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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.
Vol. What says my Lord ?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;
The Ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night ; at Sardis once ;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.

hour is come. Vol. Not so, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

[Alarm. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry, 'till they push us. Good Volumnius,

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I know, my

Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;
Even for that, our love of old, I pr’ythee,
Hold thou my sword's hilt, while I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord.

[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.
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't.
Hold then


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. 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 ;
The Conqu’rors can but make a fire of him:
For Brutus only overcame himself;
And no man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thec,

That 'thou haft prov'd Lucilius' Saying true.

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.
Oda. Dó fo, good Meffala.
· Mej. How died my Lord, Strato ?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Mef. Odavius, then take him to follow theç,
That did the latest service to


Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the Conspirators, save only he,
Did That they did in envy of great Cæfar:
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common Good to all, made one of them:
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixt in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world; - This was a Man!"

Otta. According to his virtue, let us use him ;
With all refpet, and rites of burial.
Within my Tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a Soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to Rest; and let's away,
To part the Glories of this happy day.

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