Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 3

O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn’d enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Oh, look, Titinius, look, the villains are running away! I have turned into an enemy to my own men: this standard-bearer of mine was turning back; I killed the coward and took the flag from him.

O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early, Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.

Oh Cassius, Brutus gave the signal too soon. Having gained some advantage over Octavius, he seized it too eagerly: his soldiers turned to looting, while we are completely surrounded by Antony.

Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord. Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Run further off, my lord, run further off. Mark Antony is inside your tents, my lord. So run, noble Cassius, run far away.

This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius: are those my tents where I see the fire?

They are, my lord.

They are, my lord.

Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops And here again, that I may rest assur’d Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

Titinius, if you love me, get on my horse and bury your spurs in him until he has carried you up to those troops over there and back here again, so that I can be certain whether those troops are friends or enemies.

I will be here again, even with a thought.

I will be back here as fast as a thought.

Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field.

Go, Pindarus, climb higher up that hill; my eyesight was always poor. Watch Titinius, and tell me what you notice out on the field.

This day I breathed first. Time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end. My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?

On this day I first drew breath. Time has come full circle, and where I began, there I will end. My life has run its full course. Fellow, what news?

[Above.] O my lord!

[Above.] Oh, my lord!

What news?

What news?

[Above.] Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur, Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. He’s ta’en!

[Above.] Titinius is surrounded on all sides by horsemen, who are riding at him at full speed; still he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius! Now some of them are dismounting. Oh, he is dismounting too. He is captured!

And, hark! they shout for joy.

And listen! They are shouting with joy.

Come down; behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta’en before my face!

Come down; watch no more. Oh, what a coward I am, to have lived so long, to see my best friend taken right in front of me!

Come hither, sirrah. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath. Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts; And when my face is cover’d, as ’tis now, Guide thou the sword.—Caesar, thou art reveng’d, Even with the sword that kill’d thee.

Come here, fellow. In Parthia I took you prisoner, and then, when I spared your life, I made you swear that whatever I ordered you to do, you would try to do it. Come now, keep your oath. Now become a free man; and with this good sword, which ran through Caesar's guts, search out this chest of mine. Don't stop to answer. Here, take the handle; and when my face is covered, as it is now, you guide the sword. — Caesar, you are avenged, and with the very sword that killed you.

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.

So, I am free, yet I would not have become free this way if I had dared to do what I wanted. Oh Cassius! Pindarus will run far from this country, where no Roman will ever take notice of him.

It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power, As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.

It is only an exchange, Titinius: Octavius has been beaten by noble Brutus' forces, just as Cassius' legions have been beaten by Antony.

These tidings would well comfort Cassius.

This news would greatly comfort Cassius.

Where did you leave him?

Where did you leave him?

All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Utterly miserable, with his slave Pindarus, on this hill.

Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

Isn't that him lying there on the ground?

He lies not like the living. O my heart!

He isn't lying like someone alive. Oh, my heart!

Is not that he?

Isn't that him?

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.

No, this was him, Messala, but Cassius is no more. Oh setting sun, as you sink into night in your red rays, so Cassius' day has set in his own red blood. The sun of Rome has set. Our day is gone; clouds, dews and dangers are coming; our work is finished. Doubt about how I had done has caused this deed.

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 conceiv’d, Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, But kill’st the mother that engender’d thee!

Doubt about our success has caused this deed. Oh hateful Error, child of Melancholy! Why do you show the ready imaginations of men things that do not exist? Oh Error, so quickly conceived, you never come to a happy birth, but kill the mother who gave you life!

What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?

Hello, Pindarus! Where are you, Pindarus?

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 envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tidings of this sight.

Look for him, Titinius, while I go to meet the noble Brutus, thrusting this news into his ears. I can rightly say thrusting it, for piercing steel and poisoned arrows would be as welcome to Brutus' ears as news of this sight.

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

Hurry, Messala, and I will look for Pindarus in the meantime.

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. 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.

Why did you send me out, brave Cassius? Didn't I meet your friends? And didn't they put this wreath of victory on my forehead and tell me to give it to you? Didn't you hear their shouts? Sadly, you have misread everything! But here, take this garland on your forehead; your Brutus told me to give it to you, and I will do what he ordered. Brutus, come quickly, and see how I honoured Caius Cassius. With your permission, gods. This is a Roman's role. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

Where, where, Messala, is his body lying?

Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

There, over there, with Titinius mourning over it.

Titinius’ face is upward.

Titinius' face is turned upward.

He is slain.

He has been killed.

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

Oh Julius Caesar, you are still mighty! Your spirit walks abroad and turns our own swords into our own bowels.

Brave Titinius! Look whether he have not crown’d dead Cassius!

Brave Titinius! Look, he has crowned the dead Cassius!

Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. Come therefore, and to Thassos send his body. His funerals shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on. ’Tis three o’clock; and Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight.

Are there still two Romans alive like these men? The last of all the Romans, farewell! It is impossible that Rome should ever produce your equal. Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you will see me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. So come, and send his body to Thassos. His funeral will not be held in our camp, in case it disheartens us. Lucilius, come; and come, young Cato; let us go to the field. Labeo and Flavius, lead our troops forward. It is three o'clock; and, Romans, before nightfall we shall test our fortune in a second battle.