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Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
Re-enter Titinius, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
No, this was he, Messala,
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
Hie you, Messala,
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young
CATO, Strato, VOLUMNIUS, and Lucilius.
He is slain.
Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies;
then Brutus, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with
[Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the Enemy. Caro is over
powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may’st be honour'd being Cato's son.”
being Cato's son,] i. e. worthy of him.
i Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc.
Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
[Offering Money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
I Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. i Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
Another Part of the Field.
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this 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.
[Whispering Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli.
I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. Dar.
I do such 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 vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Why, this, Volumnius:
Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, 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 pray thee, Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you, Vo