3110Caesar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld,

3111Being so frustrate, tell him,

3112He mockes the pawses that he makes.

3113Dol. Caesar, I shall.

3115Caes. Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st

3116Appeare thus to vs?

3117Dec. I am call'd Decretas,

3118Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie

3119Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spoke

3120He was my Master, and I wore my life

3121To spend vpon his haters. If thou please

3122To take me to thee, as I was to him,

3123Ile be to Caesar: if y^u pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life.

3124Caesar. What is't thou say'st?

3125Dec. I say (Oh Caesar) Anthony is dead.

3126Caesar. The breaking of so great a thing, should make

3127A greater cracke. The round World

3128Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets,

3129And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony

3130Is not a single doome, in the name lay

3131A moity of the world.

3132Dec. He is dead Caesar,

3133Not by a publike minister of Iustice,

3134Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-hand

3135Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did,

3136Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,

3137Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,

3138I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd

3139With his most Noble blood.

3140Caes. Looke you sad Friends,

3141The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings

3142To wash the eyes of Kings.

3143Dol. And strange it is,

3144That Nature must compell vs to lament

3145Our most persisted deeds.

3146Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.

3147Dola. A Rarer spirit neuer

3148Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs

3149Some faults to make vs men. Caesar is touch'd.

3150Mec. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,

3151He needes must see him selfe.

3152Caesar. Oh Anthony,

3153I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch

3154Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce

3155Haue shewne to thee such a declining day,

3156Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,

3157In the whole world. But yet let me lament

3158With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,

3159That thou my Brother, my Competitor,

3160In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,

3161Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,

3162The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart

3163Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres

3164Vnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this.

3165Heare me good Friends,

3166But I will tell you at some meeter Season,

3167The businesse of this man lookes out of him,

3168Wee'l heare him what he sayes.

3170Whence are you?

3171AEgyp. A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistris

3172Confin'd in all, she has her Monument

3173Of thy intents, desires, instruction,

3174That she preparedly may frame her selfe

3175To'th'way shee's forc'd too.

3176Caesar. Bid her haue good heart,

3177She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours,

3178How honourable, and how kindely Wee

3179Determine for her. For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle

3180AEgypt. So the Gods preserue thee. Exit.

3181Caes. Come hither Proculeius. Go and say

3182We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts

3183The quality of her passion shall require;

3184Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall stroke

3185She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,

3186Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,

3187And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes,

3188And how you finde of her.

3189Pro. Caesar I shall. Exit Proculeius.

3190Caes. Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to se-

3191cond Proculeius?

3192All. Dolabella.

3193Caes. Let him alone: for I remember now

3194How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.

3195Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see

3196How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,

3197How calme and gentle I proceeded still

3198In all my Writings. Go with me, and see

3199What I can shew in this. Exeunt.