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Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
[Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's body.
Cæsar's camp before Alexandria. Enter CÆSAR,
AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECÆNAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others. Cæ. Go to him, Dolabella; bid him yield: Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes. Dol.
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Dolabella.
Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of Antony. Cæ. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that
darest Appear thus to us? Der.
I am call’d Dercetas; Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy Best to be served : 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. Cæ.
What is 't thou say'st ?
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
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 honor 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. Cæ.
Look you sad, friends ?
And strange it is,
His taints and honors
A rarer spirit never
1 Were opposed to each other in just proportions.
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before
him, He needs must see himself. Ca.
O Antony !
The business of this man looks out of him ;
1 For its.
To the way she 's forced to.
Bid her have good heart;
Mes. So the gods preserve thee ! [Exit. Cæ. Come hither, Proculeius : go, and
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 Proculeius. Cæ. Gallus, go you along.–Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius ?
[Exit Gallus. Agr. Mec.
Alexandria. A room in the monument.
and IRAS. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN,
Cle. My desolation does begin to make
Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS,
GALLUS, and Soldiers.
What's thy name?
Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I do not greatly care to be deceived, That have no use for trusting. If your master Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell