2640Brut. Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this

2641Rocke.

2642Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light, but my Lord

2643He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.

2644Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,

2645It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.

2646Clit. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.

2647Brut. Peace then, no words.

2648Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe.

2649Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius.

2650Dard. Shall I doe such a deed?

2651Clit. O Dardanius.

2652Dard. O Clitus.

2653Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

2654Dard. To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates.

2655Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe,

2656That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes.

2657Brut. Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.

2658Volum. What sayes my Lord?

2659Brut. Why this, Volumnius:

2660The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me

2661Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;

2662And this last Night, here in Philippi fields:

2663I know my houre is come.

2664Volum. Not so, my Lord.

2665Brut. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

2666Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,

2667Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit: Low Alarums.

2668It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,

2669Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,

2670Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:

2671Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee

2672Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.

2673Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.

2675Cly. Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.

2676Bru. Farewell to you, and you, and you Volumnius.

2677Strato, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:

2678Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen:

2679My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life,

2680I found no man, but he was true to me.

2681I shall haue glory by this loosing day

2682More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,

2683By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto.

2684So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue

2685Hath almost ended his liues History:

2686Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,

2687That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.

2689Cly. Fly my Lord, flye.

2690Bru. Hence: I will follow:

2691I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord,

2692Thou art a Fellow of a good respect:

2693Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,

2694Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,

2695While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?

2696Stra. Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord.

2697Bru. Farewell good Strato. ---Caesar, now be still,

2698I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will. Dyes.

2701Octa. What man is that?

2702Messa. My Masters man. Strato, where is thy Master?

2703Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala,

2704The Conquerors can but make a fire of him:

2705For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe,

2706And no man else hath Honor by his death.

2707Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus

2708That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true.

2709Octa. All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertaine them.

2710Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

2711Stra. I, if Messala will preferre me to you.

2712Octa. Do so, good Messala.

2713Messa. How dyed my Master Strato?

2714Stra. I held the Sword, and he did run on it.

2715Messa. Octauius, then take him to follow thee,

2716That did the latest seruice to my Master.

2717Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all:

2718All the Conspirators saue onely hee,

2719Did that they did, in enuy of great Caesar:

2720He, onely in a generall honest thought,

2721And common good to all, made one of them.

2722His life was gentle, and the Elements

2723So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp,

2724And say to all the world; This was a man.

2725Octa. According to his Vertue, let vs vse him

2726Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall.

2727Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly,

2728Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably:

2729So call the Field to rest, and let's away,

2730To part the glories of this happy day.