This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ... is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you;--and you;--and you, Volumnius.--Shaking hands severally'. 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' tonguo 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. Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly Cli. Fly, my lord, fly Bru. Hence I will follow. Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord'. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Shaking hands severally. This stage-direction is in the corr. fo. 1632 only. ' I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. " Having sayd so, he prayed eyerie man to shift for them selves, and then he went a litle aside with two or three only, among the which Strato was one, with whom he came first acquainted by the studie of rethoricke. He came as neere to him as he coulde, and taking his sword by the hilts with both his hands, and falling downe upon the poynt of it, ran him selfe through. Others say, that not he, but Strato (at his...