Enter CAESAR, with
MAECENAS, GALLUS, and
PROCULEIUS, and his council of
Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield.
Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks
The pauses that he makes.
Enter DERCETUS, with the sword of
Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar’st
5Appear thus to us?
I am called Dercetus.
Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served. Whilst he stood up and spoke,
He was my master, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
10To take me to thee, as I was to him
I’ll be to Caesar. If thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.
What is ’t thou
I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
The breaking of so great a thing should make
15A greater crack. The round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
Is not a single doom. In the name lay
A moiety of the world.