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Julius Caesar

Act V, Scene 5

Another part of the field.
 
[Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS]
 
BRUTUS
        T    T   .  T           ,        ,              ,
      Come poor remains | of friends,| rest on | this rock.
 
CLITUS
          ,         ,           ,      ,               ,
      Stati|lius showed | the torch-|light, but | my lord,
           ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      He came | not back:| he is | or tane,| or slain.
 
BRUTUS
       T    T    T     T          ,         2      ,
      Sit thee down,| Clitus: | slaying | is the word;
       ,   2      ,         ,         ,          ,
5     It is a | deed in | fashion.| Hark thee,| Clitus.
 
[Whispers]
 
CLITUS
           ,        ,     ,             ,          ,
      What I,| my lord?| No, not | for all | the world.
 
BRUTUS
        ,               ,
      Peace then,| no words.
 
CLITUS
                                  ,        ,        ,
                            I'll ra|ther kill | myself.
 
BRUTUS
        ,       2     ,
      Hark thee, Dar|danius.
 
[Whispers]
 
DARDANIUS
                                   ,        ,        ,
10                           Shall I | do such | a deed?
 
CLITUS
      ,      ,
      O Dar|dani|us.
 
DARDANIUS
                     ,    ,       oo
                     O | Clitus.|
 
CLITUS
            ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      What ill | request | did Bru|tus make | to thee?
 
DARDANIUS
           ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      To kill | him, Cli|tus: Look | he med|itates.
 
CLITUS
       ,             ,      ,        ,         ,
15    Now is | that no|ble ves|sel full | of grief,
                  ,  ,     ,      ,         ,
      That it / runs o|ver e|ven at | his eyes.
 
BRUTUS
            ,         ,       ,   2      ,        ,
      Come hi|ther, good | Volum|nius, list | a word.
 
VOLUMNIUS
             ,         ,
      What says | my lord?
 
BRUTUS
                                 ,       ,     ,
                           Why this,| Volum|nius:
            ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
20    The ghost | of Cae|sar hath | appeared | to me
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      Two se|veral times | by night:| at Sar|dis, once,
                   ,    ,       ,           ,        ,
      And this / last night,| here in | Philip|pi fields:
          ,         ,         ,
      I know | my hour | is come.
 
VOLUMNIUS
                                       ,       ,
                                  Not so, my lord.
 
BRUTUS
       ,            ,        ,      ,     ,
25    Nay, I | am sure | it is,| Volum|nius.
             ,           ,        ,    2    ,         ,
      Thou seest | the world,| Volum|nius, how | it goes,
           ,    ,           ,        ,        ,
      Our en|emies | have beat | us to | the pit:
 
[Low alarums]
                ,   ,              ,   ,         ,
      It is / more wor|thy, to / leap in | ourselves,
            ,       ,             x       ,      ,   2
      Than tar|ry till | they push us.| Good Vo|lumnius,
              ,         2    ,        2      ,        ,       ->
30    Thou knowst,| that we two | went to school | toge||ther:
      ,    2      ,          ,        ,       ,       ->
      E|ven for that | our love | of old,| I pri||thee
        ,                 ,    ,        ,        ,    2
      Hold | thou my / sword hilts,| whilst I | run on it.
 
VOLUMNIUS
              ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      That's not | an of|fice for | a friend,| my lord.
 
[Alarum still]
 
CLITUS
       T    T   .   T         2    ,    ,          ,
      Fly, fly my lord;| there is no | tarry|ing here.
 
BRUTUS
            ,        ,         ,         ,       ,     2  ->
35    Farewell | to you,| and you,| and you | Volum||nius.
        ,        ,        2      ,           ,        ,
      Stra|to, thou | hast been all | this while | asleep;
            ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
      Farewell | to thee,| to Stra|to, coun|trymen:
           ,           ,          ,        ,         ,
      My heart | doth joy,| that yet | in all | my life,
          ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      I found | no man,| but he | was true | to me.
          ,           ,      ,         ,       ,
40    I shall | have glo|ry by | this lo|sing day
        ,            ,   2    ,          ,    ,
      More than | Octa|vius, and | Mark An|tony,
                  ,   ,          ,         ,       ,
      By this / vile con|quest shall | attain | unto.
           ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      So fare | you well | at once,| for Bru|tus' tongue
            ,       ,             ,     ,     ,
      Hath al|most en|ded his / life's his|tory:
        T     T   . T           ,         ,             ,
45    Night hangs upon | mine^eyes,| my bones | would rest,
             ,         ,         ,       ,           ,
      That have | but la|bored, to | attain | this hour.
 
