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Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
But, fellow citizens, oh, please keep your heads up!
What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country’s friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
What coward doesn’t? Who will come with me? I will shout my name across the battlefield: I am the son of Marcus Cato, hey! An enemy to tyrants, and a friend to my country; I am the son of Marcus Cato, hey!
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country’s friend; know me for Brutus!
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, a friend to my country; recognize me as Brutus!
O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honour’d, being Cato’s son.
Oh, young and noble Cato, are you dead? Well, now you die as bravely as Titinius; And you will be honored, being Cato’s son.
Yield, or thou diest.
Surrender, or you will die.
Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
I only surrender to die: There’s no doubt you’ll kill me right away;
Kill Brutus, and be honour’d in his death.
Kill Brutus, and be honored by his death.
We must not. A noble prisoner!
We can’t do that. A noble prisoner!
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.
Make way! Tell Antony that Brutus is captured.
I’ll tell the news. Here comes the general.
I’ll deliver the news. Here comes the general.
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Brutus is captured, Brutus is captured, my lord.
Where is he?
Where is he?
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! When you do find him, or alive or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
It’s okay, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I can assure you that no enemy Will ever capture the noble Brutus alive: The gods protect him from such a great disgrace! When you find him, whether alive or dead, He will be found just as Brutus, just as himself.
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius’ tent How every thing is chanced.
This isn’t Brutus, my friend; but I assure you, A prize no less valuable: keep this man safe; Treat him with kindness: I’d rather have Men like him as my friends than enemies. Go on, And see if Brutus is alive or dead; And bring us word to Octavius’ tent How everything has turned out.