SCEN E VIII.

Changes to another part of the Field.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and
Volumnius.

Bru. COME, poor Remains of friends, rest on

this rock.

Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.

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.

Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Dar. I do fuch a deed?
Cli. Oh, Dardanius!

Dar. Oh, Clitus!

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble veffel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word.
Vol. What fays my Lord?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius;

The Ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me
Two feveral times by night; at Sardis once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my hour is come.

Vol. Not fo, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

It is more worthy to leap in our felves,

[Alarum.

Than

Than tarry, 'till they pufh us.

Good Volumnius,

Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together;
Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee,

Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord.
[Alarum ftill.
Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewel 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 fhall have Glory by this lofing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile Conqueft fhall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almoft ended his life's History.

Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[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;
Thou art a Fellow of a good refpect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in't.
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand firft-fare you well,
my Lord.

Bru. Farewel, good Strato;-Cefar, now be ftill I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[He runs on his fword and dies.

SCENE

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army.

Octa. What Man is that?

Mef. My Mafter's Man. Strato, where is thy Master ? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; The Conqu❜rors can but make 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, Brutus,

That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' Saying true.

Octa. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Octa. Do fo, good Meffala.

Mef. How died my Lord, Strato?

Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my Master.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all.
All the Confpirators, fave only he,

Did That they did in envy of great Cæfar:
He, only, in a general honeft thought,
And common Good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixt in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world; "This was a Man!
Octa. According to his virtue, let us use him;
With all refpect, and rites of burial.
Within my Tent his bones to night shall lye,
Most like a Soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to Reft; and let's away,
To part the Glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt omnes.

ANTONY

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ACT I. SCENE I.
The Palace at Alexandria in Egypt.

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

PHILO.

AY, but this dotage of our General O'er-flows the measure; those his goodly eyes,

That o'er the files and musters 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,
"Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burst

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"The buckles on his breaft, I reneges all temper; "And is become the bellows, and the fan,

"To cool a Gypfy's luft. Look, where they come !

Flourish.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, her Ladies in the train, Eunuchs fanning her.

Take but good note, and you fhall fee in him "The triple pillar of the world transform'd "Into a Strumpet's Stool. Behold, and fee.

Cleo. If it be love, indeed, tell me, how much? Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d.

Cleo. I'll fet a 3 bourn how far to be belov'd.

Ant. Then muft thou needs find out new heav'n, new earth.

Enter a Mellenger.

Mef. News, my good Lord, from Rome.

Ant. It grates me.

Tell the fum.

Cleo. Nay, hear it, Antony.

Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or who knows,
If the fcarce-bearded Cæfar have not sent

His powerful Mandate to you, Do this, or this;
Take in that Kingdom, and infranchise that;
Perform't, or elfe we damn thee.

Ant. How, my love?

Cleo. Perchance, (nay, and most like,)

1 reneges] Renounces.

2 The triple pillar of the world transform'd

Mr. Pope.

Into a Strumpet's FOOL.-] The metaphor is here miferably mangled. We fhould read,

Into a Strumpet's STOOL.

The pillar of the world, fays he, is transformed into a ftrumpet's Stool. Alluding to the custom of ftrumpets fitting in the lap of their lovers. So Ajax in Troilus and Creffida, calls Therfites, Thou STOOL for a witch. Shakespear too, in the use of pillar and fool, had regard perhaps to the etymology of the latter word, which comes from Erúa, columna.

3 bourn] Bound or limit.

Mr. Pope.
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