BRUTUS

Are yet two Romans living such as these?

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impossible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears

To this dead man than you shall see me pay.

I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.

Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:

His funerals shall not be in our camp,

Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;

And come, young Cato; let us to the field.

Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:

‘Tis three o’clock; and, Romans, yet ere night

We shall try fortune in a second fight.

[Exeunt]

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“scene” 4

Scene 4

[Another part of the field.]

[Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO,

LUCILIUS, and others]