FINIS.

Dis.The balefull haruest of my ioy, thy woeGins ripenBrutus, Heauens commande it so.2130Pale sadAuernusopes his yawning Iawes,Seeking to swallow vp thy murtherous soule,The furies haue proclaym’d a festiuall:And meane to day to banquet with thy bloud,Now Heauens array you in your clowdy weedes:Wrap vp the beauty of your glorious lamp,And dreadfullChaos, of sad drery night,Thou Sunne that climest vp to the easterne hill:And in thy Chariot rides with swift steedes drawne,In thy proud Iollity and radiant glory:2140Go back againe and hide thee in the sea,Darkenesse to day shall couer all the world:Let no light shine, but what your swords can strike,From out their steely helmes, and fiery shildes:Furies, and Ghosts, with your blue-burning lampes,In mazing terror ride throughRomanrankes:With dread affrighting those stout Champions hearts,All stygian fiendes now leaue whereas you dwell:And come into the world and make ithell.

Act. V sc. iEnter Cassius, Brutus, Titinnius, Cato Iunior,with an army marching

Casi.Thus far wee march with vnresisted armes,2152Subduing all that did our powres with-stand:Laodiciawhose high reared walles,FaireLyeaswasheth with her siluer waue:And that braue monument ofPerseusfame,WithTursosvaild to vs her vanting pride,FaireRhodes, I weepe to thinke vpon thy fall;Thou wert to stubberne, else thou still hadst stood,Inviolate ofCassiushurtles hand,2160That was my nurse, where in my youth I drewThe flowing milke of Greekish eloquence:ProudCapadociasawe her King captiu’d,(AndDolabellavanting in thespoyles.Of slayneTrebonius) fall as springing tree,Seated in louelyTempespleasant shades:Whom beuteous spring with blossoms braue hath deckt,And sweeteFauoniamanteled all in greene,By winters rage doth loose his flowry pride,And hath each twigg bar’d by northerne winds.2170Thus from the conquest of proudPalestine,Hether in triumph haue we march’d along,Making our force-commaunding rule to stretch,From faireEuphrateschristall flowing wauesVnto the Sea which yet weepesIo’sdeath,Slayne by greatHerculesrepenting hand,Bru.Of all the places by my sword subdued,Pitty of thee pooreZanthusmoues me most;Thrise hast thou ben beseeged by thy foe,And thrise to saue thy liberty hast felt2180The fatall flames of thine owne cruell hand.First being beseeg’d byHarpalustheMede,The sterne performer of proudCyruswrath:Next when theMacedonian Phillipssonne,Did rayse his engines gainst thy battered walls,ProudZanthusthat did scorne to beare the yoake,That all the world was forced to sustaine,Last when that I my selfe did guirt thy walls,With troopes of high resoluedRomanhearts,Rather then thou wouldest yeeld toBrutussword,2190Or stayne the mayden honour of thy Towne,Did’st sadly fall as proudNumantia.Scorning to yeeld to conqueringScipiospower.Cas.And now to theePhillipi, are wee come,Whose fields must twise feeleRomancruelty,And flowing blood like toDærceanplaynes,When proudEteocleson his foaming steede,Rides in his fury through theArgeantroopes,Now making greatÆrastusgiue him way,Now beating backTidæuspuissant might:2200The ground not dry’d from sadPharsalianblood,Will now bee turned to a purple lake:And bleeding heapes and mangled bodyes slayne,Shall make such hills as shall surpasse in heightThe Snowy Alpes and