mes that he had tarried so long, and so
slew himself presently in the field. Brutus in the meantime
came forward still, and understood also that Cassius had been
overthrown; but he knew nothing of his death till he came very
near to his camp."--Plutarch, _Marcus Brutus_.]

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_Alarum._ _Re-enter_ MESSALA, _with_ BRUTUS, _young_ CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, _and_ LUCILIUS

BRUTUS. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

MESSALA. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

BRUTUS. Titinius' face is upward.

CATO. He is slain.

BRUTUS. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords 95
In our own proper entrails. [_Low alarums_]

CATO. Brave Titinius!
Look, where he have not crown'd dead Cassius!

[Note 91: Scene VI Pope.--_Re-enter_ MESSALA, _with_ BRUTUS
... | Enter Brutus, Messala ... Ff.]

[Note 97: /where/ Ff | if Pope | whether Camb Globe | wh'er
Capell | wher Dyce.]

[Note 94-96: Brutus here strikes again, full and strong, the
proper keynote of the play. The facts involved are well stated
by Froude: "The murderers of Caesar, and those who had either
instigated them secretly or applauded them afterwards, were
included in a proscription list, drawn by retributive justice
on the model of Sulla's. Such of them as were in Italy were
immediately killed. Those in the provinces, as if with the
curse of Cain upon their heads, came one by one to miserable
ends. In three years the tyrannicides of the Ides of March,
with their aiders and abettors, were all dead; some killed in
battle, some in prison, some dying by their own hand."]

[Note 97: /where:/ whether. So in V, iv, 30. See note, p. 7,
l. 63.]

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BRUTUS. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome 100
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe moe tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp, 105
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'T is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night 109
We shall try fortune in