e Heauens are colour'd in mourning sable weedes,
The Sunne doth hide his face, and feares to see,
This bloudy conflict; sad _Catastrophe_, 2400
Nothing but grones of dying men are heard:
Nothing but bloud and slaughter may bee seene
And death, the same in sundry shapes araied.

_Enter Cassius._

_Casi._ In vaine, in vaine, O _Cassius_ all in vaine,
Tis Heauen and destiny thou striuest against.
_Titin._ VVhat better hope or more accepted tydinges,
Ist Noble _Cassius_ from the Battell bringes?
_Cassi._ This haples hope that fates decreed haue,
_Philippi_ field must bee our haples graue. 2410
_Titin._ And then must this accurs'd and fatall day,
End both our liues and _Romane_ liberty:
Must now the name of freedome bee forgot,
And all _Romes_ glory in _Thessalia_ end?
_Casi._ As those that lost in boysterous troublous seas,
Beaten with rage of Billowes stormy strife:
And without starres do sayle 'gainst starres and winde.
In drery darkenesse and in chereles night,
Without or hope or comfort endles are:
So are my thoughts deiected with dismay, 2420
Which can nought looke for but poore _Romes_ decay.
But yet did _Brutus_ liue, did hee but breath?
Or lay not slumbering in eternall night,
His welfare might infuse some hope, or life:
Or at the least bring death with more content:
Weried I am through labour of the fight:
Then sweete _Titinnius_, range thou through the fielde,
And either glad me with my friends successe,
Or quickly tell mee what my care doth feare:
How breathles hee vpon the ground doth lie, 2430
That at thy words, I may fall downe and die.
_Titin._ _Cassius_, I goe to seeke thy Noble friend,
Heauen grant my goings haue a prosperous end.
_Cassi._ O go _Titinnius_, and till thy returne,
Heere will I sit disconsolate alone,
_Romes_ sad mishap, and mine owne woes to moone:
O ten times treble fortunate were you,
VVhich in _Pharsalias_ bloudy conflict dyed,
VVith those braue Lords, now layed in bed of fame:
VVhich neere protected their most blessed dayes, 2440
To see the horror of this dismall fight,
VVhy died I not in those _AEmathian_ playnes,
VVhere great _Domitius_ fell by _Caesars_ hand?
And swift _Eurypus_ down