Luc. Oh young and Noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius:
And may't be honour'd, being Cato's fon *
Sol. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die. †

There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;

[Giving him money.

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death,
Sol. We must not. A noble prifoner !

Enter Antony.

2-Sol. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. I Sol. I'll tell the news, here comes the General. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough..
I dare affure thee, that no enemy,

Shall ever take alive the Noble Brutus.
The gods defend him from fo great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but I affure 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 fee if Brutus be alive or dead;

And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd;

Go on,

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Changes to another part of the field.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock.

Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light; but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.

i. e. worthy of him.

A line feems to be loft here to this purpofe, as if the Soldier had. demanded, Whether there was yet much refiftance on the part of the enemy? To which Lucilius anfwered, There is fo much, &c.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus

[Whispering..

Cli. What I, my Lord ? no, not for all the world..

Bru. Peace then, no words.

Cli. I'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Dar. I do fuch a deed?.
Cli. Oh, Dardanius!

Dar. Oh, Clitus!

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee ♪~
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble veffel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word.
Vol. What fays my Lord ?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius.

The ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me -
Two feveral times by night; at Sardis once;
And this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know my hour is come.

Vol. Not fo, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.
Thou feelt the world, Volumnius, how it
Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they pufh us.

goes;

[Alarume

Good Volumnius,

Thou know't that we two went to fchool together;
Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee,

Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my Lord.
[Alarum ftill.i
Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you,
Volumnius..
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewel 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 fhall have glory by this lofing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,.,
By this vile conqueft fhall 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 reft,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.

I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good refpe&t;

Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in't.
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand firft,fare you well, my
Lord.

Bru. Farewel, good Strato;-Cefar, now be fill. I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[He runs on his fword and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army.

Qa. What man is that?

Mef. My master's man. Strato, where is thy mafter? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; The conqu'rors can make but a fire of him :

For Brutus only overcame himself;

And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank thee, Bru

That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true.

[tus,

Octa. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.

Ofta. Do fo, good Meffala,

Mef. How died my Lord, Strato?

Sira. I held the iword, and he did run on it.
Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,

That did the latest fervice to my mafter.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all.

All the confpirators, fave only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar.
He only, in a general honeft 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 fay to all the world, "This was a man !”
Octa. According to his virtue, let us ufe him,
With all refpect, and rites of burial,

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Moft like a foldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to reft; and let's away,

To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt omnes.

ANTONY

Proculeius,

Dolabella, friends to Cæfar.

Thyreus,

Gallus,

Menas, friend to Pompy.

A Soothsayer.

Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.

Octavia, fifler to Cafur, and wife to Antony.

Charmian, Ladies attending on

Cleopatra.

Ambafadors from Antony to Cafar, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other attendants.

The SCENE is difperfed in feveral parts of the Roman Empire.

Clown.

Iras,

ACTI. SCENE I.

Phil. "

The palace at Alexandria in Egypt.

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

N

AY, but this dotage of our General O'erflows the mealure; thofe his good. ly eyes,

"That o'er the files and mufters of the war

"Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn "The office and devotion of their view

"Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart,
"Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burst