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Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO,
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and VOLUMNIUS.
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BRUTUS
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Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
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CLITUS
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Statilius show'd the torchlight, but, my lord,
| show'd the torchlight (As a signal. See Plutarch
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He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
| or . . . or either . . . or | ta'en taken, captured |
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BRUTUS
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Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
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It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
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[Whispers.]
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CLITUS
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What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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BRUTUS
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Peace then! no words.
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CLITUS
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I'll rather kill myself.
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BRUTUS
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Hark thee, Dardanius.
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[Whispers.]
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DARDANIUS
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Shall I do such a deed?
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CLITUS
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O Dardanius!
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DARDANIUS
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5.5.10 |
O Clitus!
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CLITUS
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What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
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DARDANIUS
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To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
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CLITUS
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Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
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That it runs over even at his eyes.
| That . . . eyes (Brutus' eyes are tearing up.) |
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BRUTUS
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Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
| list listen to |
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VOLUMNIUS
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What says my lord?
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BRUTUS
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Why, this, Volumnius:
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The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
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Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
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And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
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I know my hour is come.
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VOLUMNIUS
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Not so, my lord.
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BRUTUS
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Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
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Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
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Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
| beat driven | pit animal trap; grave |
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Low alarums.
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It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
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Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
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Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
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Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
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Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
| hilts hilt |
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VOLUMNIUS
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That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
| office function |
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Alarum still.
| Alarum still continual trumpet-calls to battle |
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CLITUS
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Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
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BRUTUS
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Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
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Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
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Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
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My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
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I found no man but he was true to me.
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I shall have glory by this losing day
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More than Octavius and Mark Antony
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By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
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So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
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Hath almost ended his life's history:
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Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
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That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
| That . . . hour that have striven only to reach this |
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Alarum. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!"
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CLITUS
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Fly, my lord, fly.
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BRUTUS
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Hence! I will follow.
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[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.]
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I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
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Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
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Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
| smatch smack, taste |
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Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
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While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
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STRATO
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Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
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BRUTUS
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Farewell, good Strato.
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[Runs on his sword.]
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Caesar, now be still:
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I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
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Dies.
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Alarum. Retreat. Enter ANTONY, OCTAVIUS,
| Retreat Trumpet signal to retreat. |
| MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. | |
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OCTAVIUS
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What man is that?
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MESSALA
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My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
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STRATO
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Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
| the bondage you are in (Messala is the prisoner of |
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The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
| Antony.) | make a fire of i.e., cremate |
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For Brutus only overcame himself,
| Brutus only overcame himself only Brutus |
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And no man else hath honour by his death.
| conquered Brutus |
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LUCILIUS
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So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
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That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
| Lucilius' saying (See Act 5, Scene 4, lines 21-25
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OCTAVIUS
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All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
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Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
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STRATO
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Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
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OCTAVIUS
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Do so, good Messala.
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MESSALA
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How died my master, Strato?
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STRATO
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I held the sword, and he did run on it.
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MESSALA
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Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
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That did the latest service to my master.
| latest last |
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ANTONY
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This was the noblest Roman of them all:
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All the conspirators save only he
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Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
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He only, in a general honest thought
| He . . . them only he joined the conspiracy out of |
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And common good to all, made one of them.
| sincere commitment to high ideals and the common |
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His life was gentle, and the elements
| good | gentle noble | elements substances >>>
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So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
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And say to all the world "This was a man!"
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OCTAVIUS
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According to his virtue let us use him,
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With all respect and rites of burial.
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Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
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Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
| order'd honourably treated with due ceremony |
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So call the field to rest; and let's away,
| the field i.e., the army in the field |
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To part the glories of this happy day.
| part share | happy fortunate |
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Exeunt
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