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The Tragedy of

But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?72

Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it:
For piercing steel and darts envenomed76
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.

Tit. Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit Messala.]
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they81
Put on my brows this wreath of victory.
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstru'd everything.84
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace.
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.88
By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

Dies.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Young Cato, Strata, Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?91

Mes. Lo, yonder: and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!

85 hold thee: wait a moment
87 apace: quickly
89 By . . . gods: a proud apology for taking his fate into his own hands