Brave Titinius! Look, he even put the crown on dead
Cassius!
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BRUTUS
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
—The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
—I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
—Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.—Lucillius, come.—
And come, young Cato. Let us to the field.
—Labio and Flavio, set our battles on.
—'Tis three o'clock, and, Romans,
yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.
BRUTUS
Could you have found two Romans as good as these two? Good-bye to
you, the last of all the Romans. Rome will never produce your equal.
Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you will see me
shed. I will find the time to cry for you, Cassius, I’ll
find the time. Come, then, and send his body to Thasos. We
won’t have his funeral at our camp, because it might make
us too sad to fight. Lucillius, come. And come, young Cato.
Let’s proceed to the field. Labio and Flavio, push our
armies onward. It is three o'clock, and, Romans, before
night, we will try our luck in a second battle.