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Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

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and you,

[Alarum still.

Volumnius.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you;
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
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.

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[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly!

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly!

Bru.

Hence! I will follow.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

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 upon run 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.

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[He runs on his Sword, and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, Messala, Lu

CILIUS, 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.

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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.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.

Mes. 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:
All the conspirators, save only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

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Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and

Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland.

ACT I. SCENE I.
An open Place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

1 Witch. When shall we three meet again,

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle 's lost and won.

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Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

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Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

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As two spent swimmers, that do cling together

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all 's too weak;
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage,
Till he fac'd the slave;

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

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