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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
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So in his red blood Cassius day is set. The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone, Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done: Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed.
Messa. Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed.
[2440]
O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe: Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd, Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth, But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit.
[2445]
What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?
Messa. Seeke him Titinius, whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his eares; I may say thrusting it: For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
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Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus, As tydings of this sight.
Tit. Hye you Messala, And I will seeke for Pindarus the while: Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius?
[2455]
Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie, And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their. (showts? Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing. But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
[2460]
Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius: By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part, Come Cassius Sword, and finde Titinius hart.
Dies Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, yong Cato Strato, Volumnius, and Lucillius. Bru.
[2465]
Where, where Messala, doth his body lye?
Messa. Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius face is vpward. Cato. He is slaine. Bru. O Iulius CÆsar, thou art mighty yet,
[2470]
Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords In our owne proper Entrailes.
Low Alarums. Cato. Braue Titinius, Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius. Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these?
[2475]
The last of all the Romans, far thee well: It is impossible, that euer Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares To this dead man, then you shall see me pay. I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde time.
[2480]
Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his body, His Funerals shall not be in our Campe, Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come, And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field, Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on:
[2485]
'Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night, We shall try Fortune in a second fight.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 4] Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucillius and Flauius. Bru. Yet Country‑men: O yet, hold vp your heads. Cato. What Bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaime my name about the Field.
[2490]
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe. A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend. I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
Enter Souldiers, and fight. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus , I,

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Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus. Luc.
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O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe? Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius, And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Sonne.
Sold. Yeeld, or thou dyest. Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye:
[2500]
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight: Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Sold. We must not: a Noble Prisoner. Enter Antony. 2. Sold. Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane. 1. Sold. Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall,
[2505]
Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord.
Ant. Where is hee? Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus:
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The Gods defend him from so great a shame, When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himselfe.
Ant. This is not Brutus friend, but I assure you, A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this man safe,
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Giue him all kindnesse. I had rather haue Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on, And see where Brutus be aliue or dead, And bring vs word, vnto Octauius Tent: How euery thing is chanc'd.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 5] Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato and Volumnius. Brut.
[2520]
Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this Rocke.
Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but my Lord He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine. Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word, It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus. Clit.
[2525]
What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.
Brut. Peace then, no words. Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe. Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius. Dard. Shall I doe such a deed? Clit.
[2530]
O Dardanius.
Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dard. To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates. Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes Brut.
[2535]
Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.
Volum. What sayes my Lord? Brut. Why this, Volumnius The Ghost of CÆsar hath appear'd to me Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;
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And this last Night, here in Philippi fields: I know my houre is come.
Volum. Not so, my Lord. Brut. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,
[2545]
Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit: Low Alarums. It is more worthy, to leape in our selues, Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together: Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
[2550]
Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.
Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord. Alarum still. Clit. Fly,

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[Act 5, Scene 5] Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato and Volumnius. Brut.
[2520]
Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this Rocke.
Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but my Lord He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine. Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word, It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus. Clit.
[2525]
What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.
Brut. Peace then, no words. Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe. Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius. Dard. Shall I doe such a deed? Clit.
[2530]
O Dardanius.
Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dard. To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates. Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes Brut.
[2535]
Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.
Volum. What sayes my Lord? Brut. Why this, Volumnius The Ghost of CÆsar hath appear'd to me Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;
[2540]
And this last Night, here in Philippi fields: I know my houre is come.
Volum. Not so, my Lord. Brut. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,
[2545]
Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit: Low Alarums. It is more worthy, to leape in our selues, Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together: Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
[2550]
Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.
Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord. Alarum still. Cly. Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere. Bru. Farewell to you, and you, and Volumnius. Strato, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:
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Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen: My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life, I found no man, but he was true to me. I shall haue glory by this loosing day More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,
[2560]
By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto. So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his liues History: Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest, That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.
Alarum. Cry within, Flye, flye, flye. Cly.
[2565]
Fly my Lord, flye.
Bru. Hence: I will follow: I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord, Thou art a Fellow of a good respect: Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,
[2570]
Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face, While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?
Stra. Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato. ⸺ CÆsar, now be still, I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will. Dyes. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octauius, Messala, Lucillius, and the Army. Octa.
[2575]
What man is that?
Messa. My Masters man. Strato, where is thy Master? Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala, The Conquerors can but make a fire of him: For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe,
[2580]
And no man else hath Honor by his death.
Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true. Octa. All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertaine them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra.
[2585]
I, if Messala will preferre me to you.
Octa. Do so, good Messala. Messa. How dyed my Master Strato? Stra. I held the Sword, and he did run on it. Messa. Octauius, then take him to follow thee,
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That did the latest seruice to my Master.
Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all: All the Conspirators saue onely hee, Did that they did, in enuy of great Cæsar: He, onely in a generall honest thought,
[2595]
And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the Elements So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp, And say to all the world; This was a man.
Octa. According to his Vertue, let vs vse him
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Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall. Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly, Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably: So call the Field to rest, and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt. omnes.
 

