Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
THE VALLEY OF THE NILE.
THE PTOLEMIES.
ALEXANDRIA.
CLEOPATRA'S FATHER.
ACCESSION TO THE THRONE.
CLEOPATRA AND Caesar.
THE ALEXANDRINE WAR.
CLEOPATRA A QUEEN.
THE BATTLE OF PHILIPPI.
CLEOPATRA AND ANTONY.
THE BATTLE OF ACTIUM.
THE END OF CLEOPATRA.

elevation to which he had fled for safety. Cassius saw the troop of 

horsemen which Brutus sent forward coming toward him, and supposed that 

it was a detachment from Antony's army advancing to capture him. He, 

however, sent a messenger forward to meet them, and ascertain whether 

they were friends or foes. The messenger, whose name was Titinius, rode 

down. The horsemen recognized Titinius, and, riding up eagerly around 

him, they dismounted from their horses to congratulate him on his 

safety, and to press him with inquiries in respect to the result of the 

battle and the fate of his master. 

 

Cassius, seeing all this, but not seeing it very distinctly, supposed 

that the troop of horsemen were enemies, and that they had surrounded 

Titinius, and had cut him down or made him prisoner. He considered it 

certain, therefore, that all was now finally lost. Accordingly, in 

execution of a plan which he had previously formed, he called a servant, 

named Pindarus, whom he directed to follow him, and went into a tent 

which was near. When Brutus and his horsemen came up, they entered the 

tent. They found no living person within; but the dead body of Cassius 

was there, the head being totally dissevered from it. Pindarus was never 

afterward to be found. 

 

Brutus was overwhelmed with grief at the death of his colleague; he was 

also oppressed by it with a double burden of responsibility and care, 

since now the whole conduct of affairs devolved upon him alone. He found 

himself surrounded with difficulties which became more and more 

embarrassing every day. At length he was compelled to fight a second 

battle. The details of the contest itself we can not give, but the 

result of it was, that, notwithstanding the most unparalleled and 

desperate exertions made by Brutus to keep his men to the work, and to 

maintain his ground, his troops were borne down and overwhelmed by the 

irresistible onsets of his enemies, and his cause was irretrievably and 

hopelessly ruined. 

 

When Brutus found that all was lost, he allowed himself to be conducted 

off the field by a small body of guards, who, in their retreat, broke 

through the ranks of the enemy on a side where they saw that they should 

meet with the least resistance. They were, however, pursued by a 

squadron of horse, the horsemen being eager to make Brutus a prisoner. 

In this emergency, one of Brutus's friends, named Lucilius, conceived 

the design of pretending to be Brutus, and, as such, surrendering 

himself a prisoner. This plan he carried into effect. When the troop 

came up, he called out for quarter, said that he was Brutus, and begged 

them to spare his life, and to take him to Antony. The men did so, 

rejoiced at having, as they imagined, secured so invaluable a prize. 

 

In the mean time, the real Brutus pressed on to make his escape. He 

crossed a brook which came in his way, and entered into a little dell, 

which promised to afford a hiding-place, since it was encumbered with 

precipitous rocks and shaded with trees. A few friends and officers 

accompanied Brutus in his flight. Night soon came on, and he lay down in 

a little recess under a shelving rock, exhausted with fatigue and 

suffering. Then, raising his eyes to heaven, he imprecated, in lines 

quoted from a Greek poet, the just judgment of God upon the foes who 

were at that hour triumphing in what he considered the ruin of his 

country. 

 

He then, in his anguish and despair, enumerated by name the several 

friends and companions whom he had seen fall that day in battle, 

mourning the loss of each with bitter grief. In the mean time, night was 

coming on, and the party, concealed thus in the wild dell, were 

destitute and unsheltered. Hungry and thirsty, and spent with fatigue as 

they were, there seemed to be no prospect for them of either rest or 

refreshment. Finally they sent one of their number to steal softly back 

to the rivulet which they had crossed in their retreat, to bring them 

some water. The soldier took his helmet to bring the water in for want 

of any other vessel. While Brutus was drinking the water which they 

brought, a noise was heard in the opposite direction. Two of the 

officers were sent to ascertain the cause. They came back soon, 

reporting that there was a party of the enemy in that quarter. They 

asked where the water was which had been brought. Brutus told them that 

it had all been drunk, but that he would send immediately for more. The 


Page 6 from 8:  Back   1   2   3   4   5  [6]  7   8   Forward