第 16 节
作者:打死也不说      更新:2021-09-25 11:13      字数:6776
  Cato; Lucilius; and others。
  BRUTUS。 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! BRUTUS。 And I   am
  Brutus; Marcus Brutus; I; Brutus; my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
  Exit。 LUCILIUS。 O young and noble Cato; art thou down? Why; now thou
  diest   as   bravely   as   Titinius;   And   mayst     be   honor'd;   being     Cato's   son。
  FIRST  SOLDIER。 Yield;   or   thou   diest。   LUCILIUS。   Only  I   yield   to   die。
  'Offers   money。'   There   is   so   much   that   thou   wilt   kill   me   straight:   Kill
  Brutus;   and   be   honor'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。
  Enter Antony。
  Brutus   is   ta'en;   Brutus   is   ta'en;   my   lord。   ANTONY。   Where   is   he?
  LUCILIUS。 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。 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 wheer Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius'
  tent How everything is chanced。 Exeunt。
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  SCENE V。 Another part of the field。
  Enter Brutus; Dardanius; Clitus; Strato; and Volumnius。
  BRUTUS。 Come; poor remains of friends; rest on this rock。 CLITUS。
  Statilius show'd the torchlight; but; my lord; He came not back。 He is or
  ta'en or slain。 BRUTUS。 Sit thee down; Clitus。 Slaying is the word: It is a
  deed in fashion。 Hark thee; Clitus。 Whispers。 CLITUS。 What; I; my lord?
  No; not for all the world。 BRUTUS。 Peace then; no words。 CLITUS。 I'll
  rather     kill   myself。    BRUTUS。        Hark     thee;   Dardanius。      Whispers。
  DARDANIUS。           Shall    I  do   such    a  deed?    CLITUS。      O    Dardanius!
  DARDANIUS。   O   Clitus!   CLITUS。   What   ill   request   did   Brutus   make   to
  thee?   DARDANIUS。   To   kill   him;   Clitus。   Look;   he   meditates。   CLITUS。
  Now is that noble vessel full of grief; That it runs over even at his eyes。
  BRUTUS。        Come    hither;  good    Volumnius;     list  a  word。  VOLUMNIUS。
  What says my lord? BRUTUS。 Why; this; Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar
  hath appear'd to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once; And this
  last night here in Philippi fields。 I know my hour is come。 VOLUMNIUS。
  Not so; my lord。 BRUTUS。 Nay I am sure it is; Volumnius。 Thou seest the
  world; Volumnius; how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit; Low
  alarums。 It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us。
  Good Volumnius; Thou know'st that we two went to school together; Even
  for that our love of old; I prithee; Hold thou my sword…hilts; whilst I run
  on   it。 VOLUMNIUS。 That's   not   an   office   for   a   friend;   my   lord。 Alarum
  still。   CLITUS。    Fly;  fly;  my   lord;  there   is  no   tarrying  here。  BRUTUS。
  Farewell to you; and you; and you; Volumnius。 Strato; thou hast been all
  this while asleep; Farewell 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 shall
  have glory by this losing 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 history。 Night hangs upon mine eyes;
  my bones would rest That have but labor'd to attain this hour。 Alarum。 Cry
  within; 〃Fly; fly; fly!〃 CLITUS。 Fly; my lord; fly。 BRUTUS。 Hence! I will
  follow。   Exeunt   Clitus;   Dardanius;   and   Volumnius。   I   prithee;   Strato;   stay
  thou by thy lord。 Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had
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  some smatch of honor in it。 Hold then my sword; and turn away thy face;
  While I do run upon it。 Wilt thou; Strato? STRATO。 Give me your hand
  first。 Fare   you well;  my lord。  BRUTUS。 Farewell; good Strato。  Runs   on
  his sword。 Caesar; now be still; I kill'd not thee with half so good a will。
  Dies。
  Alarum。 Retreat。 Enter Octavius; Antony; Messala; Lucilius; and the
  Army。
  OCTAVIUS。 What man is that? MESSALA。 My master's man。 Strato;
  where is thy master? STRATO。 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。 LUCILIUS。 So Brutus
  should   be   found。   I   thank   thee;   Brutus;   That   thou   hast   proved   Lucilius'
  saying   true。   OCTAVIUS。   All   that   served   Brutus;   I   will   entertain   them。
  Fellow; wilt thou bestow thy time with me? STRATO。 Ay; if Messala will
  prefer   me   to   you。   OCTAVIUS。   Do   so;   good   Messala。   MESSALA。   How
  died my master; Strato? STRATO。 I held the sword; and he did run on it。
  MESSALA。   Octavius;   then   take   him   to   follow   thee   That   did   the   latest
  service to my master。 ANTONY。 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。 His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him
  that Nature might stand up And say to all the world; 〃This was a man!〃
  OCTAVIUS。 According to his virtue let   us use him With all respect   and
  rites   of   burial。   Within   my   tent   his   bones   tonight   shall   lie;   Most   like   a
  soldier; ordered honorably。 So call the field to rest; and let's away; To part
  the glories of this happy day。 Exeunt。
  THE END
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