Welcome to PhiloLogic  
   home |  the ARTFL project |  download |  documentation |  sample databases |   
Lewis Theobald [1733], The works of Shakespeare: in seven volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected; With notes, Explanatory and Critical; By Mr. Theobald (Printed for A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch [and] J. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11201].
To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.

Previous section

Next section

Scene 6 SCENE changes to Cæsar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

Cæs.
Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is, Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.

Agr.
Cæsar, I shall.

Cæs.
The time of universal Peace is near;
Prove this a prosp'rous day, (46) note
the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the Olive freely.

-- 298 --

Enter a Messenger.

Mes.
Mark 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.
[Exeunt.

Eno.
Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did perswade
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 my self so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.

Sold.
Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over-plus. The Messenger
Came on my Guard, and at thy Tent is now
Unloading of his mules.

Eno.
I give it you.

Sold.
Mock me not, Enobarbus,
I tell you true; best, you see safe't the bringer
Out of the Host: I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't my self. Your Emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit.

Eno.
I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel, I am so most. Oh Antony,
Thou Mine of Bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This bows my heart;
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall out-strike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee!—no, I will go seek

-- 299 --


Some ditch, where I may die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life. [Exit.
Previous section

Next section


Lewis Theobald [1733], The works of Shakespeare: in seven volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected; With notes, Explanatory and Critical; By Mr. Theobald (Printed for A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch [and] J. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11201].
Powered by PhiloLogic