slaughter to the sword of traitors. 

BRUTUS. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands, Unless thou bring’st them with thee. 

OCTAVIUS. So I hope. I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword. 

BRUTUS. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. 

CASSIUS. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honour, Join’d with a masker and a reveller. 

ANTONY. Old Cassius still! 

OCTAVIUS. Come, Antony; away! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. If you dare fight today, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. 

 [Exeunt Octavius, Antony and their Army.]

Octavius, Antony

CASSIUS. Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. 

BRUTUS. Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you. 

LUCILIUS. My lord? 

 [Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]

Brutus

Lucilius

CASSIUS. Messala. 

MESSALA. What says my General? 

CASSIUS. Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness that against my will As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know that I held Epicurus strong, And his opinion. Now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch’d, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers’ hands, Who to Philippi here consorted us. This morning are they fled away and gone, And in 

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