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Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should

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.

He is dead, Cæsar; Not by a publick 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. Cæs.

Look you sad, friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

His taints and honours
Waged equal with him.

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.

O Antony!
I have follow'd thee to this ;-But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies:' I must perforce

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but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings.] That is, May the gods rebuke me, if this be not tidings to make kings weep.

But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies:) When we have any bodily complaint,


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

Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this. :—Hear me, good ends,
But I will tell you at some meeter season;

Enter a Messenger.
The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my

Confind in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction ;
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.

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.

So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. Cæs. 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

that is curable by scarifying, we use the lancet; and if we neglect to do so, we are destroyed by it. Antony was to me a disease ; and by his being cut off, I am made whole. We could not both have lived in the world together. MALONE.

his thoughts-] His is here used for its. Our equalness to this.] That is, should have made us, in our equality of fortune, disagree to a pitch like this, that one of us must die.


find of her. Pro.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. Cæs. Gallus, go you along.–Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius ?

[Exit Gallus. Agr. Mec.

Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employed ; 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.



Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar ;
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,'
A minister of her will ; And it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds ;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.'

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- fortune's knave,] The servant of fortune.

And it is great, &c.] The difficulty of the passage, if any difficulty there be, arises only from this, that the act of suicide,

Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, PROCULBIUS,

Gallus, and Soldiers.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grani thee.
Cleo. [Within.]

What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. [Within.]

Did tell me of you, bade me trust

bade me trust you ; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv’d, That have no use for trusting. If your master Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, That majesty, to keep decorum, must No less beg than a kingdom: if he please To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son, He gives me so much of mine own, as I Will kneel to him with thanks. Pro.

Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing:

full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need : Let me report to him
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneeld to.
Cleo. [Within.]

Pray you, tell him

and the state which is the effect of suicide, are confounded. Vo. luntary death, says she, is an act which bolts up change ; it produces a state,

Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,

The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's. Which has no longer need of the gross and terrene sustenance, in the use of which Cæsar and the beggar are on a level.

The speech is abrupt, but perturbation in such a state is surely natural. Johnson.

that will pray in aid for kindness,] Praying in aid is a term used for a petition made in a court of justice for the calling in of help from another that hath an interest in the cause in question.


I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience ; and would gladly
Look him i' the face.

This I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort ; for, I know, your plight is pitied
Of him that caus'd it.
Gal. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd;
[Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, ascend

the Monument by a Ladder placed against a Window, and having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard unbar and

open the Gates. Guard her till Cæsar come.

[To Proculeius and the Guard. Exit GALLUS. Iras. Royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra ! thou art taken, queen ! Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

[Drawing a Dagger. Pro.

Hold, worthy lady, hold:

[Seizes and disarms her.
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Reliev'd, but not betray'd.

What, of death too
That rids our dogs of languish ?

Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your

Will never let come forth.

Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars !®


send him The greatness he has got.) i. e. her crown which he has won. Worth

many babes and beggars !] Why, death, wilt thou not rather seize a queen, than employ thy force upon babes and beggars.


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