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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
[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.
[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;
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make
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
He is dead, Cæsar;
Look you sad, friends!
And strange it is
His taints and honours
A rarer spirit never
Mec. When such a spacious mirror 's set before him,
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,-
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
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
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. Cæs. Gallus, go you along.–Where is Dolabella, To second Proculeius?
[Exit Gallus. Agr., Mec.
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?
Be of good cheer;
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.