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Luc. Oh young and Noble Cato, art thou down?
Sol, Yield, or thou diest.
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,
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fase enough.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but I assure you,
[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;
Cli, Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius.
Vol. Not to, my Lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
[Alarum ftill. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to you,
Hath almost ended his life's history.
[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.
Mes, Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of thein alla
His life was gentle, and the elements
Osta. According to his virtue, let us use bin,
Menecrates, } friends to Pompeye
Silius, an Officer in V'entidius's ar-
my. Domitius Ænokarbus,
Taurus, Lieut.-Gen. to Cæfar.
Mardian, fervants to Cleopa
lowers of Seleucus,
Antony. A Soothsayer,
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypi.
Octavia, sister to Cæfar, and wife
to Antony. Dolabella,
Ladies attending on
Ambassadors from Antony to Cæ-
sar, Captains, Soldiers, MefMenas, friend to Pompy,
sengers, and other attendants.
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.
A Y, but this dotage of our General
Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart,