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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: | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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: | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
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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 | 25 |
| 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, | 30 |
| 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, | 35 |
| How every thing is chanc’d. [Exeunt. | |
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