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ANTONY Let me have your hand! Further this act of grace: and from this hour, The heart of brothers govern in our loves, Any sway our great designs! |
CAESAR There’s my hand. A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother Did ever love so dearly. Let
her live To join our kingdoms, and our hearts, and never Fly off our loves again! | |||
CAESAR
My
dearest sister, the adulterous OCTAVIA Do
not say so, my lord. CAESAR I
have eyes upon him, And
his affairs come to me on the wind. OCTAVIA Where
is he now, my lord? In CAESAR No,
my most wronged sister, Cleopatra Hath
nodded him to her. He hath Given
his Empire up to a whore.
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CAESAR Bravest
at the last, She
level’d at our purpose, and being royal, Took
her own way. She looks like sleep, As
she would cat another In her strong toil of grace. Take up her bed. She
shall be buried by her No
grave upon this earth shall clip in it A
pair so famous.
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