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SCENE V.

Another part of the field.

Enter Brutus, Dardanias, Clitus, Strato, and Va

lumpius. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this

rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came uot back; he is or ta'en, or slain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaging 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. cli. .

I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! (Whispers him. Dar.

I do such a deed ? Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar, 0, 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 Volumuius : 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.
Vol.

Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumpius.
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 push 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 still. Cli. Fly, Ay, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Vo

lumnius. 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, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile conquest shall 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, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, Ay. Bru.

Hence; I will follow thee. [Ereunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. 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,

Messala, Lucilius, and their Army.
Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy ma.

ster?
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 hy his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.- I thank thee,

Brutus,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

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

Stra.. Ay, if Messala will prefert me to you.
Oct. Do so, Messala,
Mes.

How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. 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, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
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 niight stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. 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.

(Exeunt.

* Receive into my service.

Recommend.

Of this tragedy many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated; but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays: his adherence to the real story, and to the Roman man. ners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius.

JOHNSON

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