Guide thou the sword.—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.[Dies.]
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,48
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.Exit.
Enter Titinius and Messala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,52
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate.
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.56
Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?
Tit. No, this was he, Messala.
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,60
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.64
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men68
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
50 take note of: see
51 change: exchange
64 our . . . done: all is over
65 Mistrust . . . success: misgivings about the outcome of my errand
67 melancholy's child: result of despondency
68 apt: impressionable
