And may't be honour'd, being Cato's fon. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou dieft. Luc. Only I yield to die : There is fo much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prifoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general, Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough: Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I affure you, SCENE V. Another part of the field. [Exeunt, Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft 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: Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fafhion. 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. O, Clitus ! [Whispering. Cli. What ill request did Brútus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word, Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghoft of Cæfar hath appear'd to me Vol, Not fo, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy, to leap in ourfelves, Than tarry 'till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'it, that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my fword's hilt, whilft I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum fill. Ch. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. H Bru. Bru. Farewel to you;—and you;—and you, VolumStrato, thou haft been all this while afleep; [nius.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. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would reft, [Alarum. Cry within. Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. [Ex. CLI. DAR. and VOL. I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had fome fmack of honour in it: [He runs on his fword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. Qua. What man is that? Mef. My mafter's man.-Strato, where is thy mafter? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mcffala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him: For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. [tus, Luc. So Brutus fhould be found.-I thank thee, Bru That That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true. Oda. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you. Oda. Do fo, good Meffala. Mef. How died my mafter, Strato? Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my mafter. Ant. This was the noble Roman of them all : Did that they did in envy of great Cafar; So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up, [Exeunt. |