Page:Antony and Cleopatra (1921) Yale.djvu/126

114 

Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;

Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks

The pauses that he makes.

Dol. Cæsar, I shall.

Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st

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

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?

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,

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

