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Monologues for Men

ANT.

Since Cleopatra died

I have liv’d in such dishonor that the gods

Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword

Quarter’d the world, and o’er green Neptune’s back

With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack

The courage of a woman—less noble mind

Than she which by her death our Caesar tells,

“I am conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros,

That when the exigent should come, which now

Is come indeed, when I should see behind me

Th’ inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror, that on my command

Thou then wouldst kill me. Do’t, the time is come.

Thou strik’st not me, ’tis Caesar thou defeat’st.

Put color in thy cheek, Eros—

Wouldst thou be window’d in great Rome, and see

Thy master thus with pleach’d arms, bending down

His corrigible neck, his face subdu’d

To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel’d seat

Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded

His baseness that ensued?

Come then; for with a wound I must be cur’d.

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn

Most useful for thy country. Do’t at once,

Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come.

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