Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods: - this is a Roman's part: [Dies. Alarums. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Cato. It is impossible that ever Rome - Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, young CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; [Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy. Young Cato is over- Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. First Sold. [Offering money. We must not. A noble prisoner! Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! When you do find him, or alive or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Give him all kindness: I had rather have And bring us word unto Octavius' tent SCENE V. The same. Another part of the field. [Exeunt. 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; [Whispers him. It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Dar. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers him. Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night, at Sardis once, I know my hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; [Low alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarums still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;-and you, Volumnius.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. [Alarums. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!" Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: 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. Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarums. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSAJA, LUCILIUS, and Army. 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. Lucil. 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. good Messala. Oct. Do 80, 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: Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. |