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. Brutus, come apace, 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. Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on: "Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. [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? Lucil. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. [Offering money. A noble, prisoner! First Sold. We must not. Sec, Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? 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! Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And bring us word unto Octavius' tent [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. Another part of the field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; [Whispers him It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. 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: 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; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, [Low alarums. Good Volumnius, Than tarry till they push us. Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarums still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [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: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword, and dies. 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. 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. 1 Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, ABLIO - [Exeunt. OTHER |