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2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.--Here comes the general:

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. 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 !
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness : I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

(Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Another part of the field.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and

VOLUMNIUS.

· 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 sain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the word ; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.- [whispering. Cli, 'What, , 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.

I do such a deed ?
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; lift a word.
Vol. What says my lord ?
Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Cæfar 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.
Vol.

Not so, my lord,
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit :-
It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they puih us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st, that we two went to school together ;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

Alarum fill.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord ; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Volum-

nius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
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I found no man, but he was true to me.
I fall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest fall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history :
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[ Alarum. Cry within; Fly, Ay, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru.

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: 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.-Cæfar, now be ftill ; I kill'd thee not with half so good a will.

[He runs on his sword, and dies.

Alarum, Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MES

SALA, LUCILIUS, and their army.

OEZ. 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 elfe hath honour by his death.

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

Cæfar;

O&t. All that sery'd Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oet. Do fo, Messala.
Mef.

How died my master, 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 noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, fave only he,
Did that they did in envy of

great
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle ; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

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

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