« PreviousContinue »
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time
Cato. What bastard doth not? who will go with me?
Enter Soldiers and fight.
[Exit. Luc. Oh
and noble Cato, art thou down?
Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.
Luc. Only I yield to die;
Sold. We must not. "A Noble Prisoner!
I care not at what Price; for, on my Word, it
More than I'll speak of now.
Enter Antony. 2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
I Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
SCENE changes to another part of the Field.
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clicus, Strato,
Bru. ME, poor Remains of friends, reft on this
rock. Cli. Statilius shew'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, Hạrk thee, Clitus
[Whispering. Cli. What I, my Lord? no, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill my felf. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. I do such a deed ? Cli. Oh Dardanius! Dar. Oh Clitus!
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Cli. Now is that noble Vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; lift a word.
Břu. Why, this, Volumnius ;
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: [-Alarum. It is more worthy to leap' in our selves, Than tarry, 'till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Even for that, our love of old, I pr’ythee, Hold thou my sword's hilt, while I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord.
[Alarum Aill. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord ; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; (35) Farewel 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 lofing day, More than Oétavius, 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 reft,
(35) Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen ;) Thus has this Paffage all along been absurdly pointed, to the Praise of our intelligent Editors. I had corrected it long ago; but am, notwithstanding, to make my Acknowledgments to an anonymous Gentleman, who, unknowingly concurr'd with me;' and advis'd the Correction of the Pointing, as it is now reformed, by Letter.
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 thee. 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't. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. , Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first fare you well,
Bru. Farewel, good Strato; Cæfar, now be still; I kill'd not thce with half so good a will.
[He runs, on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter, Antony, Octavius, Meffala, ,
Lucilius, and the army. Otta. What Man is that? Mes. My Master's Man. Strato, where is thy Master?
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mesala; The Conqu’rors can but make a fire of him : For Brutus only overcame himself; And no man elle, hath, honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius’ Saying true.
Oita. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Mellala will prefer me to you.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
So mixt in him, that Nature might stand up,
Oča. According to his virtue, let us use him,