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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