O&. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
O. Do fo, Meffala.
How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the fword, 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 conspirators, fave only he,
Cæfar;
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 fay to all the world, This vas 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 fhall lie,
Moft like a foldier, order'd honourably.-
So, call the field to reft: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.