CATO. He is flain. BRU. O Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails. CATO. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius! BRU. Are yet two Romans living fuch as thefe ?— The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impoffible, that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come ; 1 And come, young Cato; let us to the field.—, SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter fighting, SOLDIERS of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. BRU. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! CATO. What baftard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field : I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the fon 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. CATO is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; I SOLD. Yield, or thou dieft. Luc. Only I yield to die : There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. [Offering money. I SOLD. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 SOLD. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. I SOLD. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general:Enter ΑΝΤΟΝΥ. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. ANT. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough : I dare affure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from fo great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. ANT. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I affure you, Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. BRU. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock. CLI. Statilius fhow'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta'en, or flain. 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. DAR. O, Clitus! [whispers him. CLI. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? CLI. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, BRU. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word, 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 fo, my lord. BRU. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. Thou fee'ft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [Alarum ftill. CLI. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. BRU. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Volum So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's hiftory: [nius. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would reft, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. CLI. Fly, my lord, fly. BRU. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good refpect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it : While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? STRA. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. BRU. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæfar, now be ftill; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will. [He runs on bis fword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. OCT. What man is that? MES. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy mafter? STRA. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala ; The conquerors 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' faying true. OCT. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. MES. How died my mafter, Strato? STRA. I held the fword, and he did run on it. MES. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. ANT. This was the nobleft Roman of them all: Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar; So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, OCT. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. |