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Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
The gods defend him from so great a fhame!
When you do find him, ' or alive, or dead,
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. Go on,
And see a whe'r Brutus be alive or dead:
And bring us a word unto Oitavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd,


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Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Stato, 'and Volumnius.

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Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock,

Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta’en, or lain.

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.

y W. omits or. Az The fo's and R. read where; P. and all after except C. if for wbe'r.

The three lait fo's omit word.

This scene 8 in P. H. W. and y. c No description of scene in the fo's

or R.

• This direction first given by R.

Cli. I 'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.

[ whispering
Dar. f Shall I do such a deed ?
Cli. O Dardanius.
Dar. O Clitus !
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, lift a word,
Vol. What says my lord ?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi-fields :
I know my

hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [low alarums, 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 prythee, Hold thou my ' sword's hilt, * whilft I'run on it. Vol. That 's not an office for a friend, my Yord.

[Alarums fill.

¢ No direction here before C.

1 The ift and 2d fo's, sword bilu i P. and all after omit Sball.

Sword's bill. * & P. and all after except C. omit loso. k The two last fo's, and all after ex.

pray sbee for proyrbee; it is pre cept C. wbile for wbift. Obce in the fo's and R.

h C.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

Bru. Farewel to you—and you and you, Volumnius Strato, thou haft been all this while asleep; y Farewel to thee too, Strato -Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet ? in all iny life, I found no man, but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this a losing day, More than Oflavius, 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 reft, That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

Alarums. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow'. [Exeunt Cli. Dati and Vol. I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some sinatch 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. Farewel, good Strato - Cæfar, now be ftill ; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will,

[* runs on his fwords and dies.

y All before T. read, Farewel to sble, Stro, &c.

2 The three lait fo's omit inn * The fo's, loofing for lofing, • The fo's, lives for life's.

c After follors P. and all after add bee.

« This direction firk given by C.

c P. and all after except C. in'e for in it. The fo's direct only, dies.


Alarums. Retreat. Enter Oétavius, Antony, and their fra

my, Lucillius, ard Meffala. 07. 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:
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no inan else hath honour by his death.

Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

02. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Melala will prefer me to you.
Oft. Do fo, & good Messala.
Mef. How dy'd my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Mes. Olavius, 'then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did, in envy of great Cafar;
He only in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the eleinents
So inixt in him, that nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man.

& C. omits good.

read lord for master. So the ift f. and C; the 2d f. omits i H. reads sake bin sber for iben lake after ; the 3d and all the other editions bim.

Oa. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lye,
Moft like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to reft; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Excunt omnes,


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