25Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together:[116]
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,[117]
Hold thou my sword-hilts,[118] whilst[119] I run on it.
Volumnius. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still]
30Clitus. 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;