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Antony and Cleopatra Scenes

Scene 6

Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.

(Agrippa; Caesar; Enobarbus; Dolabella; Caesar’s Third Messenger; Caesar’s First Soldier)


Enobarbus begins to repent his faithlessness as he sees how Caesar treats other deserters, hanging them or putting them in the most dangerous spot of the battle. Receiving his treasure, he resolves to die. (43 lines)

Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus and Dolabella. AGR. CAES. ENO. DOL.


Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.

Our will is Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.


Caesar, I shall.

Exit. AGR.


The time of universal peace is near.

Prove this a prosp’rous day, the three-nook’d world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter Caesar’s Third Messenger. 3. CAES. MESS.



Is come into the field.


Go charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the vant,

That Antony may seem to spend his fury

Upon himself.

Exeunt all but Enobarbus. CAES. DOL. 3. CAES. MESS.


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 hang’d him. Canidius and the rest

That 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 Caesar’s First Soldier. CAES. 1. SOLD.


Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with

His bounty overplus. 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 saf’d the bringer

Out of the host; I must attend mine office,

Or would have done’t myself. Your emperor

Continues still a Jove.

Exit. CAES. 1. SOLD.


I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid

My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart.

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall outstrike 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

My latter part of life.

Exit. ENO.


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