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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
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SCENE VI. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, with Agrippa, 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 Agrippa.

-- 96 --

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.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.

Eno.
Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade7 note
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 of Cæsar'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 bringer8 note
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,

-- 97 --


Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove. [Exit Soldier.

Eno.
I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony!
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st 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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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
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