Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this 2641rock.

Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,

5.5.32643He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.

Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;

5.5.52645It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

What I, my Lord? No, not for all the world!

Peace then, no words.

Peace then, no words. I'll rather kill myself.

Hark thee, Dardanius.

Hark thee, Dardanius. Shall I do such a deed?

O Dardanius!

O Clitus!

What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

5.5.152656That it runs over even at his eyes.

Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.

What says my lord?

What says my lord? Why this, Volumnius.

5.5.182660The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me

5.5.192661Two several times by night: at Sardis once,

5.5.202662And this last night here in Philippi fields.

5.5.212663I know my hour is come.

I know my hour is come. Not so, my lord.

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

5.5.232666Thou see'st the World, Volumnius, how it goes.

2667Our enemies have beat us to the pit.

5.5.242668It is more worthy to leap in ourselves

5.5.252669Then tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,

5.5.262670Thou know'st that we two went to school together.

5.5.272671Even for that, our love of old, I prithee,

5.5.282672Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.

That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

Fly! Fly, my Lord! There is no tarrying here!

Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.

5.5.322677Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep.

5.5.332678Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,

5.5.342679My heart doth joy that yet in all my life

5.5.352680I found no man but he was true to me.

5.5.362681I shall have glory by this losing day

5.5.372682More then Octavius and Mark Antony

5.5.382683By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

5.5.392684So fare you well at once, for Brutus' tongue

5.5.402685Hath almost ended his life's history.

5.5.412686Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,

5.5.422687That have but laboured to attain this hour.

Fly, my Lord! Fly!.

Fly, my Lord! Fly!. Hence, I will follow.

5.5.452691I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.

5.5.462692Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

5.5.472693Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.

5.5.482694Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,

5.5.492695While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

Farewell, good Strato.

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

2698I killed not thee with half so good a will.

What man is that?

My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala.

5.5.552704The conquerors can but make a fire of him,

5.5.562705For Brutus only overcame himself,

5.5.572706And no man else hath honor by his death.

So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,

5.5.592708That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

5.5.612710Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Do so, good Messala.

Do so, good Messala. How died my master, Strato?

I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Octavius, then take him to follow thee,

5.5.662716That did the latest service to my master.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

5.5.682718All the conspirators save only he

5.5.692719Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;

5.5.702720He only in a general honest thought

5.5.712721And common good to all made one of them.

5.5.722722His life was gentle, and the elements

5.5.732723So mixed in him that nature might stand up,

5.5.742724And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

According to his virtue, let us use him,

5.5.762726With all respect and rites of burial.

5.5.772727Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,

5.5.782728Most like a soldier, ordered honorably:

5.5.792729So call the field to rest, and let's away,

5.5.802730To part the glories of this happy day.