Cæs.
Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate ^note, tell him he mocks ^note
The pauses that he makes. ^note

Dol.
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. ^note Enter Dercetas ^note, with the sword of Antony.

Cæs.
Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
Appear thus to us?

Der. ^note
I am call'd Dercetas ^note;
Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,

He was my master, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæsar; if thou ^note pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life. ^note

Cæs.
What is't thou say'st ^note?

Der. ^note
I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.

Cæs.
The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack ^note: the round world ^note
Should have shook ^note lions ^note into civil streets,
And citizens to ^note their dens. The death of Antony ^note
Is not a single doom; in the name ^note lay
A moiety of the world.

Der. ^note
He is dead, Cæsar;
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand ^note,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart ^{note note}. This is his sword;
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.

Cæs.
Look you sad, friends? ^note
The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings ^note
To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr. ^note
And strange it is
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted ^note deeds.

Mæc.
His taints and honours
Waged ^note equal with him. ^note

Agr. ^note
A rare spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make ^note us men. Cæsar is touch'd.

Mæc.
When such a spacious mirror's ^note set before him,
He needs must see himself. ^note

Cæs.
O Antony!
I have ^note follow'd ^note thee to this. But ^note we do lance ^note
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look ^note on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body and the heart
Where mine his ^note thoughts did kindle, that our stars
Unreconciliable ^note should divide ^note
Our equalness to this. ^note Hear me, good friends,— ^note Enter ^note an Egyptian.
But I will tell you at some meeter season:

The business of this man looks out of him;
We'll hear him what he says. Whence ^note are you? ^note

Egyp. ^note
A poor Egyptian yet ^note. The ^note queen my mistress,
Confined in all she has, ^note her monument,
Of thy intents desires ^note instruction,
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to. ^note

Cæs.
Bid her have good heart:
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable ^note and how kindly we
Determine ^note for her; for Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle. ^{note note}

Egyp. ^note
So ^note the gods preserve thee! [Exit.

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
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in ^note our triumph: go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says
And how you ^note find of her. ^note

Pro.
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. ^note

Cæs.
Gallus, go you along. [Exit Gallus. ^note] Where's Dolabella,

To second Proculeius? ^note

All. ^note
Dolabella!

Cæs.
Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings: go with me, and see
What I can show in this. [Exeunt. ^note

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