Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. 15
Vol. What says my lord?
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night, at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.
Vol. Not so, my lord. 20
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums.[3641]
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, 25
Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,[3642]
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.[3643]
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 30
Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.[3644]
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,[3645]
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life[3646]
I found no man but he was true to me. 35
I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.[3647]
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:[3648] 40
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.[3649]
[Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'