| [Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others] |
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| BRUTUS | 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! |
| BRUTUS | And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! |
| [Exit] | |
| LUCILIUS | 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 Soldier | Yield, or thou diest. |
| LUCILIUS | 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. | |
| First Soldier | We must not. A noble prisoner! |
| Second Soldier | Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. |
| First Soldier | I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. |
| [Enter ANTONY] | |
| Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. | |
| ANTONY | Where is he? |
| LUCILIUS | 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. |
| ANTONY | 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 whether Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius' tent How every thing is chanced. |
| [Exeunt] |