To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. - Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field. -
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.

[Exeunt.

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:
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;

CATO is

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the enemy.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the enemy.
overpowered, and falls.
Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And mayst be honored, being Cato's son.
I Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

751. Lucil. Only I yield to die:

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
[Offering money.

752.

Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death. 1 Sold. We must not. - A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 754. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.

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!

When you do find him, or alive or dead,

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;

Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How everything is chanced.

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.
760. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Exeunt.

[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!
Dar. 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.

[Whispers him.

773. 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.
I know my hour is come.

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?

Vol. Not so, my lord.

[Low alarums.

775. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
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 pr'ythee,
Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still.

777. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 778. Bru. Farewell to you; - and you; - and you, Vo

lumnius.

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;

Farewell 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 laboured to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! 780. 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 honor in it:
Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my
lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato. Cæsar, now be still: I killed not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his sword and dies.

- 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, Messala:
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,

Alarum.

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.
793. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators, save only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He only, in a generous honest thought
Of common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
So, call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

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[Exeunt.