heart.
_Brutus_ to daie my blood shalbe reuenged,
And for my wrong and vndeserued death,
Thy life to thee a torture shall become,
And thou shalt oft amongest the dying grones,
Of slaughtered men that bite the bleeding earth.
Wish that like balefull cheere might thee befall, 2310
And seeke for death that flies so wretched wight,
Vntill to shunne the honour of the fight,
And dreadfull vengeance of supernall ire.
Thine owne right hand shall worke my wish'd reueng,
And so Fare ill, hated of Heauen and Men.
_Bru._ Stay _Caesar_ stay, protract my greife no longer,
Rip vp my bowells glut thy thirsting throte,
With pleasing blood of _Caesars_ guilty heart:
But see hee's gon, and yonder Murther stands:
See how he poynts his knife vnto my hart. 2320
_Althea_ raueth for her murthered Sonne,
And weepes the deed that she her-selfe hath done:
And _Meleager_ would thou liuedst againe,
But death must expiate. _Altheas_ come.
I, death the guerdon that my deeds deserue:
The drums do thunder forth dismay and feare,
And dismall triumphes found my fatall knell,
Furyes I come to meete you all in Hell,

{SN _Act V sc. ii_}

_Enter Cato wounded._

_Cato._ Bloodles and faynt; _Cato_ yeelde vp thy breath;
While strength and vigour in these armes remaynd, 2331
And made me able for to wield my sword,
So long I fought; and sweet _Rome_ for thy sake
Fear'd not effusion of my blood to make.
But now my strength and life doth fayle at once,
My vigor leaues my could and feeble Ioynts,
And I my sad soule, must power forth in blood.
O vertue whome _Phylosophy_ extols.
Thou art no essence but a naked name,
Bond-slaue to Fortune, weake, and of no power, 2340
To succor them which alwaies honourd thee:
Witnesse my Fathers and mine owne sad death,
Who for our country spent our latest breath:
But oh the chaines of death do hold my toung,
Mine eyes wax dim I faynt, I faynt, I die.
O Heauens help _Rome_ in this extremity.

{SN _Act V sc. iii_}

_Cass._ Where shall I goe to tell the saddest tale,
That ere the _Romane_ toung was forc'd to speake,
_Rome_ is ouerthrowne, and all that for her fought:
This Sunne that now hath seen so many deaths, 2350
When from the Sea he heau