Changes to another part of the Field.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

Bru.

OME, poor Remains of friends, reft on this rock.

COME,

Cli. Statilius 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: Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. I do fuch a deed? Cli. Oh, Dardanius!

Dar. Oh, Clitus !

Cli. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble veffel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word. Vol. What fays my Lord?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;

The Ghoft 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 fo, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

[Alarm.

Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry, 'till they push us. Good Volumnius,

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Thou

Thou know'ft, that we two went to fchool together; Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee,

Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it.

Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord. [Alarm ftill. 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; Farewel 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 fhall have Glory by this lofing day, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile Conqueft fhall attain unto.

So, fare you well at once: for Brutus' tongue

Hath almost ended his life's Hiftory.

Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft, That have but labour'd to attain this hour,

[Alarm. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy Lord;
Thou art a Fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in't.
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first-

my Lord.

-fare you well,

Bru. Farewel, good Strato-Cæfar, now be still; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[He runs on his fword and dies.

SCENE XI.

Alarm. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army.

HAT Man is that?

OƐta. W Mef. My Master's Man. Strato, where is

thy Master?

Stra.

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ;
The Conqu'rors can but make a fire of him:
For Brutus only overcame himself;

And no man elfe hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank thee,
Brutus,

That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' Saying true.

Oda. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou beflow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you. Octa. Do fo, good Meffala.

Mej. How died my Lord, Strato?

Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Odavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my Master.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all.
All the Confpirators, fave only he,

Did That they did in envy of great Cafar:
He, only, in a general honeft thought,

And common Good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixt in him, that Nature might stand up,
And fay to all the world; " This was a Man!"
Octa. According to his virtue, let us ufe him;
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my Tent his bones to-night shall lie,
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.

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ANTONY

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CLEOPATRA