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But Cassius is no more.--O setting sun,
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus ?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
Hie you, Messala,
shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstru'd every thing! But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding.—Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.By your leave, gods :—this is a Roman's part: Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato, STRATO,
VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
[Low alarums. Cato.
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?-
SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies, then BRUTUS,
young 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. Young Cato is over
powered, and falls.
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
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.
First Sold. We must not.—A noble prisoner!
Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
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;
Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world.
I'll rather kill myself.
Shall I do such a deed ?
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Why, this, Volumnius :
hour is come.
Not so, my lord.
[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
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 labour'd to attain this hour.
[Alarum. Cry within, “Fly, fly, fly!"
Cli. Fly, my lord, 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 well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, 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,
Oct. What man is that?
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala :
Lucil. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.-
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :