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- $Unique_ID{SSP01491}
- $Title{Antony and Cleopatra: Act V, Scene I}
- $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 V
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- SCENE I: Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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- {Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS,
- GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his council
- of war.}
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
- Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
- The pauses that he makes.
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- DOLABELLA: Caesar, I shall.
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- [Exit.]
-
- {Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY.}
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
- Appear thus to us?
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- DERCETAS: 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 10
- I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
- I yield thee up my life.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: What is't thou say'st?
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- DERCETAS: I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: 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.
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- DERCETAS: He is dead, Caesar:
- Not by a public minister of justice, 20
- 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.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Look you sad, friends?
- The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
- To wash the eyes of kings.
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- AGRIPPA: And strange it is,
- That nature must compel us to lament
- Our most persisted deeds.
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- MECAENAS: His taints and honors 30
- Waged equal with him.
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- AGRIPPA: A rarer spirit never
- Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
- Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
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- MECAENAS: When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
- He needs must see himself.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: 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, 40
- 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--
- But I will tell you at some meeter season:
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- {Enter an Egyptian.}
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- The business of this man looks out of him;
- We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? 50
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- Egyptian: A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
- Confined in all she has, her monument,
- Of thy intents desires instruction,
- That she preparedly may frame herself
- To the way she's forced to.
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Bid her have good heart:
- She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
- How honorable and how kindly we
- Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
- To be ungentle.
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- Egyptian: So the gods preserve thee! 60
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- [Exit.]
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: 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.
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- PROCULEIUS: Caesar, I shall.
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- [Exit.]
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Gallus, go you along.
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- [Exit GALLUS.]
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- Where's Dolabella,
- To second Proculeius? 70
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- All: Dolabella!
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- OCTAVIUS CAESAR: 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.
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- [Exeunt.]
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