Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 3

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TITINIUS

    Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

TITINIUS

Hurry, Messala, and I’ll look for Pindarus in the meantime.
Exit MESSALA
MESSALA exits.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
85Did 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.
90Thy 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.
95Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
(stabs himself with CASSIUS’s sword and dies)
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.)
Alarum. Enter BRUTUS, MESSALA, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, LUCILLIUS, LABIO, and FLAVIO
Sounds of battle. BRUTUS, MESSALA, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, LUCILLIUS, LABIO, and FLAVIO enter.

BRUTUS

Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

BRUTUS

Where is his body, Messala?

MESSALA

Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

MESSALA

Over there, where Titinius mourns it.

BRUTUS

Titinius' face is upward.

BRUTUS

Titinius is lying face-up.

CATO

    He is slain.

CATO

He’s been killed.

BRUTUS

100O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

BRUTUS

Oh, Julius Caesar, you are still powerful. Your ghost walks the earth and turns our swords toward our own stomachs.