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

TITINIUS. These tidings would well comfort Cassius. 

MESSALA. Where did you leave him? 

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

MESSALA. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? 

TITINIUS. He lies not like the living. O my heart! 

MESSALA. Is not that he? 

TITINIUS. 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. 

MESSALA. 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! 

TITINIUS. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? 

MESSALA. 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. 

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

 [Exit Messala.]

Messala

 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. 

 [Dies.]

 Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, 

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