[Kills himself.
Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cato, and others.[3610]
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?[3611]
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords[3612] 95
In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.[3613]
Cato. Brave Titinius![3614]
Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well![3615]
It is impossible that ever Rome 100
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe moe tears[3616]
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body:[3617]
His funerals shall not be in our camp,[3618] 105
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come,
And come, young Cato: let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.[3619]
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night[3620]
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt.110