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$Unique_ID{SSP03481}
$Title{Antony and Cleopatra: Act IV, Scene VI}
$Author{Shakespeare, William}
$Subject{}
$Log{Dramatis Personae*03450.txt}
Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
ACT IV
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SCENE VI: Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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{Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, and others.}
OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
AGRIPPA: Caesar, I shall.
[Exit.]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR: The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
{Enter a Messenger.}
Messenger: Antony
Is come into the field.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury 10
Upon himself.
[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS.]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
{Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's.}
Soldier: Enobarbus, Antony 20
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: I give it you.
Soldier: Mock not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit.]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony, 30
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't,
I feel.
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
[Exit.]