Arbors and new-planted Orchards On this side Tyber he hath left them you And to your Heirs for ever common pleasures To walk abroad and Recreate your selves Here was a Caesar when comes such another 1. Ple. Never never come away away We 'll burn his body in the Holy Place And with the Brands fire the Traitors houses Take up the Body 2. Ple. Go fetch fire 3. Ple. Pluck down Benches 4. Ple. Pluck down Forms Windows any thing Exeunt Plebians Ant. Now let it work Mischief thou art a foot Take thou what course thou wilt How now Fellow Enter Servant Ser. Sir Octavius is already come to Rome Ant. Where is he Ser. He and Lepidus are at Caesars house Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him He comes upon a wish Fortune is merry And in this mood will give us any thing Ser. I heard him say Brutus and Cassius Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome Ant. Belike they had some notice of the People How I had moved them Bring me to Octavius Exeunt Enter Cinna the Poet and after him the Plebeians Cinna I dreamt to night that I did feast with Caesar And things unluckily charge my Fantasie I have no will to wander forth of doors Yet something leads me Forth 1. What is your yame 2. Whether are you going 3. Where do you dwell 4. Are you a married Man or a Batchellor 2. Answer every man directly 1. I and briefly 4. I and wisely 3. I and truly you were best Cin. What is my Name Whither am I going Where do I wâ—ll Am I a married man or a Batchellour Then to answer every Man directly and briefly wisely and truly wisely I say I am a Batchellor 2. That 's as much as to say they are Foors that marry you 'll bear me a Bang for that I fear proceed directly Cinna Directly I am going to Caesar's Funeral 1. As a Friend or an Enemy Cinna As a Friend 2. That matter is answered directly 4. For your dwelling briefly Cinna Briefly I dwell by the Capitol 3. Your Name Sir truly Cinna Truly my Name is Cinna 1. Tear him to pieces he 's a Conspirator Cinna I am Cinna the Poet I am Cinna the Poet. 4. Tear him for his bad Verses tear him for his bad Verses Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator 4. It is no matter his name 's Cinna pluck but his Name out of his Heart and turn him going 3. Tear him tear him Come Brands ho Firebrands to Brutus to Cassius burn all Some to Decius House and some to Caska's some to Ligarius Away go Exeunt all the Plebeians Actus Quartus Enter Antony Octavius and Lepidus Ant. These many then shall dye their Names are prick'd Octa. Your Brother too must dye consent you Lepidus Lep. I do consent Octa. Prick him down Antony Lep. Upon Condition Publius shall not live Who is your Sisters Son Mark Antony Ant. He shall not live look with a Spot I dam him But Lepidus go you to Caesar's house Fetch the Will hither and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in Legacies Lep. What shall I find you here Octa. Or here or at the Capitol Exit Lepidus Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man Meet to be sent on Errands is it fit The three-fold World divided he should stand One of the three to share it Octa. So you thought him And took his Voice who should be prick'd to dye In our black Sentence and Proscription Ant. Octavius I have seen more days than you And though we lay these Honours on this Man To ease our selves of divers stand'rous Lords He shall but bear them as the Ass bears Gold To groan and sweat under the Business Either led or driven as we point the way And having brought our Treasure where we will Then take we down his Load and turn him off Like to the empty Ass to shake his Ears And graze in Commons Octa. You may do your Will But he 's a tryed and valiant Souldier Ant. So is my Horse Octavius and for that I do appoint him store of Provender It is a Creature that I teach to fight To wind to stop to run directly on His corporal motion govern'd by my Spirit And in some taste is Lepidus but so He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth A barren spirited Fellow one that feeds On Objects Arts and Imitations Which out of use and stal'd by other men Begin his Fashion Do not talk of him But as a Property and now Octavius Listen great things Brutus and Cassius Are levying Powers We must straight make head Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd Our best Friends made our means stretch'd And let us presently go sit in Councel How covert matters may be best disclos'd And open Perils surest answered Octa. Let us do so for we are at the Stake And bayed about with many Enemies And some that smile have in their Hearts I fear Millions of mischiefs Exeunt Drum Enter Brutus Lucillius and the Army Titinius and Pindarus meet them Bru. Stand ho. Lucil. Give the Word ho and stand Bru. What now Lucillius is Cassius near Lucil. He is at hand and Pindarus is come To do you Salutation from his Master Bru. He greets me well Your Master Pindarus In his own Change or by ill Officers Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done undone But if he be at hand I shall be satisfied Pin. I do not doubt But that my Noble Master will appear Such as he is full of Regard and Honour Bru. He is not doubted A word Lucillius How he receiv'd you let me be resolv'd Lucil. With Courtesie and with Respect enough But not with such familiar Instances Nor with such free and friendly Conference As he hath us'd of old Bru. Thou hast describ'd A hot Friend cooling Ever note Lucillius When Love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced Ceremony There are no Tricks in plain and simple Faith But hollow men like Horses hot at hand Make gallant shew and promise of their Mettle Low March withâ—â— But when they should endure the bloody Spur They fall their Crests and like deceitful Jades Sink in the Tryal Comes his Army on Lucil. