No Fear Shakespeare
Julius Caesar
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Act 5, Scene 3, Page 5
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TITINIUS
Hie you,
Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
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TITINIUS
Hurry, Messala, and I’ll look for Pindarus in the
meantime.
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Exit MESSALA
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MESSALA exits. |
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Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? And did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything!
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding.
(lays wreath on
CASSIUS’s head) Brutus, come
apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
—By your leave, gods, this is a Roman’s part.
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
(stabs himself with
CASSIUS’s sword and dies)
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Why did you send me out, brave Cassius? Didn’t I meet up
with your allies? And didn’t they place the wreath of
victory on my brow and order me to give it to you? Didn’t
you hear their shouts? Alas, you misunderstood everything! But let
me place this wreath on your head. Your Brutus ordered me to give it
to you, and I’ll do what he says.
(he lays a wreath on
CASSIUS’s head) Brutus, come
this way and see how much I admired Caius Cassius. With your
permission, gods, this is a Roman’s duty. Come,
Cassius’s sword, and strike Titinius’s heart.
(he stabs himself with
CASSIUS’s sword and dies.)
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Alarum. Enter BRUTUS,
MESSALA, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS,
LUCILLIUS, LABIO, and
FLAVIO
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Sounds of battle. BRUTUS,
MESSALA, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS,
LUCILLIUS, LABIO, and
FLAVIO enter. |
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BRUTUS
Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
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BRUTUS
Where is his body, Messala?
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MESSALA
Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
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MESSALA
Over there, where Titinius mourns it.
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BRUTUS
Titinius' face is upward.
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BRUTUS
Titinius is lying face-up.
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CATO
He is
slain.
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CATO
He’s been killed.
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BRUTUS
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
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BRUTUS
Oh, Julius Caesar, you are still powerful. Your ghost walks the
earth and turns our swords toward our own stomachs.
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