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Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

Act 5, Scene 5 Easiest-to-Read Edition

 

 

 

Julius Caesar Act 5, Scene 5



The field of battle

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS

BRUTUS

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

 

BRUTUS

Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

 

CLITUS

Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,

He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.

or . . . or=either . . . or

 

CLITUS

Statilius showed 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 to CLITUS)

 

BRUTUS

Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word.

It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

(whispers to CLITUS)

 

CLITUS

What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

 

CLITUS

What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

 

BRUTUS

Peace then! No words.

 

BRUTUS

Peace then! No words.

 

CLITUS

I’ll rather kill myself.

 

CLITUS

    I’ll rather kill myself.

 

BRUTUS

Hark thee, Dardanius.

(whispers to DARDANIUS)

 

BRUTUS

Hark thee, Dardanius.

(whispers to DARDANIUS)

 

DARDANIUS

Shall I do such a deed?

 

DARDANIUS

    Shall I do such a deed?

 

CLITUS

O Dardanius!

 

CLITUS

O Dardanius!

 

DARDANIUS

O Clitus!

 

DARDANIUS

O Clitus!

 

CLITUS

(aside to DARDANIUS)

What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

 

CLITUS

(aside to DARDANIUS)

What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

 

DARDANIUS

(aside to CLITUS)

To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

 

DARDANIUS

(aside to CLITUS)

To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

 

CLITUS

(aside to DARDANIUS) Now is that noble vessel [so] full of grief

That it runs over even at his eyes.

 

CLITUS

(aside to DARDANIUS) Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.

 

BRUTUS

Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.

list=listen

 

BRUTUS

Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.

 

VOLUMNIUS

What says my lord?

 

VOLUMNIUS

What says my lord?

 

BRUTUS

Why this, Volumnius:

The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me

Two several times by night. At Sardis once

And this last night here in Philippi fields.

I know my hour is come.

 

BRUTUS

    Why this, Volumnius:

The ghost of Caesar hath appeared 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.

 

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.

beat us to the pit=driven us to the edge of the grave

 

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

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.

 

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.

 

VOLUMNIUS

That’s not an office for a friend, my lord.

 

Alarum still

Alarum still

CLITUS

Fly, fly, my lord. There is no tarrying here.

 

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 labored to attain this hour.

 

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 labored to attain this hour.

 

Alarum. Cry within “Fly, fly, fly!”

Alarum. Cry within “Fly, fly, fly!”

CLITUS

Fly, my lord, fly.

 

CLITUS

Fly, my lord, fly.

 

BRUTUS

Hence. I will follow.

 

BRUTUS

    Hence. I will follow.

 

Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS

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 honor in it.

Hold then my sword and turn away thy face

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

 

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect.

Thy life hath had 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.

(holds BRUTUS' sword) Fare you well, my lord.

 

STRATO

Give me your hand first.

(holds BRUTUS' sword) Fare you well, my lord.

 

BRUTUS

Farewell, good Strato.

(runs on his sword) Caesar, now be still.

I killed not thee with half so good a will.

(dies)

 

BRUTUS

Farewell, good Strato.

(runs on his sword)    Caesar, now be still.

I killed not thee with half so good a will.

(dies)

 

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILLIUS, and the army

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILLIUS, and the army

OCTAVIUS

What man is that?

 

OCTAVIUS

What man is that?

 

MESSALA

My master’s man.—Strato, where is thy master?

 

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.

 

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.

 

LUCILLIUS

So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast proved Lucillius' saying true.

 

LUCILLIUS

So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast proved Lucillius' saying true.

 

OCTAVIUS

All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

entertain=welcome into my service

—Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

 

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.

prefer=recommend

STRATO

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

 

OCTAVIUS

Do so, good Messala.

 

OCTAVIUS

Do so, good Messala.

 

MESSALA

How died my master, Strato?

 

MESSALA

    How died my master, Strato?

 

STRATO

I held the sword and he did run on it.

 

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.

 

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 mixed in him that Nature might stand up

And say to all the world, “This was a man.”

 

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 mixed 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.

 

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 omnes

Exeunt omnes