Scene V

[Another part of the field.]

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

BRUTUS:

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

BRUTUS:

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

CLITUS:

Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.

CLITUS:

Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
He didn’t come back. He’s or taken or slain.

BRUTUS:

Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word:
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.(5)

BRUTUS:

Sit down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
It is a deed that’s in style. Listen, Clitus.

CLITUS:

What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

CLITUS:

What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

BRUTUS:

Peace then, no words.

BRUTUS:

Peace then! Don’t say anything.

CLITUS:

I'll rather kill myself.

CLITUS:

I'd rather kill myself.

BRUTUS:

Hark thee, Dardanius.

BRUTUS:

Listen, Dardanius.

DARDANIUS:

Shall I do such a deed?(10)

DARDANIUS:

Shall I do such a deed?

CLITUS:

O Dardanius!

CLITUS:

O Dardanius!

DARDANIUS:

O Clitus!

DARDANIUS:

O Clitus!

CLITUS:

What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

CLITUS:

What wicked request did Brutus make to you?

DARDANIUS:

To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

DARDANIUS:

To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

CLITUS:

Now is that noble vessel full of grief,(15)
That it runs over even at his eyes.

CLITUS:

Now that noble vessel is so full of grief,
That it runs over, even from his eyes.

BRUTUS:

Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.

BRUTUS:

Come here, good Volumnius; listen to a few words.

VOLUMNIUS:

What says my lord?

VOLUMNIUS:

What do you say, my lord?

BRUTUS:

Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me(20)
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.

BRUTUS:

Why, this, Volumnius.
The ghost of Caesar has appeared to me
Twice by night; at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know I’m going to die.

VOLUMNIUS:

Not so, my lord.

VOLUMNIUS:

Not so, my lord.

BRUTUS:

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.(25)
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,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together;(30)
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.

BRUTUS:

No, I’m sure of it, Volumnius.
You see the world, Volumnius, how it’s going;
Our enemies have beat us to hell.

It is more worthy for us to leap in ourselves
Than to wait until they push us. Good Volumnius,
You know that we two went to school together;
Even because that our love of old, please,
Hold my sword handle while I run into it.

VOLUMNIUS:

That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

VOLUMNIUS:

That's not a job for a friend, my lord.

Alarum still.

CLITUS:

Fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here.

CLITUS:

Fly, fly, my lord! There’s no hanging around here.

BRUTUS:

Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.(35)
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.
I shall have glory by this losing day,(40)
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.
Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would rest(45)
That have but labor'd to attain this hour.

BRUTUS:

Goodbye to you;—and you;—and you, Volumnius.—
Strato, you’ve seen all this while asleep;
Goodbye to you too, Strato.—Countrymen,
My heart is joyful, that, still, in all my life,
I only found me that were true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
Shall get by this evil conquest.
So, goodbye now, because Brutus' tongue
Has almost ended his life's story.
Night hangs on my eyes; my bones that have only
Labored to attain this hour want to rest.

Alarum. Cry within, “Fly, fly, fly!”

CLITUS:

Fly, my lord, fly.

CLITUS:

Fly, my lord, fly!

BRUTUS:

Hence! I will follow.

[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.]

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;(50)
Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

BRUTUS:

Away! I’ll follow.—

Please, Strato, stay by your lord.
You’re a fellow of a good respect;
Your life has some smack of honor in it.
Hold my sword, then, and turn away your face,
While I run on it. Will you, Strato?

STRATO:

Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

STRATO:

Give me your hand first. Goodbye, my lord.

BRUTUS:

Farewell, good Strato.(55)

[Runs on his sword.]

Caesar, now be still;
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

BRUTUS:

Goodbye, good Strato.

—Now Caesar, be still.
I didn’t kill you with half so good a will.

Dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the Army.

OCTAVIUS:

What man is that?

OCTAVIUS:

What man is that?

MESSALA:

My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

MESSALA:

My master's man.—Strato, where is your master?

STRATO:

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:(60)
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honor by his death.

STRATO:

Free from the bondage you’re in, Messala.
The conquerors can only make a fire of him;
Because Brutus only overcame himself,
And no other man has honor by his death.

LUCILIUS:

So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.(65)

LUCILIUS:

So Brutus should be found.—I thank you, Brutus,
That you’ve proved Lucilius' saying true.

OCTAVIUS:

All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

OCTAVIUS:

All that served Brutus, I’ll entertain them.—
Fellow, will you spend your time with me?

STRATO:

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

STRATO:

Yes, if Messala will recommend me to you.

OCTAVIUS:

Do so, good Messala.

OCTAVIUS:

Do so, good Messala.

MESSALA:

How died my master, Strato?(70)

MESSALA:

How did my master die, Strato?

STRATO:

I held the sword, and he did run on it.

STRATO:

I held the sword, and he ran into it.

MESSALA:

Octavius, then take him to follow thee
That did the latest service to my master.

MESSALA:

Octavius, then take him to follow you,
Who did the latest service to my master.

ANTONY:

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators, save only he,(75)
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up(80)
And say to all the world, “This was a man!”

ANTONY:

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators, except him,
Did that they did out of jealousy of great Caesar;
Only he, in a general-honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

OCTAVIUS:

According to his virtue let us use him
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honorably.(85)
So call the field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

OCTAVIUS:

According to his virtue, let’s treat him
With all respect and rites of burial.
His bones tonight shall lie inside my tent,
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.—
So, call the field to rest, and let's away,
To sort out the glories of this happy day.

Exeunt.