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Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or t...
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Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
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Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Clitus. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
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What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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Brutus. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
Clitus. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
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Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
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Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Clitus. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
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Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
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Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
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Volumnius. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Clitus. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
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Fly, my lord, fly.
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Fly, my lord, fly.
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Brutus. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Clitus. Fly, my lord, fly.
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