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd The greater part the Horse in general Are come with Cassius Enter Cassius and his Powers Bru. Hark he is arriv'd March gently on to meet him Cassi Stand ho. Bru. Stand ho speak the Word along Stand. Stand. Stand. Cassi Most Noble Brother you have done me wrong Bru. Judge me you Gods wrong I mine Enemies And if not so how should I wrong a Brother Cassi Brutus this sober Form of yours hides Wrongs And when you do them Brut. Cassius be content Speak your griefs softly I do know you well Before the Eyes of both our Armies here Which should perceive nothing but Love from us Let us not wrangle Bid them move away Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your Griefs
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing Such men as he be never at hearts ease Whiles they behold a greater then themselves And therefore are they very dangerous I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Then what I fear for always I am Caesar Come on my right hand for this ear is deaf And tell me truly what thou think'st of him Sennit Exeunt Caesar and his Train Cask You pull'd me by the Cloak would you speak with me Bru. I Caska tell us what hath chanc'd to day That Caesar looks so sad Cask Why you were with him were you not Bru. I should not then ask Caska what had chanc'd Cask Why there was a Crown offer'd him and being offer'd him he put it by with the back of his hand thus and then the people fell a shouting Bru. What was the second noyse for Cask Why for that too Cassi They shouted thrice what was the last cry for Cask Why for that too Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice Cask I marry was 't and he put it by thrice every time gentler then other and at every putting by mine honest Neighbours shouted Cassi Who offer'd him the Crown Cask Why Antony Bru. Tell us the manner of it gentle Caska Caska I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it It was meer Foolery I did not mark it I saw Mark Antony offer him a Crown yet 't was not a Crown neither 't was one of these Coronets and as I told you he put it by once but for all that to my thinking he would fain have had it Then he offered it to him again then he put it by again But to my thinking he was very loath to lay his fingers off it And then he offered it the third time he put it the third time by and still as he refus'd it the rabblement howted and clapp'd their chopt hands and threw up their sweaty Night-caps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesars refus'd the Crown that it had almost choaked Caesar For he swounded and fell down at it And for my own part I durst not laugh for fear of opening my Lips and receiveing the bad Air. Cassi But soft I pray you what did Caesar swound Cask He fell down in the Market-place and foam'd at mouth and was speechless Bru. 'T is very like he hath the Falling-sickness Cassi No Caesar hath it not but you and I And honest Caska we have the Falling-sickness Cask I know not what you mean by that but I am sure Caesar fell down If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him according as he pleas'd and displeas'd them as they use to do the Players in the Theatre I am no true man Bru. What said he when he came unto himself Cask Marry before he fell down when he perceiv'd the Common Herd was glad he refus'd the Crown he pluckt me ope his Doublet and offer'd them his Throat to cut and I had been a man of any Occupation if I would not have taken him at a word I would I might go to Hell among the Rogues and so he fell When he came to himself again he said If he had done or said any thing amiss he desir'd their Worships to think it was his infirmity Three or Four Wenches where I stood cryed Alass good Soul and forgave him with all their hearts But there 's no heed to be taken of them if Caesar had stab'd their Mothers they would have done no less Bru. And after that he came thus sad away Cask I. Cassi Did Cicero say any thing Cask I he spoke Greek Cassi To what effect Cask Nay and I tell you that I le ne're look you r'th ' face again But those that understood him smil'd at one another and shook their heads but for mine own part it was Greek to me I could tell you more news too Murrellus and Flavius for pulling Scarfs off Caesar Images are put to silence Fare you well There was more Foolery yet if I could remember it Cassi Will you supp with me to Night Caska Cask No I am promis'd forth Cassi Will you dine with me to morrow Cask I if I be alive and your mind hold and your Dinner worth the eating Cassi Good I will expect you Cask Do so farewell both Exit Brut. