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DARDANIUS
To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
CLITUS
Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
BRUTUS
Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word. [15]
VOLUMNIUS
What says my lord?
BRUTUS
Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night − at Sardis once,
And this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.
VOLUMNIUS
Not so, my lord. [20]
BRUTUS
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.
Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
Low alarums.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [25]
Thou know’st that we two went to school together.
Even for that our love of old, I prithee
Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it.
VOLUMNIUS
That’s not an office for a friend, my lord.
