Luc. Oh young and Noble Cato, art thou down? Luc. Only I yield to die. † There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight; [Giving him money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death, Enter Antony. 2-Sol. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. I Sol. I'll tell the news, here comes the General. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord. Ant. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough.. Shall ever take alive the Noble Brutus. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but I affure you, A prize no less in worth; keep this man safe, Give him all kindness. I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies. And fee if Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius' tent, Go on, [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to another part of the field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock. Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light; but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain. i. e. worthy of him. A line feems to be loft here to this purpofe, as if the Soldier had. demanded, Whether there was yet much refiftance on the part of the enemy? To which Lucilius anfwered, There is fo much, &c. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus [Whispering.. Cli. What I, my Lord ? no, not for all the world.. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Dar. Oh, Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee ♪~ Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius. The ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me - Vol. Not fo, my Lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. goes; [Alarume Good Volumnius, Thou know't that we two went to fchool together; Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it. So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history. Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft, [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord. Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in't. Bru. Farewel, good Strato;-Cefar, now be fill. I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will. [He runs on his fword and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army. Qa. What man is that? Mef. My master's man. Strato, where is thy mafter? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; The conqu'rors can make but a fire of him : For Brutus only overcame himself; And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank thee, Bru That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true. [tus, Octa. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Ofta. Do fo, good Meffala, Mef. How died my Lord, Strato? Sira. I held the iword, and he did run on it. That did the latest fervice to my mafter. Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all. All the confpirators, fave only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar. 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, Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt omnes. ANTONY Proculeius, Dolabella, friends to Cæfar. Thyreus, Gallus, Menas, friend to Pompy. A Soothsayer. Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt. Octavia, fifler to Cafur, and wife to Antony. Charmian, Ladies attending on Cleopatra. Ambafadors from Antony to Cafar, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other attendants. The SCENE is difperfed in feveral parts of the Roman Empire. Clown. Iras, ACTI. SCENE I. Phil. " The palace at Alexandria in Egypt. Enter Demetrius and Philo. N AY, but this dotage of our General O'erflows the mealure; thofe his good. ly eyes, "That o'er the files and mufters of the war "Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn "The office and devotion of their view "Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart, |