[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!]
 
CLITUS
       ,         T    T
      Fly my | lord, fly.
 
[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
 
BRUTUS
                             T     ,         ,
                           Hence:| I will | follow:
         ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
      I pri|thee Stra|to, stay | thou by | thy lord,
            ,       ,       ,       ,        ,
50    Thou art | a fel|low of | a good | respect;
            ,          ,            ,         ,       x
      Thy life | hath had | some smatch | of ho|nor in it,
        ,              ,           ,      ,          ,
      Hold then | my sword,| and turn | away | thy face,
            ,       ,        x       ,           ,
      While I | do run | upon it.| Wilt thou | Strato?
 
STRATO
        ,    2         T    T      T          ,         ,
      Give me your | hand first. Fare | you well | my lord.
 
BRUTUS
            ,            ,
55    Farewell | good* Stra|to.
 
[Runs on his sword]
                                 ,        ,         ,
                                Cae|sar, now | be still,
           ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      I killed | not thee | with half | so good | a will.
 
[Dies]
 
[Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army]
 
OCTAVIUS
            ,         ,
      What man | is that?   ????
 
MESSALA
          ,         ,      ,        ,     2       ,
      My mas|ter's man.| Strato,| where is thy | master?
 
STRATO
        ,      2       ,         ,         ,      ,
60    Free from the | bondage | you are | in Mes|sala:
           ,     2     ,          ,        ,        ,
      The con|querors can | but make | a fire | of him;
           ,       ,    ,      ,         ,
      For Bru|tus on|ly o|vercame | himself,
           ,         ,          ,      ,         ,
      And no | man else | hath hon|or by | his death.
 
LUCILIUS
          ,         ,          ,         ,           ,      2->
      So Bru|tus should | be found.| I thank | thee Bru||tus,
             ,            ,        ,   2    ,        ,
65    That thou | hast proved | Lucil|ius' say|ing true.
 
OCTAVIUS
       ,            ,    ,        2        ,      ,
      All that | served Bru/tus, I will | enter|tain them.
       ,              ,        ,          ,          ,
      Fellow,| wilt thou | bestow | thy time | with me?
 
STRATO
       ,            ,      ,        ,      2    ,
      Aye, if | Messa|la will | prefer | me to you.
 
OCTAVIUS
       ,          2    ,   2
      Do so,| good Messa|la.
 
MESSALA
                                  ,        ,        ,      ->
70                          How died | my mas|ter Stra||to?
 
STRATO
      ,     ,          ,           ,        ,    2
      I | held the | sword, and | he did | run on it.
 
MESSALA
         ,   2     ,      ,            ,        ,
      Octa|vius, then | take him | to fol|low thee,
            ,         ,       ,        ,       ,       ->
      That did | the la|test ser|vice to | my mas||ter.
 
ANTONY
        ,       2     ,        ,      ,         ,
      This | was the no|blest Ro|man of | them all:
       ,            ,      ,          ,     ,
75    All the | conspi|rators | save^on|ly he
       ,               ,        ,   2     ,      ,
      Did that | they did,| in en|vy of great | Caesar;
       ,   ,            ,   2    ,         ,
      He, on/ly in | a gen|eral hon|est thought
           ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      And com|mon good | to all,| made^one | of them.
            ,         ,        ,         ,    ,
      His life | was gen|tle, and | the el|ements
           ,         ,          ,        ,            ,
80    So mixed | in him,| that Na|ture might | stand^up,
           ,        ,          ,       ,           ,
      And say | to all | the world;| this was | a man.
 
OCTAVIUS
         ,        ,        ,        ,        ,        2->
      Accor|ding to | his vir|tue, let | us use || him
            ,        ,           ,         ,    ,
      With all | respect,| and rites | of bur|ial.
           ,        ,          ,         ,            ,
      Within | my tent | his bones | tonight | shall lie,
             ,       ,        ,        ,    2  ,
85    Most^like | a sol|dier or|dered hon|orably:
           ,          ,          ,          ,       ,
      So call | the field | to rest,| and let's | away,
           ,         ,        ,         ,      ,
      To part | the glo|ries of | this hap|py day.
 
[Exeunt]

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