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| SCENE VI. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp. |
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Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, and others
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
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| AGRIPPA |
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Caesar, I shall.
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Exit
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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5 The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
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Enter a Messenger
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| Messenger |
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Antony
Is come into the field.
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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10 Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.
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Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
15 Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
20 No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
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Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's
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Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
25 His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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I give it you.
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Mock not, Enobarbus.
30 I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
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Exit
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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I am alone the villain of the earth,
35 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
40 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.
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Exit
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