Bru.
Yet, countrymen, O, yet, hold up your heads!

Cato.
What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field:—
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho^{4 note}! Enter Soldiers, and fight.

Bru.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit.

Luc.
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dy'st as bravely as Titinius;

And may'st be honour'd ^{5 note}being Cato's son.

1 Sold.
Yield, or thou diest.

^{6 note}
Luc.
Only I yield to die:
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money.
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

1 Sold.
We must not.—A noble prisoner!

2 Sold.
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus, is ta'en.

1 Sold.
^{7 note}
I'll tell the news.—Here comes the general:— Enter Antony,
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant.
Where is he?

Luc.
Safe, Antony^{8 note}; Brutus is safe enough:

I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant.
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt.

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