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.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough :

I dare affure 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.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I affure 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 fee whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

SCENE V.

Another part of the field.

[Exeunt.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'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 fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.- [whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

Bru.

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 Cæfar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.

I know, my hour is come.

Vol.

Not fo, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou see'st 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 pray thee,
Hold thou my fword-hilts, whilst I run on it.

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

[Alarum ftill.

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

nius.

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. -Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,

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I found

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 labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru.

Hence; I will follow thee.

[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 fome smatch of honour 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. - Cæfar, now be still;

I kill'd thee not with half so good a will.

[He runs on his fword, and dies.

Alarum, Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MES

SALA, LUCILIUS, and their army.

Oft. 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 honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

my

Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of the
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand
And say to all the world, This was a man !
Oct. According to his virtue let us use h
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie
Most like a foldier, order'd honourably.-
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.