Act V. Scene
IV.
Scene IV.—Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter fighting. Soldiers of both
armies; then BRUTUS, Young CATO, LUCILIUS,
and Others.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, 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 country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for
Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy.
CATO is overpowered, and falls.
Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou
down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And mayst be honour'd being Cato's son.
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Lucil. Only I yield to die:
There is so much that thou wilt kill me
straight. [Offering money.
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is
ta'en.
First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the
general.
Enter ANTONY.
Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Lucil. 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 than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt.
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