2 What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? 3 I will proclaim my name about the field: 4 I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! 5 A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; 6 I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
BRUTUS
7 And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; 8 Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
Exit
LUCILIUS
9 O young and noble Cato, art thou down? 10 Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; 11 And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
First Soldier
12 Yield, or thou diest.
LUCILIUS
13 Only I yield to die: 14 There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Offering money 15 Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
First Soldier
16 We must not. A noble prisoner!
Second Soldier
17 Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
First Soldier
18 I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. Enter ANTONY 19 Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
ANTONY
20 Where is he?
LUCILIUS
21 Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: 22 I dare assure thee that no enemy 23 Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: 24 The gods defend him from so great a shame! 25 When you do find him, or alive or dead, 26 He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
ANTONY
27 This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, 28 A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; 29 Give him all kindness: I had rather have 30 Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, 31 And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; 32 And bring us word unto Octavius' tent 33 How every thing is chanced.
