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Scene VAnother part of the fieldEnter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and VolumniusBrutusCome, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.ClitusStatilius show’d the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta’en or slain.BrutusSit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.WhispersClitusWhat, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.BrutusPeace then! no words.ClitusI’ll rather kill myself.BrutusHark thee, Dardanius.WhispersDardaniusShall I do such a deed?ClitusO Dardanius!DardaniusO Clitus!ClitusWhat ill request did Brutus make to thee?DardaniusTo kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.ClitusNow is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.BrutusCome hither, good Volumnius; list a word.VolumniusWhat says my lord?BrutusWhy, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar hath appear’d to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once, And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: I know my hour is come.VolumniusNot so, my lord.BrutusNay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit:Low alarumsIt 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 prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.VolumniusThat’s not an office for a friend, my lord.Alarum stillClitusFly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.BrutusFarewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell 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. I shall have glory by this losing day More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus’ tongue Hath almost ended his life’s history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labour’d to attain this hour.Alarum. Cry within, ‘Fly, fly, fly!‘ClitusFly, my lord, fly.BrutusHence! I will follow.Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and VolumniusI 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, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?StratoGive me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BrutusFarewell, good Strato.Runs on his swordCaesar, now be still: I kill’d not thee with half so good a will. [Dies]Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, Lucilius, and the armyOctaviusWhat man is that?MessalaMy master’s man. Strato, where is thy master?StratoFree 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.LuciliusSo Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius’ saying true.OctaviusAll that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?StratoAy, if Messala will prefer me to you.OctaviusDo so, good Messala.MessalaHow died my master, Strato?StratoI held the sword, and he did run on it.MessalaOctavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.AntonyThis was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world ‘This was a man!‘OctaviusAccording to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order’d honourably. So call the field to rest; and let’s away, To part the glories of this happy day.Exeunt

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