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SCENE V.--Another part of the Field.
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
[Whispering him. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then, no words. Cli.
I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
[Whispers him. Dar.
Shall I do such a deed?
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Why, this, Volumnius:
Not so, my lord.
[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you ;—and yon ;-and you, Volumnius.— Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
[Alarum. Cry within, “Fly, fly, fly!” Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru.
Hence! I will follow.
[Exeunt ClI., DAR., and VOL. I prythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first : fare you well, my
lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.--Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and Army;
MESSALA and LUCILIUS, prisoners. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.—Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala : The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death.
Lucil. So Brutus should be found.— I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that sery'd Brutus I will entertain them,
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
Oct. According to his virtue, let us use him