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Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. 28 Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still.

First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general.

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

I dare assure thee that no enemy

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,

Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.

A prize no less in worth. Keep this man

safe,

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So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history: 40 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, fly. Bru.

Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:

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| 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? 48 Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato. - [He runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still;

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and Army.

Oct. What man is that?

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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;

[Exeunt.

By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,

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