ACT V
SCENE I Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.


 [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS,
 GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his council of war]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
 Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
 The pauses that he makes.

DOLABELLA Caesar, I shall.

 [Exit]

 [Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
 Appear thus to us?

DERCETAS                   I am call'd Dercetas;
 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 Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
 I yield thee up my life.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR What is't thou say'st?

DERCETAS I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.

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

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

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

AGRIPPA And strange it is,
 That nature must compel us to lament
 Our most persisted deeds.

MECAENAS His taints and honours
 Waged equal with him.

AGRIPPA A rarer spirit never
 Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
 Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.

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

OCTAVIUS CAESAR O Antony!
 I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
 Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
 Have shown to thee such a declining day,
 Or look 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 thoughts did kindle,--that our stars,
 Unreconciliable, should divide
 Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends--
 But I will tell you at some meeter season:

 [Enter an Egyptian]

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

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

OCTAVIUS CAESAR Bid her have good heart:
 She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
 How honourable and how kindly we
 Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
 To be ungentle.

Egyptian So the gods preserve thee!

 [Exit]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR 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 our triumph: go,
 And with your speediest bring us what she says,
 And how you find of her.

PROCULEIUS Caesar, I shall.

 [Exit]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR Gallus, go you along.

 [Exit GALLUS]

  Where's Dolabella,
 To second Proculeius?

All Dolabella!

OCTAVIUS CAESAR 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]




 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA


ACT V