5.1.2Enter Caesar with 3109his council of war: Agrippa, Dolabella [Maecenas, Gallus, Proculeius].
Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield.
5.1.5The pauses that he makes.
The pauses that he makes. Caesar, I shall.
5.1.73114Enter Dercetus with the sword of Antony. Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st
Appear thus to us? I am called Dercetus.
5.1.103118Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
5.1.113119Best to be served; whilst he stood up and spoke
5.1.133121To spend upon his haters. If thou please
5.1.16I yield thee up my life.
I yield thee up my life. What is't thou say'st?
I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
The breaking of so great a thing should make
5.1.203128Should have shook lions into civil streets
5.1.213129And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
A moiety of the world. He is dead, Caesar,
5.1.253134Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand
5.1.273136Hath with the courage which the heart did lend it
5.1.293138I robbed his wound of it. Behold it stained
With his most noble blood. Look you sad, friends?
To wash the eyes of kings. And strange it is,
Our most persisted deeds. His taints and honors
Waged equal with him. A rarer spirit never
5.1.363148Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us
5.1.373149Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touched.
When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself. Oh, Antony,
5.1.403153I have followed thee to this; but we do lance
5.1.433156Or looked on thine; we could not stall together
5.1.443157In the whole world. But yet let me lament,
5.1.453158With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
5.1.473160In top of all design, my mate in empire,
5.1.483161Friend and companion in the front of war,
5.1.503163Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our stars
5.1.513164Unreconciliable should divide our equalness
5.1.543166But I will tell you at some meeter season.
5.1.553167The business of this man looks out of him,
A poor Egyptian yet. The Queen my mistress,
To'th'way she's forced to. Bid her have good heart.
5.1.623177She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
5.1.643179Determine for her. For Caesar cannot live
To be ungentle. So the gods preserve thee.
Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say
5.1.683182We purpose her no shame. Give her what comforts
5.1.693183The quality of her passion shall require,
5.1.703184Lest in her greatness, by some mortal stroke,
5.1.733187And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you find of her. Caesar, I shall.
Gallus, go you along.
[Exit Gallus.]
Gallus, go you along. Where's Dolabella,
To second Proculeius? Dolabella!
Let him alone, for I remember now
5.1.793194How he's employed. He shall in time be ready.
5.1.803195Go with me to my tent, where you shall see