Speeches (Lines) for Tintinius
in "Julius Caesar"

Total: 10

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Brutus. Good night, good brother.

Tintinius. [with MESSALA] Good night, Lord Brutus.



Cassius. O, look, Tintinius, 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.

Tintinius. 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 enclosed.



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

Tintinius. They are, my lord.



Cassius. Tintinius, 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 assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

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



Messala. It is but change, Tintinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tintinius. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.



Messala. Where did you leave him?

Tintinius. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.



Messala. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

Tintinius. He lies not like the living. O my heart!



Messala. Is not that he?

Tintinius. No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.



Messala. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!

Tintinius. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?



Messala. Seek him, Tintinius, 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.

Tintinius. 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 misconstrued every thing!
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 Tintinius' heart.
[Kills himself]
[Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO,

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