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be He was quick Mettle when he went to School Cassi So he is now in execution Of any bold or Noble Enterprize However he puts on this tardy form This Rudeness is a Sawce to his good Wit Which gives men stomack to disgest his words With better Appetite Brut. And so it is For this time I will leave you To morrow if you please to speak with me I will come home to you or if you will Come home to me and I will wait for you Cassi I will do so till then think of the World Exit Brutus Well Brutus thou art Noble yet I see Thy Honourable Mettle may be wrought From that it is dispos'd therefore it is meet That Noble minds keep ever with their likes For who so firm that cannot be seduc'd Caesar doth bear me hard but he loves Brutus If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius He should not humour me I will this Night In several Hands in at his Windows throw As if they came from several Citizens Writings all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his Name wherein obscurely Caesars Ambition shall be glanced at And after this let Caesar seat him sure For we will shake him or worse days endure Exit Thunder and Lightning Enter Caska and Trebonius Treb. Good even Caska brought you Caesar home Why are you breathless and why stare you so Cask Are not you mov'd when all the sway of Earth Shakes like a thing unfirm O Cicero I have seen Tempests when the scolding Winds Have riv'd thy knotty Oaks I have seen Th' ambitious Ocean swell and rage and foam To be exalted with the threatning Clouds But never till to Night never till now Did I go through a Tempest-dropping-fire Either there is a Civil strife in Heaven Or else the World too sawcy with the Gods Incenses them to send destruction Treb. Why saw you any thing more wonderful Cask A common slave you know him well by sight Held up his left Hand which did flame and burn Like twenty Torches joyn'd and yet his Hand Not sensible of fire remain'd unscorch'd Besides I ha' not since put up my Sword Against the Capitol I met a Lyon Who glaz'd upon me and went surly by Without anoying me And there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred gastly Women Transform'd with their fear who swore they saw Men all in fire walk up and down the streets And yesterday the Bird of Night did sit Even at Noon-day upon the Market-place Howting and shreeking When these Prodigies Do so conjoyntly meet let not men say These are their Reasons they are Natural For I
general Coffers fill Did this in Caesar seem Ambitious When that the Poor have cry'd Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuff Yet Brutus says he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man You all did see that on the Lupercall I thrice presented him a Kingly Crown Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition Yet Brutus says he was Ambitious And sure he is an Honourable man I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke But here I am to speak what I do know You all did love him once not without cause What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him O Judgment thou art fled to brutish Beasts And Men have lost their Reason Bear with me My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar And I must pause till it come back to me 1 Methinks there is much reason in his sayings 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter Caesar has had great wrong 3 Has he Masters I fear there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words he would not take the Crown Therefore 't is certain he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found so some will deer abide it 2. Poor soul his eyes are red as fire with weeping 3. There 's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony 4. Now mark him he begins again to speak Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the World Now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence O Masters If I were dispos'd to stin Your hearts and minds to Mutiny and Rage I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong Who you all know are Honourable men I will not do them wrong I rather choose To wrong the dead to wrong my self and you Then I will wrong such Honourable men But here 's a Parchment with the Seal of Caesar I found it in his Closet 't is his Will Let but the Commons hear this Testament Which pardon me I do not mean to read And they would go and kiss dead Caesars wounds And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood Yea beg a hair of him for Memory And dying mention it within their Wills Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy Unto their Issue 4. We 'll hear the Will read it Mark Antony All. The Will the Will we will hear Caesars Will Ant. Have patience gentle Friends I must not read it It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you You are not Wood you are not Stones but men And being men hearing the Will of Caesar It will inflame you it will make you mad 'T is good you know not that you are his Heirs For if you should O what will come of it 4. Read the Will we 'll hear it Antony You shall read us the Will Caesars Will Ant. Will you be patient Will you stay a while I have o're-shot my self to tell you of it I fear I wrong the Honourable men Whose Daggers have stab'd Caesar I do fear it 4. They were Traitors Honourable men All. The Will the Testament 2 They were Villains Murderers the Will read the Will Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will Then make a Ring about the Corps of Caesar And let me shew you him that made the Will Shall I descend And will you give me leave All. Come down 2 Descend 3 You shall have leave 4 A Ring stand round 1 Stand from the Hearse stand from the Body 2 Room for Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Nay press not so upon me stand far off All. Stand back room bear back Ant. If you have tears prepare to shed them now You all do know this Mantle I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on 