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Scene VI.—: Before Alexandria.Cæsar’sCamp. - William Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra 
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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Flourish. EnterCæsar,withAgrippa, Enobarbus,and Others.
Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
Cæsar, I shall.
The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook’d world
Shall bear the olive freely.
Enter a Messenger.
Is come into the field.
Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
[ExeuntCæsarand his Train.
Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Cæsar hath hang’d him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill,
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely
That I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier ofCæsar’s.
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
I give it you.
Mock not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true: best you saf’d the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office
Or would have done ’t myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony!
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do ’t, I feel.
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul’st best fits
My latter part of life.