Speeches (Lines) for Messala
in "Julius Caesar"
Total: 20

1

IV,3,2177

Brutus. No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Messala. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.

2

IV,3,2179

Brutus. With what addition?

Messala. That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.

3

IV,3,2186

Cassius. Cicero one!

Messala. Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

4

IV,3,2190

Brutus. No, Messala.

Messala. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

5

IV,3,2192

Brutus. Nothing, Messala.

Messala. That, methinks, is strange.

6

IV,3,2194

Brutus. Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?

Messala. No, my lord.

7

IV,3,2196

Brutus. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Messala. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

8

IV,3,2201

Brutus. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.

Messala. Even so great men great losses should endure.

9

V,1,2426

Cassius. Messala!

Messala. [Standing forth.] What says my general?

10

V,1,2446

Cassius. Messala,
This is my birth-day; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Be thou my witness that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us:
This morning are they fled away and gone;
And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Messala. Believe not so.

11

V,3,2559

(stage directions). Re-enter Tintinius with MESSALA

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

12

V,3,2563

Tintinius. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

Messala. Where did you leave him?

13

V,3,2566

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

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

14

V,3,2568

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

Messala. Is not that he?

15

V,3,2576

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!

16

V,3,2583

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.

17

V,3,2607

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

Messala. Lo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.

18

V,5,2739

Octavius. What man is that?

Messala. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

19

V,5,2750

Octavius. Do so, good Messala.

Messala. How died my master, Strato?

20

V,5,2752

Strato. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Messala. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.