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To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
SCENE IV.- 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 ! 747. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field :-
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
[Exit, charging the enemy. Caro is
I Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
[Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death. 752. I Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 754.
I Sold. I'll tell the news. - Here comes the general.
Ant. Where is he?
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. 757. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe;
SCENE V. - Another part of the Field.
Cli. Statilius showed the torch-light; but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta’en or slain. 760. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. 770. 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 ?
The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Vol. Not so, my lord.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
[Alarum still. 777. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 778. Bru. Farewell to you; - and you; - and you, Vo
[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! 780. Bru. Hence! I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.
[He runs on his sword and dies.
Alarum. — Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
LUCILIUS, and their Army.
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. 787. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? 788. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oct. Do so, good Messala. 790. Mes. How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. 792. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
All the conspirators, save only he,
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,