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      <l n="2545">Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:</l>
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      <l n="2546">It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,</l>
      <l n="2547">Then tarry till they push vs. Good<hi rend="italic">Volumnius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2548">Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:</l>
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      <l n="2550">Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.</l>
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      <l n="2551">That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cly.</speaker>
      <l n="2552">Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2553">Farewell to you, and you, and<hi rend="italic">Volumnius</hi>.</l>
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         <hi rend="italic">Strato</hi>, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:</l>
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      <l n="2559">More then<hi rend="italic">Octauius</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Marke Antony</hi>,</l>
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      <l n="2562">Hath almost ended his liues History:</l>
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      <l n="2564">That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.</l>
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      <l n="2565">Fly my Lord, flye.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2566">Hence: I will follow:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Stra.</speaker>
      <l n="2572">Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord.</l>
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      <l n="2573">Farewell good<hi rend="italic">Strato</hi>. ⸺<hi rend="italic">CÆsar</hi>, now be still,</l>
      <l n="2574">I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Octa.</speaker>
      <l n="2575">What man is that?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Messa.</speaker>
      <l n="2576">My Masters man.<hi rend="italic">Strato</hi>, where is thy Master?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Stra.</speaker>
      <l n="2577">Free from the Bondage you are in<hi rend="italic">Messala</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2578">The Conquerors can but make a fire of him:</l>
      <l n="2579">For<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>onely ouercame himselfe,</l>
      <l n="2580">And no man else hath Honor by his death.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lucil.</speaker>
      <l n="2581">So<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>should be found. I thank thee<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>
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      <l n="2582">That thou hast prou'd<hi rend="italic">Lucillius</hi>saying true.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jc-oct">
      <speaker rend="italic">Octa.</speaker>
      <l n="2583">All that seru'd<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, I will entertaine them.</l>
      <l n="2584">Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jc-str">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stra.</speaker>
      <l n="2585">I, if<hi rend="italic">Messala</hi>will preferre me to you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jc-oct">
      <speaker rend="italic">Octa.</speaker>
      <l n="2586">Do so, good<hi rend="italic">Messala</hi>.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jc-msa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Messa.</speaker>
      <l n="2587">How dyed my Master<hi rend="italic">Strato</hi>?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Stra.</speaker>
      <l n="2588">I held the Sword, and he did run on it.</l>
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         <hi rend="italic">Octauius</hi>, then take him to follow thee,</l>
      <l n="2590">That did the latest seruice to my Master.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2591">This was the Noblest Roman of them all:</l>
      <l n="2592">All the Conspirators saue onely hee,</l>
      <l n="2593">Did that they did, in enuy of great<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>:</l>
      <l n="2594">He, onely in a generall honest thought,</l>
      <l n="2595">And common good to all, made one of them.</l>
      <l n="2596">His life was gentle, and the Elements</l>
      <l n="2597">So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp,</l>
      <l n="2598">And say to all the world; This was a man.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Octa.</speaker>
      <l n="2599">According to his Vertue, let vs vse him</l>
      <l n="2600">Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall.</l>
      <l n="2601">Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly,</l>
      <l n="2602">Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably:</l>
      <l n="2603">So call the Field to rest, and let's away,</l>
      <l n="2604">To part the glories of this happy day.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt. omnes.</stage>
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