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! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, Go on, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; 20 30 [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another part of the field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, 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; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [Whispers. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius : Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. [Low alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, gether: Good Volumnius, went to school to Even for that our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; 20 30 More than Octavius and Mark Antony So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, 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. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it : my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, The conquerors can but make a fire of him; And no man else hath honour by his death. thee, Brutus, I thank That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. 46. smatch, taste. 40 50 VOL. VIII 113 I Oct. All that served 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; And common good to all, made one of them. Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. 60 70 80 thought, out of honest regard for the common good. |