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Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death.
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
ta'en. First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the
Ant. Where is he?
Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
30 And bring us word unto Octavius' tent How every thing is chanced.
SCENE V. Another part of the field
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this
rock. Cli. Statilius showed 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. Cli.
I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.
Shall 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; list a word. Vol. What says my lord?
Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to meo 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 seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums. 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 prithee, 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, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 30 Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volum
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
[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: Thou art a fellow of a good respecto; Thy life hath had some smatcho of honor in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. ilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my
lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still:
50 I killed not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MES•
SALA, LUCILIUS, and the army
Oct. What man is that?
Strato, where is thy 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 honor by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee,
Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
60 Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time witho me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefero me to you.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: