[Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.]
Octavius
Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
You said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions.
It proves not so. Their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
Antony
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it. They could be content
To visit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
[Enter a Messenger.]
Messenger
The enemy comes on in gallant show.
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
Antony
Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Octavius
Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
Antony
Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Octavius
I do not cross you; but I will do so.
[Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others. The two opposing forces are outside of speaking range.]
Brutus
They stand and would have parley.
Cassius
Stand fast, Titinius. We must out and talk.
Octavius
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Antony
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Octavius
[To his officers] Stir not until the signal.
[The two pairs of generals move within speaking range.]
Brutus
Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?
Octavius
Not that we love words better, as you do.
Brutus
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Antony
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying 'Long live! Hail, Caesar!'
Cassius
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Antony
Brutus
O yes, and soundless too!
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Antony
Villains! You did not so when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
Cassius
Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
This tongue had not offended so today
If Cassius might have ruled.
Octavius
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators.
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Caesar's three-and-thirty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Brutus
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Octavius
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Brutus
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
Cassius
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
Join'd with a masquer and a reveller!
Antony
Octavius
Defiance, traitors — hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight today, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exit Octavius, Antony, and their army.]
Cassius
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Brutus
Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you.
Lucilius
[Standing forth] My lord?
[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.]
Cassius
Messala
[Standing forth] What says my general?
Cassius
This is my birthday, as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala.
Be thou my witness that against my will —
As Pompey was — am I compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion; now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell — and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands —
Who to Philippi here consorted us.
This morning are they fled away and gone,
And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us
As we were sickly prey. Their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Messala
[Finishing his conversation] Believe not so.
Cassius
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
Brutus
[Brutus rejoins Cassius.]
Cassius
The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers, in peace lead on our days to age!
But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together.
What are you then determinèd to do?
Brutus
Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself — I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life — arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
Cassius
Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
Brutus
No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the Ides of March begun,
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
For ever and for ever farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cassius
For ever and for ever farewell, Brutus!
If we do meet again we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Brutus
Why, then, lead on. O that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come, ho, away!
[Exit.]
