Alexandria. CÆSAR'S Camp. |
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Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECÆNAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others. |
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; |
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks |
The pauses that he makes. |
Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. |
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Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of ANTONY. |
Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st |
Appear thus to us? |
Der. I am call'd Dercetas; |
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy |
Best to be serv'd; whilst he stood up and spoke |
He was my master, and I wore my life |
To spend upon his haters. If thou please |
To take me to thee, as I was to him |
I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, |
I yield thee up my life. |
Cœs/ What is 't thou sayst? |
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. |
Cœs. The breaking of so great a thing should make |
A greater crack; the round world |
Should have shook lions into civil streets, |
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony |
Is not a single doom; in the name lay |
A moiety of the world. |
Der. He is dead, Cæsar; |
Not by a public minister of justice, |
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, |
Which writ his honour in the acts it did, |
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, |
Splitted the heart. This is his sword; |
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd |
With his most noble blood. |
Cœs/ Look you sad, friends? |
The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings |
To wash the eyes of kings. |
Agr. And strange it is, |
That nature must compel us to lament |
Our most persisted deeds. |
Mec. His taints and honours |
Wag'd equal with him. |
Agr. A rarer spirit never |
Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us |
Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd. |
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, |
He needs must see himself. |
Cœs/ O Antony! |
I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance |
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce |
Have shown to thee such a declining day, |
Or look on thine; we could not stall together |
In the whole world. But yet let me lament, |
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, |
That thou, my brother, my competitor |
In top of all design, my mate in empire, |
Friend and companion in the front of war, |
The arm of mine own body, and the heart |
Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our stars, |
Unreconciliable, should divide |
Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,— |
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Enter an Egyptian. |
But I will tell you at some meeter season: |
The business of this man looks out of him; |
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? |
Egyp. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, |
Confin'd in all she has, her monument, |
Of thy intents desires instruction, |
That she preparedly may frame herself |
To the way she's forc'd to. |
Cœs/ Bid her have good heart; |
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, |
How honourable and how kindly we |
Determine for her; for Cæsar cannot live |
To be ungentle. |
Egyp. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. |
Cœs. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, |
We purpose her no shame; give her what comforts |
The quality of her passion shall require, |
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke |
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome |
Would be eternal in our triumph. Go, |
And with your speediest bring us what she says, |
And how you find of her. |
Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. |
Cæs. Gallus, go you along. [Exit GALLUS. |
Where's Dolabella, |
To second Proculeius? |
Agr. & Mec. Dolabella! |
Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now |
How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready. |
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see |
How hardly I was drawn into this war; |
How calm and gentle I proceeded still |
In all my writings. Go with me, and see |
What I can show in this. [Exeunt. |
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