Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough : I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from so great a shame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. 760. 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; [Whispering. It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.— Cli. I'll rather kill myself. 765. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. Shall I do such a deed ? Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? 770. Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. 775. 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. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi fields. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; [Low Alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Volumnius.— 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 laboured to attain this hour. 780. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. I killed not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword and dies. Alarum.-Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, Oct. What man is that? 785. Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour 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? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. 790. Oct. Do so, good Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato ? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. |