Lucil. Only I yield to die: [Offering money] There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. First 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? Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Scene V. Another part of the field. 20 30 [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 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. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Dár. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispering. Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Vol. Why, this, Volumnius: Not so, my lord. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves 10 20 [Low alarums. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. 30 40 [Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!' Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some snatch of honour in it : Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. 50 [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, Lucilius, and the Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; And no man else hath honour by his death. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Oct. Do so, good Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. That did the latest service to my master. So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, 60 70 80 [Exeunt. Glossary. Abide, answer for, suffer for; III. i. - set to work; III. ii. 208. 20. All over, one after the other; II. i. 112. Alone, only; IV. iii. 94. Anchises, the father of Æneas; when Angel, darling, favourite, (?) guar- Answer'd, paid for, atoned for; III. ii. 85. Answered, faced; IV. i. 47. Apace, quickly; V. iii. 87. Apparent, manifest; II. i. 198. Appoint, settle upon; IV. i. 30. At hand, in hand; IV. ii. 23. Bait, hunt, chase (Theobald," bay "); Bang, blow; III. iii. 18. Bastardy, act of baseness; II. i. Battles, forces; V. i. 4. Bear a hand over, hold in check (as bear from me, receive from Apprehensive, endowed with intelli-Beat, beaten; V. v. 23. gence; III. i. 67. Apt, suitable, likely; II. ii. 97. Ate, the goddess of Mischief and Behaviours, conduct; I. ii. 41. Bending, directing, pressing on; Best; "you were b.," it were best |