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  • Title: Julius Caesar (Modern)
  • Editor: John D. Cox
  • General textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • Coordinating editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-366-3

    Copyright John D. Cox. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: John D. Cox
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    Julius Caesar (Modern)

    Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.
    Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads!
    [Exit fighting, followed by Messala and Flavius.]
    What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
    2605I will proclaim my name about the field.
    I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
    A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
    I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
    Enter soldiers and fight.
    2610And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
    Brutus, my country's friend! Know me for Brutus!
    [Young Cato is killed.]
    O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
    Why now thou diest as bravely as Titinius
    And mayst be honor'd, being Cato's son.
    26151 Soldier
    Yield, or thou diest!
    Only I yield to die.
    There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.
    Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death.
    1 Soldier
    We must not. A noble prisoner!
    2620Enter Antony.
    2 Soldier
    Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
    1 Soldier
    I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
    Brutus is ta'en! Brutus is ta'en, my lord!
    Where is he?
    Safe, Antony. Brutus is safe enough.
    I dare assure thee that no enemy
    Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
    The gods defend him from so great a shame!
    When you do find him, or alive or dead,
    2630He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
    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. Go on,
    2635And see whe'er Brutus be alive or dead,
    And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
    How everything is chanced.