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Their Soil and Heav'n infect 'em all with baseness:
And their young Souls come tainted to the World
With the first breath they draw.

Ant.Th' Original Villain sure no God created;
He was a Bastard of the Sun, by Nile,
Ap'd into Man: with all his Mother's Mud
Crusted about his Soul.

Ven.The Nation is
One Universal Traitor; and their Queen
The very Spirit and Extract of 'em all.

Ant.Is there yet left
A possibility of aid from Valour?
Is there one God unsworn to my Destruction?
The least unmortgag'd hope? for, if there be,
Methinks I cannot fall beneath the Fate
Of such a Boy as Cæsar.
The World's one half is yet in Antony;
And, from each limb of it that's hew'd away,
The Soul comes back to me.

Ven.There yet remain
Three Legions in the Town. The last assault
Lopt off the rest: if death be your design;
(As I must wish it now) these are sufficient
To make a heap about us of dead Foes,
An honest Pile for burial.

Ant.They're enough.
We'll not divide our Stars; but side by side
Fight emulous: and with malicious eyes
Survey each other's acts: so every death
Thou giv'st, I'll take on me, as a just debt,
And pay thee back a Soul.

Ven.Now you shall see I love you. Not a word
Of chiding more. By my few hours of life,
I am so pleas'd with this brave Roman Fate,
That I wou'd not be Cæsar, to out-live you.
When we put off this flesh, and mount together,
I shall be shown to all th' Etherial crowd;
Lo, this is he who dy'd with Antony.

Ant.Who knows but we may pierce through all their Troops,

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