BRUTUS
Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
CATO
What bastard 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!
LUCILIUS
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country’s friend; know me for Brutus!
LUCILIUS
O young and noble Cato, art down?
Why, now diest as bravely as Titinius,
And mayst be honour’d, being Cato’s son.
FIRST SOLDIER
Yield, or diest.
LUCILIUS
Only I yield to die:
There is so much that wilt kill me straight;
LUCILIUS
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.
FIRST SOLDIER
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
ANTONY
Where is he?
LUCILIUS
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
I dare assure 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 everything is chanc’d.