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- $Title{Antony and Cleopatra: Act IV, Scene VI}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01450.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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- 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.}
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
- Our will is Antony be took alive;
- Make it so known.
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- AGRIPPA: Caesar, I shall.
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- [Exit.]
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: The time of universal peace is near:
- Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
- Shall bear the olive freely.
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- {Enter a Messenger.}
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- Messenger: Antony
- Is come into the field.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Go charge Agrippa
- Plant those that have revolted in the van,
- That Antony may seem to spend his fury 10
- Upon himself.
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- [Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS.]
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- 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 honorable trust. I have done ill;
- Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
- That I will joy no more.
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- {Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's.}
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- 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.
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- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: I give it you.
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- 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.
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- [Exit.]
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- 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.
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- [Exit.]
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