[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! Exit 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. Exeunt
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