|The Life and Death of Julies Caesar|
| Julius Caeser
| Act 5, Scene 5
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUSBRUTUS
Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.CLITUS
Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,BRUTUS
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;CLITUS
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, 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.DARDANIUS
Shall I do such a deed?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,BRUTUS
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.VOLUMNIUS
What says my lord?BRUTUS
Why, this, Volumnius:VOLUMNIUS
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.
Not so, my lord.BRUTUS
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.VOLUMNIUS
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
Low alarumsIt 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.
That's not an office for a friend, my lord.CLITUS
Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.BRUTUS
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.CLITUS
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 than 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 labour'd to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'
Fly, my lord, fly.BRUTUS
Hence! I will follow.STRATO
Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUSI prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a 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?
Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BRUTUS
Farewell, good Strato.OCTAVIUS
Runs on his swordCaesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army
What man is that?MESSALA
My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?STRATO
Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:LUCILIUS
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,OCTAVIUS
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.STRATO
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
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,ANTONY
That did the latest service to my master.
This was the noblest Roman of them all:OCTAVIUS
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 mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.