I dare affure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The Gods defend him from fo great a fhame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I affure you, Go on, [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Another part of the Field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. 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 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 my self. Dar. Oh Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius, lift a word. Bru. Why this, Volumnius; The ghoft of Cafar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not fo, my Lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is. Volumnius. Our enemies have beat us to the pit : [Alarum, Good Volumnius, Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it. [Alarum ftill. Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft, [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord; Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in't. Stra. Give me your hand first-fare you well, my Lord! [He runs on his fword and dies. SCENE IX. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the Army. O. What man is that? Mef. My mafter's man. Strato, where is thy mafter? 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' faying true. 08. All that ferv'd Brutus I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you? 08. Do fo, good Meffala. Mef. How died my Lord, Strato? Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, take him then 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: Oct. According to his virtue let us ufe him, [Exeunt omnes. |