babyfist (@babyfist)

@JimWatkins @_8b @codemonkey BRUTUS Hence. I will follow. *All exit but Brutus and 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. Fare you well, my lord. BRUTUS Farewell, good Strato. *Brutus runs on his sword.* Caesar, now be still. I killed not thee with half so good a will. *He dies.* Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the 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. Be well read.