Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords Cato. Low alarums. Brave Titinius! Look whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? 96 100 104 Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night 108 Exeunt. Scene Four [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? 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 ... 101 fellow: equal 106 discomfort: dishearten second fight; cf. n. 2 What. not: Who is so base-born as not to do so? ... 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? Lucil. 9 12 First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! ta'en. 16 First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general. Enter Antony. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? I dare assure thee that no enemy Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: 20 Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! 24 When you do find him, or alive or dead, Go on, 28 Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe, Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, How everything is chanc'd. 7 [Bru.]; cf. n. 12 Only... die: I yield only in order that I may die Exeunt. 13, 14 Cf. n. Scene Five [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. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers.] Shall I do such a deed? 8 Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Bru. 13 Why this, Volumnius: 16 The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once, I know my hour is come. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Low alarums. 24 Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, 28 Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord: there is no tarrying here! Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volum nius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, 32 36 40 Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!' Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Bru. Hence: I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.] I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: 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 44 history: Brutus' life will end with this very 46 smatch: smack, flavor While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? 48 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? 52 Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? 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. 56 Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? 60 Mes. How died my master, Strato? 64 Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all; 68 That did the latest service to my master. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; 72 60 entertain: employ 71, 72 Cf. n. |