Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death. First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. Enter ANTONY Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. 20 Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Give him all kindness: I had rather have Go on, 30 [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another part of the field Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS 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. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Dar. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispering. Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. ΤΟ Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: 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; 20 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, [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 30 Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volum nius.° Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [Alarum. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. 40 Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!" Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch° of honor in it: Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: I killed not thee with half so good a will. Alarum. 50 [Dies. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MES SALA, LUCILIUS, and the army Oct. What man is that? 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; 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. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? 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: Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; So mixed in him that Nature might stand up 60 70 |