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Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
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Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
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Brutus. No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
Messala. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
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That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
<...
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That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
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Brutus. With what addition?
Messala. That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
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IV / 3
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That, methinks, is strange.
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That, methinks, is strange.
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Brutus. Nothing, Messala.
Messala. That, methinks, is strange.
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IV / 3
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IV / 3
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Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by str...
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Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
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Brutus. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Messala. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
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Even so great men great losses should endure.
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Even so great men great losses should endure.
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Brutus. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
Messala. Even so great men great losses should endure.
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Believe not so.
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Believe not so.
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Cassius. Messala,
This is my birth-day; 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 compell'd 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 perch'd,
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. Believe not so.
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It is but change, Tintinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' pow...
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It is but change, Tintinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
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Pindarus. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.
Messala. It is but change, Tintinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
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Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
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Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
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Tintinius. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Messala. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's...
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
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Tintinius. No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Messala. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
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Seek him, Tintinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this re...
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Seek him, Tintinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
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Tintinius. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
Messala. Seek him, Tintinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
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Lo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.
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Lo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.
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Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Messala. Lo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.
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How died my master, Strato?
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How died my master, Strato?
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OCTAVIUS. Do so, good Messala.
Messala. How died my master, Strato?
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Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my ma...
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Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
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Strato. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Messala. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
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