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$Unique_ID{SSP01067}
$Title{Julius Caesar: Act V, Scene IV}
$Author{Shakespeare, William}
$Subject{}
$Log{Dramatis Personae*01050.txt}
Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
JULIUS CAESAR
ACT V
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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!
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 Titinius; 10
And mayst be honor'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 honor'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: 20
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; 30
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanced.
[Exeunt.]