Farewell to thee, too, Strato.[120] Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in[121] all my life
35I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing[122] day,
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
40Hath almost ended his life's[123] history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.