O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! myself have to my turn'd enemy: this insign heer of mine was turning back; i slew the coward, and did take it 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, while we by Antony aer all inclosed.
This hill is far enough. Look, look, titinius; are those my tents where i perceive the fire?
They are, my lord
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Marc Antony is in your tents, my lord fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
Titinius, if you lovest me, mount you my horse, and hide your spurs in him, till he have brought you up to yonder troops, and here again; that i may rest assured whether that troops are friend or enemy.
I will be here again, even with a thought.
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; my sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, and tell me what you notest about the field.
O my lord!!!
Come down, behold no more. O, coward that i am, to live so long, to see my best friend taken before my face! Come here, sirrah: in Parthia did i take you prisoner; and then i swore you, saving of your life, that whatsoever i did bid you do, you should attempt it. Come now, keep yours 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 you the hilts: and, when my face is cover'd, as it is now, guide you the sword.
Titinius is inclosed roundabout 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 taken.
Caesar, you are revenged, even with the 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 will run, where never roman will take note of him.