Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he,

Did that they did in envy of
great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.-
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part
the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

Act IV. Scene XIII.

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Antony and Cleopatra.

A

TRAGEDY,

BY

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

ACCURATELY PRINTED

FROM THE TEXT OF

MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.