Into his ears I may say, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas! thou hast misconstrued everything. But hold thee; take this garland on thy brow: Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I [Stabs himself, and dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo! yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar! thou art mighty yet: Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?— The last of all the Romans,3 fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.— SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, 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! [Charging the enemy. A foe to tyrants and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! * THE last of all the Romans,] So every old copy; and there has been much contention as to The or Thou: we follow the folios where the meaning cannot be mistaken. The prima facie evidence is that Shakespeare wrote "The last of all the Romans", and surely it is not worth while to disturb the old text, where, in fact, nothing is gained by it. The Corr. fol. 1632 reads as we have given the passage. 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. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, 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. Second Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Luc. 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, Give him all kindness: I had rather have [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. [Whispering him. Cli. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then! no words. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. Shall I do such a deed? [Whispering him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius. The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night at Sardis once; I know my hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. [Low alarums. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here. nius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life, 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 labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: |