aeryAppenines,Titi.A Scout brought word but now that he descryd,WarlikeAnthoniusand youngCæsarstroopes,Marching in fury ouerThessalianplaynes.As greatGradinuswhen in angry moode,He driues his chariot downe from heauens top,2210And in his wheels whirleth reueng and death:Heere byPhillippithey will pich their tents,And in these fieldes (fatall toRomanliues.)Hazard the fortune of the doubtfull fight,Cat.O welcome thou this long expected day,On which dependethRomaneliberty,NowRomethy freedom hangeth in suspence,And this the day that must assure thy hopes.Cassi.GreatIoue, and thouTrytonyanwarlike Queene:Arm’d with thy amazing deadlyGorgonshead.2220Strenghenour armes that fight forRomanwelth:And thou sterneMars, andRomulusthy Sonne,Defend that Citty which your selfe begun.All heauenly powers assist our rightfull armes,And send downe siluer winged victory,To crowne with Lawrells our triumphant Crests.Bru.My minde thats trobled in my vexed soule,(Opprest with sorrow and with sad dismay,)Misgiues me this wilbe a heauy day.Cassi.Why faynt not now in these our last extremes,2230This time craues courage not dispayring feare,Titin.Fie, twill distayne thy former valiantacts.To say thou faintest now in this last act,Bru.My mind is heauy, and I know not why,But cruell fate doth sommon me to die,Cato.SweetBrute, let not thy words be ominous signes,Of so mis-fortunnate and sad euent,Heauen and our Vallour shall vs conquerours make.Cassi.What Bastard feare hath taunted our dead hearts,Or what vnglorious vnwounted thought,2240Hath changed the vallour of our daunted mindes.What are our armes growne weaker then they were?Cannot this hand that was proudCæsarsdeath,Send allCæsariansheadlong that same path?Looke how our troups in Sun-bright armes do shine,With vaunting plumes and dreadfull brauery.The wrathful steedes do check their iron bits,And with a well grac’d terror strike the ground,And keeping times in warres sad harmony.And then hathBrutusany cause to feare,2250My selfe like valiantPeleusworthy Sonne,The Noblest wight thateurTroybeheld,Shall of the aduerse troopes such hauock make,As sadPhillipishall in blood bewayle,The cruell massacre ofCassiussword,And then hathBrutusany cause to feare?Bru.No outward shewes of puissance or of strength,Can helpe a minde dismayed inwardly,Leaue me sweete Lordes a while vnto my selfe.Cassi.In the meane time take order for the fight,2260Drums let your fearefull mazing thunder playe.And with their sound peirce Heauens brazen Towers,And all the earth fill with like fearefull noyse,As when thatBoreasfrom his Iron caue.With boysterous furyes Striuing in the waues,Comes swelling forth to meet his blustering foe,They both doe runne with feerce tempestuous rage,And heaues vp mountaynes of the watry waues.The GodOceanustrembles at thestroke,Bru.What hatefull furyes vex my tortured mind?2270What hideous sightes appalle my greeued soule,As whenOrestesafter motherslaine.Not being yet atScithiansAlters purged,Behouldthe greesly visages offiends.And gastly furies which did haunt his steps,Cæsarvpbrauesmy sad ingratitude,He saued my life in sadPharsalianfieldes,That I inSenatehouse might worke his death.O this remembrance now doth wound my soule,More then my poniard did his bleeding heart,2280

Enter Ghost.

