Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucillius, and Flauius.
Bru. Yet Country-men: O yet, hold vp your heads
Cato. What Bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaime my name about the Field.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
Enter Souldiers, and fight.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I,
Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus
Luc. O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe?
Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Sonne
Sold. Yeeld, or thou dyest
Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye:
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death
Sold. We must not: a Noble Prisoner.
Enter Antony.
2.Sold. Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane