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; ^note
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

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

Lucil. ^note
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.

First Sold. ^note
Yield, or thou diest.

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

First Sold. ^note
We must not ^note. A noble prisoner!

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

First Sold.
I'll tell the ^note news. Here comes the general. Enter Antony. ^note
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. ^note

Ant.
Where is he?

Lucil.
Safe, Antony; 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 ^note or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant.
This is not Brutus, friend ^note, 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 whether ^note Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word ^note unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanced. [Exeunt. ^note

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