Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power,
As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.
Titinius. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Messala. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Titinius. He lies not like the living. Oh 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;