Gho.Brutus, ingratefullBrutusseest thou mee:AnonInfield againe thou shalt me see,Bru.Stay what so ere thou art, or fiend below,Rays’d from the deepe by inchanters bloody call,Or fury sent fromPhlegitontickeflames,Or fromCocytusfor to end my life,Be thenMegeraorTysiphone,Or ofEumenidesill boading crue.Fly me not now, but end my wretched life,2290Comegreeslymessenger of sad mishap,Trample in blood of him that hates to liue,And end my life and sorrow all at once.Gho.Accursed traytor damnedHomicide,Knowest thou not me, to whome for forty honors:Thou three and twenty Gastly wounds didst giue?Now dare no more for to behould the Heauens,For they to Day haue destyned thine end:Nor lift thy eyes vnto the rising sunne,That nere shall liue for to behould it set,2300Nor looke not downe vnto the Hellish shades,There stand the furyes thursting for thy blood,Flie to the field but if thou thither go’st,ThereAnthonyessword will peirce thy trayterous heart.Brutusto daie my blood shalbe reuenged,And for my wrong and vndeserued death,Thy life to thee a torture shall become,And thou shalt oft amongest the dying grones,Of slaughtered men that bite the bleedingearth.Wish that like balefull cheere might thee befall,2310And seeke for death that flies so wretched wight,Vntill to shunne the honour of the fight,And dreadfull vengeance of supernallire.Thine owne right hand shall worke my wish’d reueng,And so Fare ill, hated of Heauen andMen.Bru.StayCæsarstay, protract my greife no longer,Rip vp my bowells glut thy thirsting throte,With pleasing blood ofCæsarsguilty heart:But see hee’s gon, and yonder Murther stands:See how he poynts his knife vnto my hart.2320Althearaueth for her murthered Sonne,And weepes the deed that she her-selfe hath done:AndMeleagerwould thou liuedst againe,But death mustexpiate.Altheascome.I, death the guerdon that my deeds deserue:The drums do thunder forth dismay and feare,And dismall triumphes found my fatall knell,Furyes I come to meete you all inHell,

Act V sc. iiEnter Cato wounded.

Cato.Bloodles and faynt;Catoyeelde vp thy breath;While strength and vigour in these armes remaynd,2331And made me able for to wield my sword,So long I fought; and sweetRomefor thy sakeFear’d not effusion of my blood to make.But now my strength and life doth fayle at once,My vigor leaues my could and feeble Ioynts,And I my sad soule, mustpowerforth in blood.O vertue whomePhylosophyextols.Thou art no essence but a naked name,Bond-slaue to Fortune, weake, and of no power,2340To succor them which alwaies honourd thee:Witnesse my Fathers and mine owne sad death,Who for our country spent our latest breath:But oh the chaines of death do hold my toung,Mine eyes wax dim I faynt, I faynt, I die.O Heauens helpRomein thisextremity.

Act V sc. iiiCass.Where shall I goe to tell the saddest tale,That ere theRomanetoung was forc’d to speake,Romeis ouerthrowne, and all that for her fought:This Sunne that now hath seen so many deaths,2350When from the Sea he heaued his cloudy head,Then both the armes full of hope and feare,Did waite the dreadfull trumpets fatall sound,And straight Reuenge fromStygianbands let loose,Possessed had all hearts and banished thence,Feare of their children, wife and little home.Countryes remembrance, and had quite expeld,With last departed care of life it selfe:Anger did sparkell from our beautious eyes,Our trembling feare did make our helmes to shake,2360The horse had now put on the riders wrath,And with his hoofes did strike the trembling earth,WhenEchalariansoundes then both gin meete:Both like enraged, and now the dust gins rise,And Earth doth emulate the Heauens cloudes,Then yetbeutyous was the face of cruell war:And goodly terror it might seeme to be,Faire shieldes, gay swords, and goulden crests did shine.Their spangled plumes did dance for Iolity,As nothing priuy to their Masters feare,2370But quickly rage andcruellMarshad staynd,This shining glory with a sadder hew,A cloud of dartes that darkened Heauens light,Horror insteed of beauty did suceede.And her bright armes with dust and blood werefoyld:NowLuciusfals, heareDrusustakes his end,Here liesHortensius, weltring in his goare.Here, there, and euery where men fall and die,YetCassiusshew not that thy heart doth faynt:But to the last gasp forRomainsfreedom fight,2380And when sad death shall be thy labors end,Yet boast thy life thou didst for Countryspend.

Act V sc. ivEnter Anthony.

Ant.Queene of Reuenge imperiousNemesis,That in the wrinkels of thine angry browes,Wrapst dreadfull vengance and pale fright-full death:Raine downe the bloudy showers of thy reuenge,And make our swordes the fatall instruments,To execute thy furious bale-full Ire,Let grim death seate her on my Lances point,2390Which percing the weake armour of my foes,Shall lodge her there within there coward brestes,Dread, horror, vengance, death, and bloudy hate:In this sad fight my murthering sworde awaite.Exit

Act V sc. vEnter Titinnius.

