Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE IV.
Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then, Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and Others.
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Bru.
Yet, countrymen, o, yet, hold up your heads!
y. C.
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!
[charges the retiring Enemy.
Bru.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
[charges them in another Part, and Exit,
driving them in. The Party charg'd by
Cato rally, and Cato falls.
Luc.
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dy'st as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
1. S.
Yield, or thou dy'st.
Luc.
Only I yield to dye:
There is † so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
1. S.
We must not, sir.—A noble prisoner!
2. S.
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
1. S.
I'll tell the news note.—Here comes the general:—
Enter Antony.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant.
Where is he?
[they show Lucilius.
Luc.
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, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Ant.
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
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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 note Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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