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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.

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