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Changes to another part of the Field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and
Volumnius. Bru. OME, poor Remains of friends, rest on
this rock. Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying 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! Dar. I do such a deed ? Cli. Oh, Dardanius ! Dar. Oh, 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.
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;
hour is come. Vol. Not so, my Lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
[Alarm. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry, 'till they push us. Good Volumnius,
I know, my
Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;
[Alarm still. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou haft been all this while asleep; Farewel 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 Oétavius, 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 labour'd to attain this hour,
(Alarm. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly
Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon
it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first - fare you well,
Bru. Farewel, good Strato-Cæfar, now be still ; I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
(He runs on his sword and dies. S C Ε Ν Ε XI. Alarm. Retreat. Enter Antony, Oétavius, Meffala,
Lucilius, and the army. Osta. HAT Man is that?
Mef. thy Mafter?
Oia. W mes. My Master's Man. Strato, where is
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala ;
Ofn. All that serv'd Brulus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Mesala will prefer me to you.
Mef. Odavius, then take him to follow theç,
Otta. According to his virtue, let us use him ;