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• Julius CÆsar: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Public Place.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Street.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Rome.brutus’ Orchard.
• Scene II.—: The Same.cæsar’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Street Near the Capitol.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Another Part of the Same Street, Before the House Ofbrutus.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate Sitting Above.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Forum.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Street.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Room Inantony’shouse.
• Scene II.—: Camp Near Sardis. Beforebrutus’tent.
• Scene III.—: Within the Tent Ofbrutus.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: The Plains of Philippi.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Field of Battle.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Field.

Scene IV.—

Another Part of the Field.

Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; thenBrutus,YoungCato, Lucilius,and Others.

Bru.

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!

Bru.

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

Brutus, my country’s friend; know me for Brutus!

[Exit, charging the enemy.Catois overpowered, and falls.

Lucil.

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 Sold.

Yield, or thou diest.

Lucil.

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 Sold.

We must not. A noble prisoner!

Sec. Sold.

Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.

First Sold

I’ll tell the news: here comes the general.

EnterAntony.

Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

Ant.

Where is he?

Lucil.

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 whe’r Brutus be alive or dead;

And bring us word unto Octavius’ tent,

How every thing is chanc’d.

[Exeunt.