'T was on a Summers Evening in his Tent That day he overcame the Nervii Look in this place ran Cassius Dagger through See what a rent the envious Caska made Through this the well-beloved Brutus stab'd And as he pluck'd his cursed Steel away Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it As rushing out of doors to be resolv'd If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no For Brutus as you know was Caesars Angel Judge O ye Gods how dearly Caesar lov'd him This was the most unkindest cut of all For when the Noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong then Traitors arms Quite vanquish'd him then burst his Mighty heart And in his Mantle Muffling up his face Even at the Base of Pompeys Statue Which all the while ran blood great Caesar fell O what a fall was there my Countrymen Then I and you and all of us fell down Whil'st bloody Treason flourish'd over us O now you weep and I perceive you feel The dint of pitty These are gracious drops Kind Souls what weep you when you but behold Our Caesars Vesture wounded Look you here Here is Himself mar'd as you see with Traitors 1 O pittyous spectacle 2 O Noble Caesar 3 O woful day 4 O Traitors Villains 1. O most bloody sight 2. We will be reveng'd Revenge About seek burn fire kill slay Let not a Traitor live Ant. Stay Countrymen 1. Peace there hear the Noble Antony 2. We 'll hear him we 'll follow him we 'll die with him Ant. Good Friends sweet Friends let me not stir you up To such a sudden Flood of Mutiny They that have done this Deed are Honourable What private griefs they have alas I know not That made them do it They are Wise and Honourable And will no doubt with Reasons answer you I come not Friends to steal away your hearts I am no Orator as Brutus is But as you know me all a plain blunt man That love my Friend and that they know full well That gave me publick leave to speak of him For I have neither writ nor words nor worth Action nor Utterance nor the power of Speech To stir mens Blood I only speak right on I tell you that which you your selves do know Shew you sweet Caesars wounds poor poor dumb mouths And bid them speak for me But were I Brutus And Brutus Antony there were an Antony Would ruffle up your Spirits and put a Tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move That stones of Rome to rise and Mutiny All. We 'll Mutiny 1 We 'll burn the house of Brutus 3 Away then come seek the Conspirators Ant. Yet hear me Countrymen yet hear me speak All. Peace ho hear Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Why Friends you go to do you know not what Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves Alas you know not I must tell you then You have forgot the Will I told you of All. Most true the Will let 's stay and hear the Will Ant. Here is the Will and under Caesars Seal To every Roman Citizen he gives To every several man seventy five Drachmaes 2 Ple. Most Noble Caesar we 'll revenge his death 3 Ple. O Royal Caesar Ant. Hear me with patience All. Peace ho. Ant. Moreover he hath left you all his Walks His private
Titi. O Cassius Brutus gave the word too early Who having some advantage on Octavius Took it too eagerly his Souldiers fell to spoil Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord fly further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Fly therefore Noble Cassius fly far off Cass This Hill is far enough Look look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceive the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cass Titinius if thou lovest me Moâ—â—â— thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him Till he have brought thee up to yonder Troops And here again that I may rest assur'd Whether yond Troops are Friend or Enemy Exit Tit. I will be here again even with a thought Cass Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was ever thick regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field This day I breathed first Time is come round And where I did begin there shall I end My life is run his compass Sirrah what news Pin. Above O my Lord. Cassi What news Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen that make to him on the Spurr Yet he spurs on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Shout And hark they shout for joy Cass Come down behold no more O Coward that I am to live so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus Come hither sirrah In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner And then I swore thee saving of thy life That whatsoever I did bid thee do Thou should'st attempt it Come now keep thine Oath Now be a Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars bowels search this bosom Stand not to answer Here take thou the Hilts And when my face is cover'd as 't is now Guide thou the Sword Caesar thou art reveng'd Even with the Sword that kill'd thee Pin. So I am free Yet would not so have been Durst I have done my will O Cassius Far from this Country Pindarus shall run Where never Roman shall take note of him Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leave him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes upon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Living O my heart Messa Is not that he Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sun As in thy red Rays thou doest sink to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sun of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dews