Imatges de pÓgina

Cli. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble Veffel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; list a word.
Vol. What fays my Lord?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;

The Ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me
Two feveral times by night; at Sardis, once;
And, this laft night, here in Philippi fields.
I know, my hour is come.

Vol. Not fo, my Lord.

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Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:


It is more worthy to leap in our felves,
Than tarry, 'till they pufh us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together;
Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee,
Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord.
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Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou haft been all this while afleep;
(35) Farewel 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 fhall have Glory by this lofing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile Conqueft fhall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almoft ended his life's history.

Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft,.

(35) Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen ;] Thus has this Paffage all along been abfurdly pointed, to the Praife of our intelligent Editors. I had corrected it long ago; but am, notwithstanding, to make my Acknowledgments to an anonymous Gentleman, who, unknowingly concurr'd with me; and advis'd the Correction of the Pointing, as it is now reformed, by Letter.


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.

I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord;
Thou art a Fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in't.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand firft

fare you well,

my Lord. Bru. Farewel, good Strato; Gafar, now be ftill; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

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[He runs on his fword, and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army.

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Octa. What Man is that?

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Mef. My Master's Man. Strato, where is thy Mafter? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; 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' Saying true.

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Octa. 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. Octa. Do fo, good Meffala.

Mef. How died my Lord, Strato?

Stra, I held the word, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the lateft fervice to my Mafter.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all:

All the Confpirators, fave only he,

Did That they did in envy of great Cæfar:
He, only, in a general honeft thought,
And common Good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements.


So mixt in him, that Nature might ftand up,
And fay to all the world; "This was a Man!
Octa. According to his virtue, let us ufe hims
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.

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