Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word. What says my lord? Why this, Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me Two several times by night.
At Sardis once, And this last night here in Philippi fields. I know my hour is come. Well, this, Volumnius. The ghost of Caesar has appeared to me two times at night. Once at Sardis, and then last night, here in the fields of Philippi. I know that my hour has come. Not so, my lord. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes. Our enemies have beat us to the pit. You understand the world and how it works, Volumnius. Our enemies have driven us to the edge of the grave.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us. Even for that our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. Good Volumnius, you know that we went to school together. In the name of our old friendship, I beg you, hold my the handle of my sword while I impale myself on it.
Fly, fly, my lord. There is no tarrying here. Farewell to you. Farewell to thee too, Strato. I shall have glory by this losing day More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. Night hangs upon mine eyes. My bones would rest, That have but labored to attain this hour. Farewell to you too, Strato. So farewell, without further ado, for my tongue has almost finished speaking.
I see only darkness before my eyes. My bones, which have worked to hold me up until this time, now want to rest. Fly, my lord, fly. I will follow. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect. Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it. Hold then my sword and turn away thy face While I do run upon it.
Wilt thou, Strato? I beg you, Strato, stay by me, your lord. Your life has had some taste of honor in it. So hold my sword, and turn your face away while I run myself onto it.
Will you, Strato? Give me your hand first. Farewell, good Strato. I killed not thee with half so good a will. I killed you half as willingly as I kill myself. Sounds of battle.
Trumpets sound a retreat. What man is that? 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 honor by his death. He's free from the captivity you are in, Messala. The conquerors can do nothing but make a fire of him, because Brutus alone defeated himself. And no other man can gain honor from his death. So Brutus should be found. This is how Brutus should be found. Thank you, Brutus, for proving my prediction true.
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. I will gladly take anyone who served Brutus into my own service. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Do so, good Messala. How died my master, Strato?
I held the sword and he did run on it. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.
Then take this man into your service, Octavius, for he did the final service to my master. This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar. He only in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
All the conspirators except for Brutus did what they did because they were jealous of great Caesar. He alone acted from high ideals, and for the general good. Wilt thou, Strato? As the alarums continuet, Brutus tells everyone to flee and promises to follow after everyone else has left.
The only man left with Brutus now is Strato, who's slept through all the speeches and sadness. Strato has woken up just in time to be asked to hold Brutus' sword while he runs into it. Strato thinks this is a good idea and asks only to shake hands with Brutus before doing the deed. Brutus' final words assure that what he does now is twice as pure as what he did to Caesar, who is avenged by this act. Antony, Octavius, and their armies, along with the captive Lucilius and Messala, now approach the site of Brutus' death.
Messala asks Strato where their master is, and Strato says that Brutus is free. Lucilius thinks it's appropriate that Brutus took his own life to ensure his freedom and honor, since it proves that what he said before is true.
There's a bit of a conference, and Octavius will entertain all the men who nobly served Brutus. All the conspirators save only he 75 Did that they did in envy of great Caesar. He only in a general honest thought And common good to all made one of them. Brutus' enemies are a lot friendlier to him now that he's dead. Antony declares Brutus the "noblest Roman" of them all, as he alone among the conspirators killed Caesar not out of envy but out of concern and care for the public good.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, Most like a soldier, ordered honorably. Octavius says Brutus will be buried as an honorable soldier, and his body will stay in Octavius' tent for the night. After that, they agree it's time to celebrate their victory. If you want to know what happens to Antony, read Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. Cite This Page. Logging out….
Logging out You've been inactive for a while, logging you out in a few seconds I'm Still Here! W hy's T his F unny? No, not for all the world. He whispers to Dardanus. The process is repeated with Dardanius, and both Dadanius and Clitus react strongly. Dardanus and Clitus step aside. Look, he meditates. List a word. Alarum continues.
There is no tarrying here. I will follow.
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