His taints and honours
Waged equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is
When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: but yet let me
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
Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
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;
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
Confined in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.
Bid her have good heart:
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly
Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
To be ungentle.
So the gods preserve thee!
Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of
her passion shall require,
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us; for her life in
Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you
find of her.
Caesar, I shall.
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