The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

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Act V - Scene IV 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!
Young 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!
Brutus. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; 
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!

Lucilius. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? 
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Tintinius; 
And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
First Soldier. Yield, or thou diest.
Lucilius. 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 Soldier. We must not. A noble prisoner!
Second Soldier. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 
First Soldier. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. 
[Enter ANTONY] 
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Antony. Where is he?
Lucilius. 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. 
Antony. 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 whether Brutus be alive or dead; 
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent 
How every thing is chanced.


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