« PreviousContinue »
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Cli. Now is that noble Vefsel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; lift a word.
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;
Two several times by night; at Sardis, once; .. " And, this last night, here in Philippi fields. :;'
I know, my hour is come. • Vol. Nor 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,
. : [ Alarum fill. . 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.
all this You, and tarryin. m Nill.
(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 aronymous 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, withing, fil Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly.me
Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I prythee, 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,
my Lord. . . . Bru. Farewel, good Strato; - Gæfar, 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.
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Melala;
Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius’ Saying true.
Oita. All that sery'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Melala will prefer me to you.
Mer. Ostavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
And common Good to all, made one of them. : · His life was gentle, and the elements..
So mixt in him that Nature might stand up.
Octa. According to his virtue, let us use him,
- (Exeunt omnési