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triumph over him. He therefore ordered Pindarus to quit his station on the hill, and receive the last commands of his master. Pindarus was his bondman, taken prisoner in Parthia, and was bound by oath to perform his master's bidding, be it what it might when commanded therefore by him to plunge the sword into his heart, he dared not disobey; and Cassius perished even by the very weapon with which he had stabbed the noble Cæsar !
Scarce was the last breath fled, ere Titinius returned in triumph. The troops by which he had been surrounded were those of Brutus; the shouts were of joy at hearing the news of Cassius's safety; and Titinius returned with the happy tidings that the troops of Brutus had gained as much advantage over Octavius's powers, as Antony had over Cassius. The news, however, was breathed in a senseless ear; and Titinius, who tenderly loved Cassius, plunged the sword yet reeking with the blood of his friend, into his own breast, and fell dying by his side.
When the intelligence reached the ears of Brutus, it pierced him to the heart. He shed tears on the inanimate form of him who once was Cassius; and having given orders that his body should be convey ed from the camp, lest it should dispirit the soldiers, he rallied his drooping spirits, and rushed into the battle's heat, where he fought valiantly, but vainly. Antony was victorious; and Brutus, after much entreaty, at length prevailed on one of his attendant to hold his sword whilst he ran upon it. The stroke was sure; and Brutus fell, never to rise again!
Octavius and Mark Antony found him stretched on the ground, and bestowed the tribute of praise to his memory. Antony's resentment ended with the life of Brutus; and thus to all around he declared him :
This was the noblest Roman of them all:
He only, in a general honest thought,
By the order of Octavius Cæsar, the corse of Brutus was conveyed to his own tent, there to remain till due preparations were made for his funeral; and, on the following day the obsequies were performed with all solemnity and respect, befitting a Roman and a warrior.
Conspiracy doth seldom prosper long-
That man of man should be both judge and umpire.
TALES OF THE DRAMA.
Now Rumour, with her many hundred tongues,
Brief! if my novel enterprise succeed
If else! Why else ?-Why press the mind with doubt ?
"Our doubts are traitors,
"And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Hope lures us on from day to day;-but yet
The sport of Fortune in her wayward mood,
Shakspeare! thy muse did playfully display
Nurs'd in the fost'ring arms of Education;
Unwilling to advance from very fear;