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Julius Caesar: Act 5, Scene 5

Julius Caesar
Act 5, Scene 5

The plains of Philippi. Another part of the battlefield.

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

Brutus

2
  1. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

Clitus

3 - 4
  1. Statilius show’d the torchlight, but, my lord,
  2. He came not back. He is or ta’en or slain.

Brutus

5 - 6
  1. Sit thee down, Clitus; slaying is the word,
  2. It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
  1. Whispering.

Clitus

8
  1. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

Brutus

9
  1. Peace then, no words.

Clitus

10
  1.                       I’ll rather kill myself.

Brutus

11
  1. Hark thee, Dardanius.
  1. Whispering.

Dardanius

13
  1.                       Shall I do such a deed?

Clitus

14
  1. O Dardanius!

Dardanius

15
  1. O Clitus!

Clitus

16
  1. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dardanius

17
  1. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Clitus

18 - 19
  1. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
  2. That it runs over even at his eyes.

Brutus

20
  1. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

Volumnius

21
  1. What says my lord?

Brutus

22 - 26
  1.                    Why, this, Volumnius:
  2. The ghost of Caesar hath appear’d to me
  3. Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
  4. And this last night, here in Philippi fields.
  5. I know my hour is come.

Volumnius

27
  1.                         Not so, my lord.

Brutus

28 - 36
  1. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
  2. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
  3. Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
  4. Low alarums.
  5. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
  6. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
  7. Thou know’st that we two went to school together;
  8. Even for that our love of old, I prithee
  9. Hold thou my swordhilts, whilest I run on it.

Volumnius

37
  1. That’s not an office for a friend, my lord.
  1. Alarum still.

Clitus

39
  1. Fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here.

Brutus

40 - 51
  1. Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
  2. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
  3. Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
  4. My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
  5. I found no man but he was true to me.
  6. I shall have glory by this losing day
  7. More than Octavius and Mark Antony
  8. By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
  9. So fare you well at once, for Brutus’ tongue
  10. Hath almost ended his live’s history.
  11. Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would rest,
  12. That have but labor’d to attain this hour.
  1. Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!”

Clitus

53
  1. Fly, my lord, fly.

Brutus

54 - 60
  1.                    Hence! I will follow.
  2. Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
  3. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
  4. Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
  5. Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
  6. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
  7. While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Strato

61
  1. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

Brutus

62 - 65
  1. Farewell, good Strato.
  2. Runs on his sword.
  3. Caesar, now be still,
  4. I kill’d not thee with half so good a will.
  1. Dies.
  1. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius,
  2. and the army.

Octavius

69
  1. What man is that?

Messala

70
  1. My master’s man. Strato, where is thy master?

Strato

71 - 74
  1. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
  2. The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
  3. For Brutus only overcame himself,
  4. And no man else hath honor by his death.

Lucilius

75 - 76
  1. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
  2. That thou hast prov’d Lucilius’ saying true.

Octavius

77 - 78
  1. All that serv’d Brutus, I will entertain them.
  2. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Strato

79
  1. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Octavius

80
  1. Do so, good Messala.

Messala

81
  1. How died my master, Strato?

Strato

82
  1. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Messala

83 - 84
  1. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
  2. That did the latest service to my master.

Mark Antony

85 - 92
  1. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
  2. All the conspirators, save only he,
  3. Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
  4. He, only in a general honest thought
  5. And common good to all, made one of them.
  6. His life was gentle, and the elements
  7. So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
  8. And say to all the world, This was a man!”

Octavius

93 - 98
  1. According to his virtue let us use him,
  2. With all respect and rites of burial.
  3. Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
  4. Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
  5. So call the field to rest, and let’s away,
  6. To part the glories of this happy day.
  1. Exeunt omnes.
finis
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