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Another part of the field.
[Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO,
LUCILIUS, and others]
BRUTUS
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Yet count/rymen:| O yet,| hold up | your heads.
CATO
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What bast|ard doth / not? Who | will go | with
me?
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I will | proclaim | my name | about | the field.
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I am | the son | of Marc|us Ca|to, ho.
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A foe | to tyr|ants, and | my count|ry's
friend.
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I am | the son | of Marc|us Ca|to, ho.
[Enter soldiers, and fight.]
BRUTUS
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And I | am Brut|us, Marc|us Brut|us, aye,
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Brutus | my count|ry's friend:| know me for |
Brutus.
[Exit]
LUCILIUS
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O young | and nob|le Ca|to, art | thou down?
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Why now | thou diest,| as brave|ly as
Titin|ius,
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And mayst | be hon|ored, be|ing Ca|to's son.
FIRST SOLDIER
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Yield, or | thou diest.
LUCILIUS
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Only | I yield | to die:
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There is / so much,| that thou | wilt kill | me
straight:
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Kill Brut/us, and | be hon|ored in | his death.
FIRST SOLDIER
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We must | not: A | noble | prison|er.
[Enter ANTONY]
SECOND SOLDIER
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Room || ho: Tell^|Anto|ny, Brut/us is | tane.
FIRST SOLDIER
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I'll tell | the news.| Here* comes | the gen|eral.
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Brutus is | tane, Brut/us is | tane my lord*.
ANTONY
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Where is he?
LUCILIUS
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Safe Ant/ony,| Brutus | is safe | enough:
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I dare | assure | thee that / no en|emy
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Shall ever | take a|live the | noble | Brutus:
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The gods | defend | him from / so great | a
shame,
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When you | do find | him, or | alive,| or dead,
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He will | be found | like Brut|us, like |
himself.
ANTONY
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This is / not Brut|us friend,| but I as|sure you,
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A prize | no* less | in worth:| keep this | man*
safe, ??
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Give him | all kind/ness. I | had rath|er have
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Such^men | my friends,| than en|emies.| Go on,
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And see | whether Brut|us be | alive | or dead,
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And bring | us word,| unto | Octav|ius' tent:
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How eve|rything | is chanced. \\
[Exeunt]