Another Part of the Field. |
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Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, Young CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. |
Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads! |
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? |
I will proclaim my name about the field: |
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! |
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; |
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! |
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; |
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls. |
Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? |
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, |
And mayst be honour'd being Cato's son. |
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest. |
Lucil. Only I yield to die: |
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight. [Offering money. |
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. |
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! |
Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. |
First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general. |
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Enter ANTONY. |
Brutus is ta'en, my lord. |
Ant. Where is he? |
Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: |
I dare assure thee that no enemy |
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: |
The gods defend him from so great a shame! |
When you do find him, or alive or dead, |
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. |
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure 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. Go on, |
And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead; |
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent, |
How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt. |
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