| ACT V SCENE I | Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp. | |
| | Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS,GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his council of war | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; | |
| | Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks | |
| | The pauses that he makes. | |
| DOLABELLA | Caesar, I shall. | 5 |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest | |
| | Appear thus to us? | |
| DERCETAS | I am call'd Dercetas; | |
| | Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy | |
| | Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke, | 10 |
| | 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 Caesar; if thou pleasest not, | |
| | I yield thee up my life. | 15 |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | What is't thou say'st? | |
| DERCETAS | I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | The breaking of so great a thing should make | |
| | A greater crack: the round world | |
| | Should have shook lions into civil streets, | 20 |
| | And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony | |
| | Is not a single doom; in the name lay | |
| | A moiety of the world. | |
| DERCETAS | He is dead, Caesar: | |
| | Not by a public minister of justice, | 25 |
| | Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, | |
| | Which writ his honour in the acts it did, | |
| | Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, | |
| | Splitted the heart. This is his sword; | |
| | I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd | 30 |
| | With his most noble blood. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Look you sad, friends? | |
| | The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings | |
| | To wash the eyes of kings. | |
| AGRIPPA | And strange it is, | 35 |
| | That nature must compel us to lament | |
| | Our most persisted deeds. | |
| MECAENAS | His taints and honours | |
| | Waged equal with him. | |
| AGRIPPA | A rarer spirit never | 40 |
| | Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us | |
| | Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. | |
| MECAENAS | When such a spacious mirror's set before him, | |
| | He needs must see himself. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | O Antony! | 45 |
| | I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance | |
| | Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce | |
| | Have shown to thee such a declining day, | |
| | Or look on thine; we could not stall together | |
| | In the whole world: but yet let me lament, | 50 |
| | With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, | |
| | That thou, my brother, my competitor | |
| | In top of all design, my mate in empire, | |
| | Friend and companion in the front of war, | |
| | The arm of mine own body, and the heart | 55 |
| | Where mine his thoughts did kindle,--that our stars, | |
| | Unreconciliable, should divide | |
| | Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends-- | |
| | But I will tell you at some meeter season: | |
| | Enter an Egyptian | |
| | The business of this man looks out of him; | 60 |
| | We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? | |
| Egyptian | A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, | |
| | Confined in all she has, her monument, | |
| | Of thy intents desires instruction, | |
| | That she preparedly may frame herself | 65 |
| | To the way she's forced to. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Bid her have good heart: | |
| | She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, | |
| | How honourable and how kindly we | |
| | Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live | 70 |
| | To be ungentle. | |
| Egyptian | So the gods preserve thee! | |
| | Exit | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, | |
| | We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts | |
| | The quality of her passion shall require, | 75 |
| | Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke | |
| | She do defeat us; for her life in Rome | |
| | Would be eternal in our triumph: go, | |
| | And with your speediest bring us what she says, | |
| | And how you find of her. | 80 |
| PROCULEIUS | Caesar, I shall. | |
| | Exit | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Gallus, go you along. | |
| | Exit GALLUS | |
| | Where's Dolabella, | |
| | To second Proculeius? | |
| All | Dolabella! | 85 |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Let him alone, for I remember now | |
| | How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready. | |
| | Go with me to my tent; where you shall see | |
| | How hardly I was drawn into this war; | |
| | How calm and gentle I proceeded still | 90 |
| | In all my writings: go with me, and see | |
| | What I can show in this. | |
| | Exeunt | |