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Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
The gods defend him from so great a fhame!
When

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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 po less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And fce whe'r Brutus be alive or dead :
And bring us 2 word unto Oétavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd,

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Another Part of the Field.

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

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

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

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.
szi The fo's and R. read wobere; P.
and all after except C. if for wbe'r.

The three last fo's omit word,

• This scene 8 in P. H. W. and 9.?

c No description of scene in the fo's or R. à 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.

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e No direction here before C.

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

sword's bile. & P. and all after except C. omit losv. k The two laft fo's, and all after ex.

h C. pray ibee for pr’yrbee; it is pre cept Co wbile for wbit. fbee in the fo's and R.

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

Bru. Farewel to you—and you and you, VolumniusStrato, thou hast 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 Oilavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile conqueft, shall attain unto. So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongtie 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 refpe&t ; 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 so good a will,

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y All before T. read, Farewel to tbee, Sunto, &e.

2 The three lait fo's omit in · The fo's, loofing for lsfing, 1 The fo's, lives for life'so

c After fellow P. and all after add Ebre

This direction fick given by C. c P. and all after except C. in'c for in it. The fo's direct only, dies.

Alarums. Retreat. Enter O&tavius, Antony, and their Ar

my, Lucillius, and Meffala. 081. What man is that? Mef. 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.

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

Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
Dl. Do so, 6 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 elements
So inixt in him, that nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man.

& C. omits good.

sead lord for master. So the ift f. and C; the 2d f. omits i H. reads sake bim sben for eben late after; the 3d and all the other editions bim.

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

[Exeunt omnes

FINI S.

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