A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, SCENE V Another part of the field. [Exeunt. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. Cli. What, I, my lord? Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. No, not for all the world. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! ering. [Whispering. I'll rather kill myself. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: Vol. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; [Low alarums. Good Volumnius, It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Thou know'st that we two went to school together : Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cl. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [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 some smatch of honour in it: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Lucilius, and the army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He only, in a general honest thought So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up [Exeunt. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. SCENE: Scotland; England. ACT I-SCENE I A desert place. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch. Where the place? Sec. Witch. Upon the heath. Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth First Witch. I come, Graymalkin. All. Paddock calls :--anon! Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. Alarum within. SCENE II A camp near Forres. [Exeunt. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Who like a good and hardy soldier fought Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him-from the western isles Like valour's minion carved out his passage Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Ser. Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks; so they Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, I cannot tell But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; [Exit Sergeant, attended. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. |