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68 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, And