• Enter CAESAR, with AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MAECENAS, GALLUS, and PROCULEIUS, and his council of war

    CAESAR

    Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield.
    Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks
    The pauses that he makes.

    DOLABELLA

                                                        Caesar, I shall.
    Exit
    Enter DERCETUS, with the sword of ANTONY

    CAESAR

    Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar’st
    5Appear thus to us?

    DERCETUS

                                          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.

    CAESAR

                                                What is ’t thou say’st?

    DERCETUS

    I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.

    CAESAR

    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.
  • CAESAR enters with his war council: AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MAECENAS, GALLUS, and PROCULEIUS.

    CAESAR

    Dolabella, go see Antony. Tell him to surrender. His position is hopeless. This delay makes him look ridiculous.

    DOLABELLA

    Right away, Caesar.
    DOLABELLA exits.
    DECRETUS enters carrying ANTONY’s sword.

    CAESAR

    What are you doing with a sword? Who do you think you are coming in here armed?

    DECRETUS

    My name is Decretus. I served Mark Antony, who was the commander most worthy of my services. While he was alive, I lived only to serve him and oppose his enemies. If you accept my service, I’ll serve you the same way. If not, you can kill me.

    CAESAR

    What are you saying?

    DECRETUS

    Caesar, I’m telling you that Antony is dead.

    CAESAR

    When such a great man dies there should be a thunderclap. The fractured world, in its confusion, should send lions into the city streets and humans into the wilderness to live in lions’ dens. This isn’t the death of one man. It’s the death of half the world.