Bru.
Yet countrymen, oh 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! Enter soldiers and fight.

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

Luc.
Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.

Sold.
Yield, or thou diest.

Luc.
Only I yield to die;
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

Sold.
We must not. A Noble prisoner! Enter Antony.

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

1 Sold.
I'll tell thee news, here comes the General:
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant.
Where is he?

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,
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 if Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt.

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