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Such men my friends than enemies.
[Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, Decius, MeteLLUS, and Cinna.
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest here.
Bru. Why, this, Metellus;
Two several times by night; at Sardis once ;
Met. Not so, my lord.
[Alarum still. Bru. Why, then, farewell ; My heart hath joy, that yet in all my life, I found no man, but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day. Retire, and let me think a whileNow, one last look, and then, farewell to all; Seorning to view his country's wrongs,
Thus Brutus always strikes for liberty.
[He runs on his Sword, and dies, Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIUS, with TREBONIUS
Tre. So Brutus should be found. Thank
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all;
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him ;
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