Give him all kindness: I had rather have 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. 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; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums, It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, 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: 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. 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. |