Cœs. 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.
Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit.
Cœs. Gallus, go you along. [Exit Galluts] Where's Dola-
To second Proculeius ?
All. Dolabella ! 70
Cœs. 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.
Alexandria. The monument.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will: and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.
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Publication information: Book title: Antony and Cleopatra. Contributors: William Shakespeare - Author. Publisher: University Society. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1901. Page number: 132.
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