Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. - and you, [Alarum still. Volumnius. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here. 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, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. 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 upon run it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his Sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, Messala, Lu CILIUS, and their Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland. ACT I. SCENE I. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle 's lost and won. Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage, Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, |