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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)
  • Editor: Randall Martin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

    Copyright Randall Martin. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)

    Enter Agrippa and Caesar with Enobarbus and Dolabella.
    Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.
    Our will is Antony be took alive:
    Make it so known.
    Caesar, I shall.
    [Exit Agrippa].
    The time of universal peace is near.
    Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world
    Shall bear the olive freely.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Is come into the field.
    Go charge Agrippa
    Plant those that have revolted in the van,
    That Antony may seem to spend his fury
    Upon himself.
    Exeunt [all but Enobarbus].
    Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
    Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade
    Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar
    And leave his master Antony. For this pains
    Caesar hath hanged him. Camidius and the rest
    2595That fell away have entertainment, but
    No honorable trust. I have done ill,
    Of which I do accuse myself so sorely
    That I will joy no more.
    Enter a Soldier of Caesar's.
    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.
    I give it you.
    Mock not, Enobarbus.
    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
    2610Continues still a Jove.
    I am alone the villain of the earth,
    And feel I am so most. Oh Antony,
    Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
    My better service, when my turpitude
    2615Thou dost so crown with gold? This blows 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 wherein to die. The foul'st best fits
    2620My latter part of life.