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Another part of the field.
[Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS]
BRUTUS
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Come poor remains | of friends,| rest on | this
rock.
CLITUS
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Statil|ius showed | the torch|light, but | my
lord
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He came | not back:| he is | or tane,| or slain.
BRUTUS
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Sit thee down,| Clitus: | slaying | is the word,
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It is a | deed in | fashion.| Hark thee,| Clitus.
CLITUS
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What I,| my lord?| No, not*| for all | the world.
BRUTUS
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Peace then,| no^words.
CLITUS
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I'll rath|er kill | myself.
BRUTUS
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Hark thee, Dar|danius.
[Whispers]
DARDANIUS
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Shall I | do such | a deed?
CLITUS
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O Dar|dani|us.
DARDANIUS
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O | Clitus.|
CLITUS
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What ill | request | did Brut|us make | to thee?
DARDANIUS
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To kill | him, Clit|us: Look | he med|itates.
CLITUS
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Now is | that nob|le ves|sel full | of grief,
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That it / runs ov|er ev|en at | his eyes.
BRUTUS
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Come^hith|er, good | Volum|nius, list | a word.
VOLUMNIUS
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What says | my lord?
BRUTUS
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Why this,| Volum|nius:
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The ghost | of Cae|sar hath | appeared | to me
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Two seve|ral times | by night:| at Sard|is, once;
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And this / last night,| here in | Philip|pi
fields:
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I know | my hour | is come.
VOLUMNIUS
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Not so,| my lord.
BRUTUS
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Nay, I | am sure | it is,| Volum|nius.
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Thou seest | the world,| Volum|nius, how | it
goes,
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Our en|emies | have beat | us to | the pit:
[Low alarums]
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It is / more worth|y, to / leap in | ourselves,
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Than tar|ry till | they push us.| Good
Vo|lumnius,
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Thou knowst,| that we two | went^to school |
togeth||er: ??
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even | for that | our love | of old,| I prith||ee
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Hold | thou my / sword hilts,| whilst I | run on
it.
VOLUMNIUS
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That's not | an of|fice for | a friend,| my lord.
[Alarum still]
CLITUS
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Fly, fly my lord,| there is no | tarry|ing here.
BRUTUS
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Farewell | to you,| and you,| and you |
Volum||nius,
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Stra|to, thou | hast been all | this while |
asleep:
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Farewell | to thee,| to Stra|to, count|rymen:
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My heart | doth joy,| that yet | in all | my
life,
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I found | no man,| but he | was true | to me.
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I shall | have glo|ry by | this los|ing day
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More than | Octav|ius, and | Mark^Ant|ony,
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By this / vile con|quest shall | attain | unto.
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So fare | you well | at once,| for Brut|us'
tongue
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Hath al|most^end|ed his / life's hist|ory:
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Night hangs upon | mine^eyes,| my bones | would rest,
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That have | but lab|ored, to | attain | this
hour.
[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!]
CLITUS
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T
Fly my | lord, fly.
[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
BRUTUS
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Hence:| I will | follow:
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I prith|ee Stra|to, stay | thou by | thy lord,
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Thou art | a fel|low of | a good | respect:
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Thy life | hath had | some smatch | of hon|or in
it,
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Hold then | my sword,| and turn | away | thy
face,
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While I | do run | upon it.| Wilt thou | Strato?
STRATO
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Give me your | hand first. Fare | you well | my
lord.
BRUTUS
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Farewell | good* Stra|to.
[Runs on his sword]
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Cae|sar, now | be still,
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I killed | not thee | with half | so good | a
will.
[Dies]
[Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army]
OCTAVIUS
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What man | is that? \\
MESSALA
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My mast|er's man.| Strato,| where is thy |
master?
STRATO
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Free from the | bondage | you are | in
Mes|sala,
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The con|querors can | but make | a fire | of him:
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For Brut|us on|ly ov|ercame | himself,
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And no | man else | hath hon|or by | his death.
LUCILIUS
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So Brut|us should | be found.| I thank | thee
Brutus
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That thou | hast proved | Lucil|ius' say|ing true.
OCTAVIUS
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All that | served Brut/us, I will | enter|tain
them.
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Fellow,| wilt thou | bestow | thy time | with me?
STRATO
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Aye, if | Messa|la will | prefer | me to you.
OCTAVIUS
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Do so,| good Messa|la.
MESSALA
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How died | my mast|er Stra||to?
STRATO
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I | held the | sword, and | he did | run on it.
MESSALA
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Octav|ius, then | take him | to fol|low thee,
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That did | the lat|est serv|ice to | my mas||ter.
ANTONY
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This | was the nob|lest Rom|an of | them all:
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All the | conspir|ators | save^on|ly he,
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Did^that | they did,| in en|vy of great | Caesar:
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He, on/ly in | a gene|ral hon|est thought,
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And com|mon good | to all,| made one of them.
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His life | was gent|le, and | the el|ements
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So mixed | in him,| that Na|ture might | stand^up,
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And say | to all | the world;| this was a man.
OCTAVIUS
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Accord|ing to | his vir|tue, let | us use || him
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With all | respect,| and rites | of bur|ial.
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Within | my tent | his bones | tonight | shall
lie,
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2 ,
Most^like | a sol|dier ord|ered hon|orably:
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So call | the field | to rest,| and let's | away,
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To part | the glo|ries of | this hap|py day.
[Exeunt]