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Alarum. Enter BRUTUS, MESSALA, [young] CATO,
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LUCILIUS, and FLAVIUS.
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BRUTUS
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Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
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[Exit, followed by Messala and Flavius.]
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CATO
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What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
| What bastard doth not? i.e., who would be such a |
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I will proclaim my name about the field:
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
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5.4.5 |
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
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Enter Soldiers and fight.
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LUCILIUS
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And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
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Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
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[Young Cato is slain.]
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O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
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Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
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And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
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First Soldier [Capturing Lucilius.]
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Yield, or thou diest.
| Yield surrender |
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LUCILIUS
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Only I yield to die:
| Only I yield to die I surrender only in order to die |
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[Offering money.]
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There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
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Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
| worth your while to kill me immediately >>>
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First Soldier
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5.4.15 |
We must not. A noble prisoner!
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Second Soldier
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Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
| Room i.e., make room, stand aside | ta'en taken, |
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First Soldier
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I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
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Enter ANTONY
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Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
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ANTONY
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Where is he?
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LUCILIUS
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5.4.20 |
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
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I dare assure thee that no enemy
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Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
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The gods defend him from so great a shame!
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When you do find him, or alive or dead,
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He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
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ANTONY
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This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
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A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
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Give him all kindness: I had rather have
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Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
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And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
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And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
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How every thing is chanced.
| is chanced has fallen out |
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Exeunt
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