Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord. [Alarum fill Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while afleep; (19) Farewel to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, I found no man, but he was true to me. I fhall have Glory by this lofing day, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile Conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's Hiftory.

Night hangs upón mine eyes, my bones would reft,

That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee..

I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord;
Thou art a Fellow of a good refpect;

Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in't.
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand firft-
my Lord.

Bru. Farewel, good Strato ;

-fare you well,,

-Cafar, now be still;

I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[He runs on his fword, and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the Army.

Octa. What Man is that?

Mef. My Mafter's Man. Strato, where is thy Maf

ter?

(19) Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen ;] Thus has this Paffage all along been abfurdly pointed, to the Praife of our intelligent Editors. I had corrected it long ago; but am, notwithstanding, to make my Acknowledgments to an anonymous Gentleman, who, unknowingly concurr'd with me; and advis'd the Correction of the Pointing, at it is now reformed, by Letter

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Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
The Conqu'rors can but make a fire of him:
For Brutus only overcame himself;

And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus fhould be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' Saying true.

Octa. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you. Oda. Do fo, good Mejala.

Mef. How died my Lord, Strato?

Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest fervice to my Mafter.

Ant. This was the nobleft Roman of them all:
All the Confpirators, fave only he,

Did That they did in envy of great Cæfar:
He, only, in a general honeft thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixt in him, that Nature might stand up,
And fay to all the world; "This was a Man!
Otta. According to his virtue, let us use him;
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my Tent his bones to night shall lye,
Moft like a Soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to Reft; and let's away,
To part the Glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt omnes

ANTONY

ANTONY,

AND

CLEOPATRA.