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96  Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It 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 prithee, 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. 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.

Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly!

Bru. Hence: I will follow. I prithee, 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,  23 pit: brink of destruction 39 at once: once for all; or, all of you 39, 40 Brutus' history: Brutus' life will end with this very speech, almost 42 ''Cf. Psalm 90. 10'' 46 smatch: smack, flavor 