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The ghost of Cæsar hath appear’d to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my
hour is come.
Not so, my
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius.
Thou know'st that we two went to school together :
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That 's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord : there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato.—Countrymen,
My heart doth 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,
More than Octavius and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest, shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would
That have but labor'd to attain this hour.
[alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly.'
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
Hence. I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect :
Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well,
lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cæsar, now be still : I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[he runs on his sword, and dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their
army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy
master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala : The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honor by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee,
Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain
1 Take them into my service.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will preferme to you.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.
Mes. How died my master, Strato ?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar :
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, “This was a man!'
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honorably.-So, call the field to rest; and let 's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt.