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Julius Cæsar, V. iii  And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

Cas. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Cassius! Brutus gave the word too early; Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

Tit. They are, my lord.

Cas. Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops And here again; that I may rest assur'd Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

Exit.  2 mine own: my own troops 4 coward: i.e., the standard-bearer 19 even with: quick as 