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Luc. Oh young and Noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius :
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's fon *.

Sol, Yield, or thou diest.
Luc. Only I yield to die. +

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There is so much, that thou wilt kill me Straight ;

[Giving him money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Sol. We must not. A noble prisoner !

Enter Antony. 2.Sol. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en..

I Sol. I'll tell the news, bere comes the General. Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en,

my

Lord.
Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fase 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,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but I assure you,
A prize no less in worth ; keep this man fafe,
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friendâ, than enemies. Go on,
And see if Brutus be alive or dead ;
And bring us word uoto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd;

[Exeunt. SCENE Vill. Changes to another part of the field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitra, Strato, and Vo.

lumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this

rock, Cli. Statilius shew'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 seems to be lost here to shis purpose, as if the Soldier had demanded, Wheiher there was yet much resistarce on the part of the e. nemy? To which Lucilius answered, There is so much, &c.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; playing is the word;
It is a deed in faihion. 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 such a deed ?
Cli. Oh, Dardanius !
Dar. Oh, Clitus !
Gli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus : look, he meditates. ,

Cli, Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Vol. What says my Lord ?

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

Vol. Not to, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou feelt the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit. [Alarum
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know't that we two went to school together;:
Even for that, our love of old, I pr’ythee,
Hold thou my sword's hilt, while I run on it."
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my Lord.

[Alarum ftill. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to 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 Mall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,,
By this vile conquest fhall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue

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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, Gry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I pr’ythee, Strato, Itay thou by thy Lord. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch 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 first,-fare you well, my

Lord, Bru. Farewel, good Strato; Cæfar, now be fill. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his fword and dies.

SCĘ N E IX. dlarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala,

Lucilius, and the army. Qata, What man is that? Mef. My master's man, Strato, where is thy master:

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Alessala ; The conqu’rors can make but a fire of him i 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' saying true. [tus,

Olta. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them, Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
Octa. Do fo, good Messala,
Mef. How died iny Lord, Strato?
Sira. I held the tword, and he did run on it.

Mes, Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my malter.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of thein alla
All the conspirators, fave only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar.
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 !”

Osta. According to his virtue, let us use bin,
With all respect, and rites of burial,
Within iny tent his bones: tonight 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 omnes.

ANTONX

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Menecrates, } friends to Pompeye

friends

M. ANTONY.
Octavius Cæfar.

Varrius,
Æmiius Lepidus.

Silius, an Officer in V'entidius's ar-
Sex. Pompeius.

my. Domitius Ænokarbus,

Taurus, Lieut.-Gen. to Cæfar.
Ventidius,

Alexas,
Canidius,

Mardian, fervants to Cleopa
Eros,

and fola

Dionicdes, tra.

lowers of Seleucus,
Scarus,
Dercetas,

Antony. A Soothsayer,
Demetrius,

Clown.
Pliido,

Cleopatra, Queen of Egypi.
Mecænas,

Octavia, sister to Cæfar, and wife
Agrippa,

to Antony. Dolabella,

Ladies attending on
friends to Cefar.
Proculeius,

S Cleopatra.
Thyreus,

Ambassadors from Antony to Cæ-
Gallus,
j

sar, Captains, Soldiers, MefMenas, friend to Pompy,

sengers, and other attendants.

Charmian, }

The SCENE is dispersed in several parts of the Roman Empire,

A C T I.

S CE N E I.

The palace at Alexandria in Ægypt,

Enter Demetrius and Philo.
Phil.«

A Y, but this dotage of our General
O’erflows the mealure; those his good-

ly eyes,
"That o'er the files and musters 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

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