Another Part of the Field.
 Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.

Brutus	Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

Clitus	Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
	He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.

Brutus	Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
	It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
													[Whispers to him.

Clitus	What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

Brutus	Peace then; no words.

Clitus								I'll rather kill myself.

Brutus	Hark thee, Dardanius.
													[Whispers to him.
Dardanius							Shall I do such a deed?

Clitus	O Dardanius!

Dardanius	O Clitus!
										[CLITUS and DARDANIUS stand apart.

Clitus	What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dardanius	To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Clitus	Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
	That it runs over even at his eyes.

Brutus	Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

Volumnius	What says my lord?

Brutus								Why, this, Volumnius:
	The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
	Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
	And this last night here in Philippi fields.
	I know my hour is come.

Volumnius										Not so, my lord.

Brutus	Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
	Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
	Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
													[Low alarums.
	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 prithee
	Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it.

Volumnius	That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
													[Alarum still.
Clitus	Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

Brutus	Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
	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 that 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 rest,
	That have but laboured to attain this hour.
													[Alarum.
[Cry within	Fly, fly, fly! ]

Clitus	Fly, my lord, fly!

Brutus							Hence, I will follow.
							 [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

	I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
	Thou art a fellow of good respect;
	Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
	Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
	While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Strato	Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

Brutus	Farewell, good Strato. Caesar, now be still;
	I killed not thee with half so good a will.
										  [He runs on his sword, and dies.

                             Alarum. Retreat.
         Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the ARMY.

Octavius	What man is that?

Messala	My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

Strato	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 honour by his death.

Lucilius	So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
	That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

Octavius	All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
	Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Strato	Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Octavius	Do so, good Messala.

Messala	How died my master, Strato?

Strato	I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Messala	Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
	That did the latest service to my master.

Antony	This was the noblest Roman of them all.
	All the conspirators save only he
	Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
	He only in a general honest thought
	And common good to all made one of them.
	His life was gentle, and the elements
	So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
	And say to all the world "This was a man!"

Octavius	According to his virtue let us use him,
	With all respect and rites of burial.
	Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
	Most like a soldier, ordered honourably.
	So call the field to rest, and let's away
	To part the glories of this happy day.
													[Exeunt.
