Cato. Brave Titinius!

Look where he have not crown'd dead Caffius.
Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans, fare thee well;
It is impoffible that ever Rome

Should breed thy Fellow. Friends, I owe more Tears
To this dead Man, than you fhall fee me pay.
I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time-
Come therefore, and to Tharfus fend his Body,
His Funerals fhall not be in our Camp,
Left it discomfort us. Lucilius come,
And come, young Cato, let us to the Field,
Labio and Fluvius, fet our Battels on;

'Tis three a Clock, and, Romans, yet e'er Night,
We shall try Fortune in a fecond fight.

[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Flavius.

Bru. Yet Countrymen, O yet, hold up your Heads. Cato. What Baftard 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.
I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho.

Enter Soldiers and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I.
Brutus my Country's Friend; know me for Brutus.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Son.
Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die;

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his Death.

Sold. We muft not; a Noble Prisoner.

Enter Antony.

2 Sold. Room ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. I Sold. I'll tell thee News, here comes the General, Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is fafe enough.

I dare affure thee, that no Enemy

Shall ever take alive the Noble Brutus:
The Gods defend him from fo great a fhame,
When you do find him or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, Friend, but I affure you,
A prize no less in worth; keep this Man safe,
Give him all kindnefs. I had rather have
Such Men my Friends, than Enemies. Go on,
And fee where Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word unto Octavius Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of Friends, reft on this Rock Cli. Statillius fhew'd the Torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is, or ta'en, or flain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word,

It is a deed in fashion. Hark 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. Shall I do fuch a Deed?
Cli. O Dardanius!

Dar. O Clitus!

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus; look he meditates.
Cli. Now is that Noble Veffel full of Grief,

That it runs over even at his Eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.
Vol. What fays my Lord?

Bru. Why this, Volumnius;

The Ghoft of Cafar hath appear'd to me

Two feveral times by Night; at Sardis, once;

And this laft Night, here in Philippi-Fields.

I know my hour is come.

Vol. Not fo, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou feeft the World, Volumnius, how it goes,
Our Enemies have beat us to the Pit:

[Low Alarum.

It

It is more worthy, to leap in our felves,
Than tarry 'till they pufh us.

Good Voluminus,
Thou knoweft that we two went to School together;
Even for that, our love of old, I prethee

Hold thou my Sword's Hilt, while I run on it.
Fol. That's not an Office for a Friend, my Lord.

Alarum ftill.
Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord, there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou haft been all this while afleep;
Farewel to thee, to 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 Octavius and Mark Antony,
By this vile Conqueft shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once, for Brutus Tongue
Hath almost ended his Life's Hiftory.

Night hangs upon mine Eyes, my Bones would reft,
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;

I prethee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord,

Thou art a Fellow of a good refpect;

Thy Life hath had fome fmatch of Honour in it.
Hold then my Sword, and turn away thy Face,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your Hand firft. Fare you well, my Lord. Bru. Farewel, good Strato Cafar, now be ftill,

I kill'd not thee with half fo good a Will.

He runs on his Sword and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lu cilius, and the Army.

Ofta. What Man is that?

Mef. My Mafter's Man. Strato, where is thy Master ? Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in, Meffala; The Conquerors can but make a Fire of him: For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no Man elfe hath Honour by his Death.

Luc.

Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou haft prov'd Lucillius faying true.

Ofta. All that ferv'd Brutus I will entertain them,
Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
Octa. Do fo, good Meffala.

Mef. How died my Lord, Strato ?

Stra. I held the Sword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest Service to my Master.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all;
All the Confpirators fave only he,

Did that they did, in envy of great Cafar:
He, only in a general honeft thought,
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,
And fay to all the World; this was a Man.
Ota. According to his Virtue, let us ufe him,
With all refpect, and rites of Burial.
Within my Tent his Bones to Night shall lye,
Moft like a Soldier, ordered honourably.

So call the Field to reft, and let's away,

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