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Scene VI.—: Before Alexandria.Cæsar’sCamp. - 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 VI.—Before Alexandria.Cæsar’sCamp.Flourish. EnterCæsar,withAgrippa, Enobarbus,and Others. Cæs.Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Antony be took alive; Make it so known. Agr.Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. Cæs.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. Mess.Antony Is come into the field. Cæs.Go charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [ExeuntCæsarand his Train. Eno.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. Sold.Enobarbus, Antony 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. Eno.I give it you. Sold.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. [Exit. Eno.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. [Exit. |

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