I dare affure thee, that no Enemy Ant. This is not Brutus, Friend, but I affure you, And bring us word unto Octavius Tent, [Exeunt. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of Friends, reft on this Rock. Cli. Statillius fhew'd the Torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is, or ta'en, or flain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word, It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus Whispering. Cli. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World. Cli. I'll rather kill my felf. Dar. O Clitus! Cli. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius, lift a word. Bru. Why this, Volumnius; The Ghost of Cafar hath appear'd to me Two feveral times by Night; at Sardis, once; And this laft Night, here in Philippi-Fields. I know my hour is come. Vol. Not fo, my Lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. Thou feeft the World, Volumnius, how it goes, Low Alarum. It It is more worthy, to leap in our selves, Good Volumnius, Hold thou my Sword's Hilt, while I run on it. Night hangs upon mine Eyes, my Bones would reft, Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow; I prethee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord, Thy Life hath had fome smatch of Honour in it. While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your Hand firft. Fare you well, my Lord. Bru. Farewel, good Strato-Cafar, now be still, I kill'd not thee with half fo good a Will. [He runs on his Sword and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, O&avius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the Army. Octa. What Man is that? Mef. My Master's Man. Strato, where is thy Mafter? Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in, Meffala; The Conquerors can but make a Fire of him: For Brutus only overcame himself, And no Man elfe hath Honour by his Death. Luc. Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank, thee, Brutus, That thou haft prov'd Lucillius faying true. Octa. All that ferv'd Brutus I will entertain them, Mef. How 'died my Lord, Strato? Stra. I held the Sword, 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 nobleft Roman of them all; Did that they did, in envy of great Cafar: Octa. According to his Virtue, let us ufe him, [Exeunt omnes. |