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SC E N È IX: . Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, O&avius, Mestala,

Lucilius, and the army. Ofta. What man is that is Mef. My master's man. - Strato; where is thy master ! Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala'; The conqu'rors can but make a fire of him: For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man esse hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lutilias saying true,

Osta. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
Oeta. Do ro, good Meffala.
Mes. How died my lord, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it:

Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to

my

master.
Ant. This was the 'nobleft Roman of them all:
All the confpirators; save only he..
Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar:-
He, ourly, in a generat honest thought,
And common good to alt, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixt in him, that nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Osta. According to this virtue, let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial:
Within my tent his bones 'to-night shall lye,
Moft like a foldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day. [Exc. omnes.

The End of the Sixth Volume.

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