Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it : Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still; I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him : For Brutus only overcame himself. And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato ? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all; Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt [5] To prefer seems to have been the established phrase for recommending a ser vant. REED. |