Titin.Where may I flie from this accursed soyle,Or shunne the horror of this dismall day:The Heauens are colour’d in mourning sable weedes,The Sunne doth hide his face, and feares to see,This bloudy conflict; sadCatastrophe,2400Nothing but grones of dying men are heard:Nothing but bloud and slaughter may bee seeneAnd death, the same in sundry shapes araied.

Enter Cassius.

Casi.In vaine, in vaine, OCassiusall in vaine,Tis Heauen and destiny thou striuest against.Titin.VVhat better hope or more accepted tydinges,Ist NobleCassiusfrom the Battell bringes?Cassi.This haples hope that fates decreed haue,Philippifield must bee our haples graue.2410Titin.And then must thisaccurs’dand fatall day,End both our liues andRomaneliberty:Must now the name of freedome bee forgot,And allRomesglory inThessaliaend?Casi.As those that lost in boysterous troublous seas,Beaten with rage of Billowes stormy strife:And without starres do sayle ’gainst starres and winde.In drery darkenesse and in chereles night,Without or hope or comfort endles are:So are my thoughts deiected with dismay,2420Which can nought looke for but pooreRomesdecay.But yet didBrutusliue, did hee butbreath?Or lay not slumbering in eternall night,His welfare might infuse some hope, or life:Or at the least bring death with more content:Weried I am through labour of the fight:Then sweeteTitinnius, range thou through the fielde,And either glad me with my friends successe,Or quickly tell mee what my care doth feare:How breathles hee vpon the ground doth lie,2430That at thy words, I may fall downe and die.Titin.Cassius, I goe to seeke thy Noble friend,Heauen grant my goings haue a prosperousend.Cassi.O goTitinnius, and till thy returne,Heere will I sit disconsolate alone,Romessad mishap, and mine owne woes to moone:O ten times treble fortunate were you,VVhich inPharsaliasbloudy conflict dyed,VVith those braue Lords, now layed in bed of fame:VVhich neere protected their most blessed dayes,2440To see the horror of this dismall fight,VVhy died I not in thoseÆmathianplaynes,VVhere greatDomitiusfell byCæsarshand?And swiftEurypusdowne his bloudy streameBare shieldes and helmes and traines of slaughter’d men,But Heauens reserud mee to this luckles day,To see my Countries fall and friends decay.But why doth notTitinniusyet returne?My trembling heart misgiues me what’s befalne,Brutusis dead: I: herke how willingly2450The Ecco itterates those deadly words,The whisling windes with their mourning soundDo fill mine eares with noyse ofBrutusdeath,The birdes now chanting a more cheerles lay,In dolefull notes recorde my friends decay.AndPhilomelanow forgets old wronges,And onelyBrutuswayleth in her songes.I heare some noyse, O tisTitinnius,No tis not hee, for hee doth feare to wound,My greeued eares with that hearts-thrilling sound.2460Why dost thou feed my thoughts with lingering hope?Why dost thou then prolong my life in vayne?Tell me my sentence and so end my payne:He comes not yet, nor yet, nor will at all,Linger notCassiusfor to heare reply,What if he come and tels me hee is slayne?That only will increase my dying paine,BrutusI come to company thy soule,Which byCocytuswandreth all alone.BrutusIcomeprepare to meete thyfriend2470Thy Brothers fall procures this balefullend.

Enter Titinius.

