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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 show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; 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!
I'll rather kill myself.
Bru, Hark thee, Dardanius!!
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
I do such a deed?
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
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.
Not so, my
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Bru. Farewell to you;—and you;—and you, Vo
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life bath had some smatch of honour in it:
[He runs on his Sword 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 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 man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, 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 noblest Roman of them all :
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Of this tragedy many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated; but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays: his adherence to the real story, and to the Roman manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius.
C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.
Taurus, Lieutenant-general to Cæsar.
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
Octavia, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman