[Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!']
Clitus. Fly, my lord, fly!
Brutus.[124]
Hence! I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius][125]
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
45Thou art a fellow of a good respect;[126]
Thy life hath had some smatch[127] of honour in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,[128]