Titi.Brutusdoth liue and like a secondMars,Rageth in heate of fury mongest his foes,Then cheere theeCassius, loe I bring releefe.And news of power to ease thy stormy greefe,But see whereCassiusweltreth in his blood,Doth beate the Earth, and yet not fully dead.OCassiusspeake, O speake to me sweet friend,Brutusdoth liue; open thy dying eyes,2480And looke on him that hope andcomfort rings.O noe, hee will not looke on mee but cryes,That by my long delayes he haples dies:Accursed villaine murtherer of thy friend,Why hath thy lingering thus wroughtCassiusend,How cold thy care was to preuent this deed,How slow thy loue that made no greater speed,Care winged is, and burning loue can flye,My care was feareles, loue but flattery,But sithence in my life my loue was neuer shewne,2490Now in my death Ile make it to be knowne.Accursed weapon that such blood could spil,Nay cursed then the author of this deed,Yet both offended, both shall punished be,Ile take reueng of the knife, the knife of me,It shall make a passage for my life to passe,Cause through my life his master murthered was.And I on it againe will vengedbee.Cause it did worke myCassiustragedy.Then this reueng shalbe to end mylife.2500Mine to distayne with baser blood theknife.

Enter Brutus the Ghost following him.

Bru.What doest thou still persue me vgly fend,Is this it that thou thirsted for so much?Come with thy tearing clawes and rend it out,Would thy appeaseles rage be slacked with blood,This sword to day hath crimsen channels made,But heare’s the blood that thou woulds drinke so fayne,Then take this percer, broch this trayterous heart.Or if thou thinkest death to small a payne,2510Drag downe this body to proudErebus,Through blackCocytusand infernallStyx,Letheanwaues, and fiers ofPhlegeton,Boyle me or burne, teare my hatefull flesh,Deuoure, consume, pull, pinch, plague, paine this hart,Hell craues her right, and heere the furyes stand,And all the hell-hounds compasse mea roundEach seeking for a parte of this same prey,Alasse this body is leane, thin, pale and wan,Nor can it all your hungery mouthes suffice,2520O tis the soule that they stand gaping for,Andcndlessematter for to preyvpon.Renewed still asTitiuspricked heart.Then clap your hands, let Hell with Ioy resound?Here it comes flying through this aeryround.Gho.Hell take their hearts, that this ill deed haue doneAnd vengeance follow till they be ouercome:Nor liue t’applaud the iustice of this deed.Murther by her owne guilty hand doth bleed.

Enter Discord.

Dis.I, now my longing hopes haue their desire,2531The world is nothing but a massie heape:Of bodys slayne,TheSea a lake of blood,The Furies that for slaughter only thirst,Are with these Massakers and slaughters cloyde,Tysiphonespale, andMegerasthin face,Is now puft vp, and swolne with quaffing blood,Caronthat vsed but an old rotten boateMust nowe a nauie rigg for to transport,The howling soules, vnto theStigianstronde.2540Hell andElisiummust be digd in one,And both will be to litle to contayne,Numberles numbers of afflicted ghostes,That I my selfe haue tumbling thither sent.Gho.Now nights pale daughter since thy bloody ioyes,And my reuengfull thirst fulfilled are,Doe thou applaud what iustly heauens haue wrought,While murther on the murtherers head is brought.Dis.CæsarI pitied not thy Tragick end:Nor tyrants daggers sticking in thy heart,2550Nor doe I that thy deaths with like repayd,Butthat thy death so many deaths hath made:Now cloyde with blood, Ile hye me downe below,And laugh to thinke I caused such endlesse woe.Gho.Sith my reueng is full accomplished,And my deaths causers by them selues are slaine,I will descend to mine eternall home,Where euerlastingly my quiet soule,The sweeteElysiumpleasure shall inioy,And walke those fragrant flowry fields at rest:2560To which nor fayreAdonisbower so rare,Nor oldAlcinousgardens may compare.There that same gentle father of the spring,MildZephirusdothOdoursbreath diuine:Clothing the earth in painted brauery,The which nor winters rage, nor Scorching heate,Or Summers sunne can make it fall or fade,There with the mighty champions of old time,And greatHeroesof the Goulden age,My dateles houres Ile spend in lastingioy.

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