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Lest it discomfort us. — Lucilius, come;-
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Alarum. . Enter fighting, soldiers of both armies;
then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and Others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your
heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go
[charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is over
powered, and falls.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Only I yield to die: .
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
[Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.—Here comes the ge
Ant. Where is he?
Luci. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
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 slain.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying 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. '
I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [whispers him. Dar.
I do such a deed?
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Why, this, Volumnius:
And, this last night, here in Philippi’ fields.
Vol. . Not so, my lord.
[Alarum still. : Cli, Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to you;—and you;—and you, Vo
lumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewel 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, 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;
my lord. Bru. Farewel, 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
master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mes
sala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Luci. 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
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
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.