ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Alexandria. Cæsar's Camp]
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
The pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit.]
Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony.
Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st 4
Appear thus to us?
Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd; whilst he stood up and spoke
He was my master, and I wore my life 8
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.
Cæs. What is 't thou sayst? 12
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack; the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets, 16
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
2, 3 Being so frustrate . . . makes; cf. n.
16 civil: orderly
