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Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
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;
96 proper: individual
104 Thasos: isle near Thrace
109, 110 three o'clock
second fight; cf. n.
2 What . . . not: Who is so base-born as not to do so?
[Another part of the Field]
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, O yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
101 fellow: equal
106 discomfort: dishearten
Enter Soldiers, and fight.
[Bru.] And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit Brutus, fighting. Cato is slain.] Lucil. 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. First Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight: Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee that no enemy
7 [Bru.]; cf. n.
12 Only... die: I yield only in order that I may die
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
13, 14 Cf. n.
[Another part of the Field]
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and
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; 4 It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
[Whispers.] 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.
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
I know my hour is come.
Why this, Volumnius: 16 The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once, And this last night here in Philippi fields.
Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
1 poor remains of: few surviving 2, 3 Cf. n.
13 noble vessel; cf. 2 Tim. 2. 21
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'
23 pit: brink of destruction
39 at once: once for all; or, all of you
39, 40 Brutus'
speech, almost 42 Cf. Psalm 90. 10
Hence: I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.] I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
history: Brutus' life will end with this very
46 smatch: smack, flavor
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still; I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the Army.
Oct. What man is that?
Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee,
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Mes. How died my master, Strato?
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all;
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain
56 only: alone
60 entertain: employ
71, 72 Cf. n.