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And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
[Exeunt; those above bearing off ANTONY's Body.
SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.
Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others.
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate,' tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA.
Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY.
Ces. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st
Appear thus to us?®
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,
What is't thou say'st?
7 Being so frustrate,-] Frustrate, for frustrated, was the language of Shakspeare's time.
thus to us?] i. e. with a drawn and bloody sword in thy
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
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.
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings."
Look you sad, friends?
And strange it is,
His taints and honours
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
Waged equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
Agr. 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.
I have follow'd thee to this;-But we do lance
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,
Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this.3-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
Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
Bid her have good heart;
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live
So the gods preserve thee! [Exit.
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.
9 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.
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
And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. Cæs. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? [Exit GALLUS.
Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now
Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
-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, PROCULeius, GALLUS, and Soldiers.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
What's thy name?
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
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
Be of good cheer; You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing: Make your 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 kneel'd to.
Pray you, tell him
and the state which is the effect of suicide, are confounded. 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.