Fellow, wilt thou [take service under] me ?
Strato. Ay, if Messala will [transfer] me to you.
Octavius. Do so, good Messala.
"â– This little touch is very lifelike. They are so battle-worn and weary that Strato falls
asleep on the hard rock, with the sounds of the conflict in his very ears.
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Messala. How died my master, Strato ?
Strato. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Messala. Octavius, then take him to follow thee
That did the latest service to my master.
Antony. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought
Of common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle ; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man /
Octavius. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie.
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably . â€”
So, call the [troops] to rest ; and let 's away,
To [share] the glories of this happy day.
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