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Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come;-
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Alarum. . Enter fighting, soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and Others.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field:-
[charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, and falls.
Luci. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Only I yield to die:
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general:
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Luci. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain..
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
[whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words.
I'll rather kill myself. [whispers him.
I do such a deed?
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates, Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord?
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my hour is come.
Not so, my lord.
Than tarry till they push us.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.
Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewel, 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, Messala, Lucilius, and their Army.
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;
Luci. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,