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Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible, that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears 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 funeral 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.
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! 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 ; 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. Caro is over
powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son'.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc.
Only I yield to die: There is so 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 prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the ge
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough ;
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
Another Part of the Field.
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
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 slain.
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. Peace then, no words. Cli.
I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. Dar.
I do such a deed + ?
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Why, this, Volumnius :
Not so, my lord.
[Alarum stil. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
+ “shall I do," &c.—Malone.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Volum
[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru.
Hence; I will follow thee t. [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 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.-Cesar, now be still : I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[He runs on his Sword, and dies.
Alarum. 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 ;
† Mr. Malone omits thee.
For Brutus only overcame himself,
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them °. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me ?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you".
How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
4 That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.] See p. 88.
entertain them.] i.e. receive them into my service. 6 Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.] To prefer seems to have been the established phrase for recommending a servant.
† “Good Messala."- Malone.
? Of this tragedy many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated; but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays: his adherence to the real story, and to Roman manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius. Johnson.