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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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SCENE V. Changes to Cæsar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

Cæs.
Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
3 noteOur 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, the three-nook'd world
4 noteShall bear the olive freely.
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,

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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 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 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 would'st 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
Some ditch, where I may die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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