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[Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.]

Brutus

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

Clitus

Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.

Brutus

I know my hour is come.

Volumnius

                                          Not so, my lord.

Brutus

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.
Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
[Low trumpets.]
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,

Octavius

[Indicating Strato] What man is that?

Messala

My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

Strato

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
The conquerors can but make a fire of him.
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honor by his death.

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!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Lucilius

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
Brutus, my country's friend! Know me for Brutus!
[Cato is killed.]
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And mayst be honored, being Cato's son.

Brutus

Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?

Octavius

Not that we love words better, as you do.

Brutus

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

Antony

In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying 'Long live! Hail, Caesar!'

Cassius

Antony

Brutus

Antony

Cassius

Octavius

Brutus

Octavius

Brutus

Cassius

Antony

Octavius

[Exit Octavius, Antony, and their army.]

Cassius

Brutus

Lucilius

[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.]

Cassius

Messala

Cassius

Messala

Cassius

Brutus

[Brutus rejoins Cassius.]

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

[Exit.]

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