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 cowards 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 order to attack too soon. Having gained some advantage over Octavius, he seized it too eagerly: his soldiers started plundering, 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.

Get further away, my lord, get further away. 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 dig your spurs into him until he has carried you up to those troops over there and back here again, so 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 drew my first breath. Time has come full circle, and where I began, there I shall end. My life has run its full course. You there, 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, and still he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius! Now some of them dismount. Oh, he dismounts too. He's captured!

And, hark! they shout for joy.

And listen! They are shouting for 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 long enough to see my best friend captured 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, you. 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. Come now, keep your oath. Now become a free man; and with this good sword, which went through Caesar's guts, search out this chest of mine. Don't stop to answer. Here, take the hilt; and when my face is covered, as it is now, 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, and yet I would not have chosen freedom 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 notice him again.

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

It is only an even exchange, Titinius, for 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 be a great comfort to 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 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, just as you sink into night in your red rays, so Cassius' day has set in his red blood. The sun of Rome has set. Our day is over; clouds, damp and dangers are coming; our work is finished. It was his doubt about my mission that caused this.

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!

It was doubt about a good outcome that caused this. Oh, hateful Error, child of Melancholy, why do you show men's willing minds things that are not real? Oh, Error, so quickly conceived, you never come to a happy birth, but kill the mother who bore you!

What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?

Hey, 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 noble Brutus and thrust this report into his ears. I may well say thrust 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, splendid Cassius? Didn't I meet your friends? And didn't they put this victory wreath on my head and tell me to give it to you? Didn't you hear their shouts? Alas, 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 as he asked. Brutus, come quickly, and see how I honoured Caius Cassius. With your permission, gods. This is what a Roman does. 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.

Look, 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 powerful! Your ghost walks the earth and turns our own swords into our own guts.

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

Splendid Titinius! Look, he has put a crown on 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? You 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 the time, Cassius, I shall find the 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 armies forward. It is three o'clock; and Romans, before night comes we shall test our luck in a second battle.