and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my success hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good success hath done this deed O hateful Error Melancholies Child Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not O Error soon conceiv'd Thou never com'st unto a happy birth But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seek him Titinius whil'st I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his ears I may say thrusting it For piercing Steel and Darts invenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seek for Pindarus the while Why did'st thou send me forth brave Cassius Did I not meet thy Friends and did not they Put on my Brows this wreath of Victory And bid me give it thee Did'st thou not hear their showts Alas thou hast misconstrued every thing But hold thee take this Garland on thy Brow Thy Brutus bid me give it thee and I Will do his bidding Brutus come apace And see how I regarded Caius Cassius By your leave Gods This is a Romans part Come Cassius Sword and find Titinius heart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala young Cato Stato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru. Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is upward Cato He is slain Bru. O Julius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walks abroad and turns our Swords In our own proper Entrails Low Alarums Cato Brave Titinius Look where he have not Crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I own mo tears To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall find time Cassius I shall find time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Camp Lest it discomfort us Lucillius come And come young Cato let us to the Field Labio and Flavio set our Battails on 'T is three a clock and Romans yet e're night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunâ— Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flavius Bru. Yet Country-men 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. A Foe to Tyrants and my Countrys Friend I am the Son of Marcus Cato ho. Enter Souldiers and fight Bru. And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countrys Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O young and Noble Cato art thou down Why now thou dyest as bravely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Son Sold. Yield or thou diest Luc. Only I yield to die 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. Room ho tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I 'le tell the news Here comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane 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 A prize no less in worth keep this man safe Give him all kindness I had rather have Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be alive or dead And bring us word unto Octavius Tent How every thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Bru. Come poor remains of friends rest on this Rock Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not back he is or tane or slain Bru. Sit thee down Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hark thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I 'le rather kill my self Brut. Hark thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I do such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus look he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessel full of grief That it runs over even at his eyes Bru. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum What says my Lord Bru. Why this 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 Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou see'st the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies have beat us to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leap in our selves Then 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 prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I run on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cli. Fly fly my Lord there is no tarrying here Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast been all this while asleep Farewell to thee to 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 then Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile Conquest shall attain unto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his lives 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 I prethee 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 Stra. Give me your hand first Fare you well my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still Ikill'd not thee with half so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octavius Messala Lucillius and the Army Octa. 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 only overcame himself And no man else hath Honour by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prov'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will prefer 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 Octavius then take him to follow thee That did the latest service to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar He only in a generall honest thought And common good to all made one of them His life was gentle and the Elements So mixt in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the World This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let us use him With all Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall lye 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 FINIS