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Scene I.—: A Plain in Syria. - William Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra [1623]Edition used:The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).
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Scene I.—A Plain in Syria.EnterVentidius,in triumph, withSiliusand other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body ofPacorusborne before him. Ven.Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleas’d fortune does of Marcus Crassus’ death Make me revenger. Bear the king’s son’s body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Sil.Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly; so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and Put garlands on thy head. Ven.O Silius, Silius! I have done enough; a lower place, note well, May make too great an act; for learn this, Silius, Better to leave undone than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve’s away. Cæsar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person; Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achiev’d by the minute, lost his favour. Who does i’ the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain’s captain; and ambition, The soldier’s virtue, rather makes choice of loss Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But ’twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish. Sil.Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? Ven.I’ll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, The ne’er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o’ the field. Sil.Where is he now? Ven.He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with ’s will permit, We shall appear before him. On, there; pass along. [Exeunt. |

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