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Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son?.

1 SOLD. Yield, or thou diest. Luc.

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.

1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news'. -Here comes the

general:

Enter Antony.
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony'; Brutus is safe enough:

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being Cato's son,] i. e. worthy of him. WARBURTON. & Luc. Only I yield to die :

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;] Dr. Warburton has been much inclined to find lacune, or passages broken by omission, throughout this play. I think he has been always mistaken. The Soldier here says, Yield, or thou diest. Lucilius replies, I yield only on this condition, that I may die; here is so much gold as thou seest in my hand, which I offer thee as a reward for speedy death. What now is there wanting ?

Johnson. 9 I'll tell the news.] The old copy reads : I'll tell thee news.

Johnson. Corrected by Mr. Theobald. Malone.

* Safe, Antony;] So, in the old translation of Plutarch : In the mean time Lucilius was brought to him, who stowtly with a bold countenaunce sayd, Antonius, I dare assure thee, that no enemie hath taken, nor shall take Marcus Brutus aliue : and I beseech God keepe him from that fortune. For wheresoeuer he be found, aliue or dead, he will be founde like himselfe. And now for my selfe, I am come vnto thee, hauing deceiued these men of armes here, bearing them downe that I was Brutus : and doe not refuse to suffer any torment thou wilt put me to. Lucilius wordes made them all amazed that heard him. Antonius on the other side, looking vpon all them that had brought him, sayd vnto them : my companions, I thinke ye are sorie you have failed of your pur

I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
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.
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Ereunt.

Go on,

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 shew'd the torch-light ?; but, my

lord,

pose, & that

you

thinke this man hath done great wrong: but I doe assure you, you have taken a better bootie, then that you followed. For, instead of an enemie, you have brought me a friend.”

STEEVENS. 2 Statilius show'd the torch-light; &c.] So, in the old translation of Plutarch : “ Furthermore, Brutus thought that there was no great number of men slaine in battell, and to know the trueth of it, there was one called Statilius, that promised to goe through his enemies (for otherwise it was impossible to goe see their campe,) and from thence if all were well, that he woulde lift vp a torch-light in the ayer, and then returne againe with speed to him, The torche-light was lift vp as he had promised, for Statilius went thither. Nowe Brutus seeing Statilius tarie long after, and that he came not again, he say'd : if Statilius be aliue, he will come

He came not båck ; he is or ta'en, or slain.

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. Cli.

I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius ! [Whispers him. DAR.

Shall I do such a deed 3 ? 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.

againe. But his euil fortune was suche, that as he came backe, he lighted in his enemies hands, and was slaine. Now, the night being farre spent, Brutus as he sate, bowed towards Clitus one of his men, and told him somewhat in his eare; the other aunswered him not, but fell a weeping. Thereupon he proued Dardanus, and sayd somewhat also to him : at length he came to Volumnius him selfe, and speaking to him in Græke, prayed him for the stu. dies sake which brought them acquainted together, that he woulde helpe him to put his hande to his sword, to thrust it in him to kill him. Volumnius denied his request, and so did many others : and amongest the rest, one of them sayd, there was no tarrying for them there, but that they must needes flie. Then Brutus rising vp, we must fie in deede, sayd he, but it must be with our hands, not with our feete. Then taking euery man by the hand, he sayd these words vnto them with a chearfull countenance. It rejoyceth my hart that not one of my frends hath failed me at my neede, and I do not complaine of my fortune, but only for my contries sake: for, as for me, I thinke my selfe happier than they that have ouercome, considering that I leaue a perpetuall fame of our corage and manhoode, the which our enemies the conquerors shall neuer attaine vnto by force nor money, neither can let their posteritie to say, that they have been naughtie and unjust men, haue slaine good men, to vsurpe tyrannical power not pertaining to them. Hauing sayd so, he prayed euery man to shift for them selues, and then he went a litle aside," &c. Steevens.

3 I do such a deed?] Old copy-Shall I do, &c. STEEVENS.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Vol. What says my lord ?
Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar 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 see'st 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, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I Hold thou my sword-hilts *, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying

here. Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Vo

lumnius.Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;

pray thee,

- my SWORD-HILT.) So in the old copy, and rightly. So before, p. 144 :

with this good sword,
“ That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.

“ Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilts." Again, in Richard III. :

“ Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword.” Again, in The Mirror for Magistrates, 1587 :

-a naked sword he had, “ That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued." Mr. Rowe and the other modern editors read, agreeably to the language of the present time, —my sword's hilt. Malonė. Thus also, in King Henry V.:

“ And hides a sword from hilts unto the point,” &c. Falstaff also, in King Henry IV. Part I. says : “ Seven, by these hilts ; I am a villain else.” Steevens.

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 ; Fy, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru.

Hence ; I will follow 6. [Exeunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, and VOLUM

NIUS.

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 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, and their Army.
Oct. What man is that?

s Farewell to thee too, Strato.) Thus the modern editions: I think, rightly. The old folio reads :

" Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen.” Johnson. The correction was made by Mr. Theobald. Malone.

6 Hence; I will follow thee.] Thee, which is wanting in the old copy, was supplied, for the sake of metre, by Sir Thomas Hanmer. So, in Hamlet : “Go on, I'll follow thee.Steevens.

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