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92  But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?

Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it: For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tidings of this sight.

Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory. And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? Alas, thou hast misconstru'd everything. But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part: Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

Dies.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

Mes. Lo, yonder: and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!  85 hold thee: wait a moment 87 apace: quickly 89 By gods: a proud apology for taking his fate into his own hands 