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Our lamp is spent, it's out :-Good sirs, take heart :

[To the Guard below. We 'll bury him ; and then, what 's brave, what is

Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make Death proud to take us. Come, away :
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.

[Excunt; those avove bearing of Antony's body, ACT V.

SCENE I.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECÆNAS,

Gallus, PROCULEIUS, and others.
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks (us bya]
The pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæsar, I shall.

[Exit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of Antony. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that

dar'st Appear thus to us? Der.

I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I serv’d, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd: 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.
Cæs. What is 't thou say'st ?
Der. I say, 0 Cæsar, Antony is dead.

Cæs. 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 :5—The death of Antony

a The words in brackets are not in the original. Malone supplied them.

6 The commentators make a great difficulty with this pas. sage; but surely nothing can more forcibly express the idea of a general convulsion than that the wild beasts of the forest should have been hurled into the streets where men abide, and the inhabitants of cities as forcibly thrown into the lions' dens.

Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

He is dead, Cæsar;
Not by a public 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.

Look you sad, friends!
The gods rebuke me, but it is 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
Wag'd 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 :am-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 lainent, 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 stars, Unreconcilable, should divide

a Follow'd thee to this--driven thee to this.

Our equalness to this.—Hear me, good friends,-
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 mistress,
Confin'd 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.

Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [E.cit.

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 you find of her.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. Cæs. Gallus, go you along.–Where is 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.


SCENE II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Monu

ment. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras. 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, a Enter, to the gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS,

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 grant thee. Cleo. [Within.]

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

Did tell me of you, 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 tban 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.

Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand; fear nothing :
Make your full reference freely to my lord,

a The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's is unquestionably death; 110$, as Johnson explains it, the gross substance which equally nourishes the beggar and Cæsar.

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