Page 2270 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Alarum still.

CLITUS
Fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here. [30]

BRUTUS
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato: − Countrymen,

My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me. [35]
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony

By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once, for Brutus’ tongue
Hath almost ended his life’s history. [40]
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,

That have but laboured to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within, ‘Fly, fly, fly!’.

CLITUS
Fly, my lord, fly!

BRUTUS
Hence! I will follow.
Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. [45]
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

STRATO
Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. [50]

BRUTUS
Farewell, good Strato. − Caesar, now be still.