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LUCIL. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:

I dare assure 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,

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He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
ANT. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure 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.

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Go on,

And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;

And bring us word unto Octavius' tent

How everything is chanced.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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.
CLI. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
BRU. Peace then, no words.
CLI.

BRU. Hark thee, Dardanius.
DAR.

CLI. O Dardanius!

DAR. O Clitus!

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I'll rather kill myself.

[Whispering.

Shall I do such a deed?

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.

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Why this, Volumnius :

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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 prithee,

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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.

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BRU. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell 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 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 laboured to attain this hour.

CLI. Fly, my lord, fly!
BRU.

[Alarum. Cry within "Fly, fly, fly!"

Hence! I will follow.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

I prithee, 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
BRU. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now

be still:

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

well, my lord.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
LUCILIUS, and the army.

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[Dies.

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;

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

That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

OCT. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

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Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

STRA. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
OCT. Do so, good Messala.

MES. How died my master, Strato?

STRA. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
MES. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,

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That did the latest service to my master.

ANT. This was the noblest Roman of them all:

All the conspirators, save only he,

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Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world "This was a man!"

OCT. According to his virtue let us use him
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ord'red honourably.
So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

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[Exeunt omnes.

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SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning.

Enter three Witches.

FIRST WITCH. When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH. When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH. That will be ere the set of sun.
FIRST WITCH. Where the place?

SECOND WITCH.

Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth.

FIRST WITCH. I come, Graymalkin.

ALL. Paddock calls :-anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

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[Witches vanish.

SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within.

Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with
Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

DUN. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

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As two spent swimmers, that do cling together

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

Do swarm upon him-from the western isles

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The multiplying villainies of nature

Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied.

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Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

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Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUN. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
SOLD. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kernes to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

DUN.

Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

SOLD.

Yes;

As sparrows, eagles, or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were

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