The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . RUTUS, youngCATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, andLUCILIUS. Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Messala. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Brutus. Titinius face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Brutus. O Julius Csesar, thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails. (Low alarums. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, whether he have not crownd dead Cassius! Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such asthese ?—The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.—Friends,
The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . RUTUS, youngCATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, andLUCILIUS. Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Messala. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Brutus. Titinius face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Brutus. O Julius Csesar, thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails. (Low alarums. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, whether he have not crownd dead Cassius! Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such asthese ?—The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, I owe moe tearsTo this dead man than you shall see me pay.—I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.—Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;His funerals shall not be in our it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come ;—And come, young Cato; let us to the field.—Labeo and Flavins, set our battles on.—T is three oclock; and, Romans, yet ere nightWe shall try fortune in a second fight. (Exeunt. Act V. Scene IV. 93. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies-then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others/ Brutus. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go withme?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! (Charges the And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;Brutus, my countrys friend; know me for Brutus!(Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpow-ered, and O young and noble Cato, art thou down?Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,And mayst be honourd, being Catos Soldier. Yield, or thou Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; (Offering Brutus, and be honourd in his death. 1 Soldier. We must not.—A noble prisoner! 2 Soldier. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is Soldier. Ill tell the news.
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