Speeches (Lines) for DERCETAS in "Antony and Cleopatra"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 14
  • Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
    This sword but shown to Caesar...
  • Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
    This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
    Shall enter me with him.
  • Third Guard. Nor any one.

    DERCETAS. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
    This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
    Shall enter me with him.

2 IV / 14
  • There, Diomed there.
  • There, Diomed there.
  • DIOMEDES. Where's Antony?

    DERCETAS. There, Diomed there.

3 V / 1
  • I am call'd Dercetas;
    Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
    Best to...
  • I am call'd Dercetas;
    Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
    Best to be served: 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 Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
    I yield thee up my life.
  • OCTAVIUS. 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,
    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.

4 V / 1
  • I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
  • I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
  • OCTAVIUS. What is't thou say'st?

    DERCETAS. I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.

5 V / 1
  • He is dead, Caesar:
    Not by a public minister of justice,
    Nor by a hired...
  • He is dead, Caesar:
    Not by a public minister of justice,
    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
    With his most noble blood.
  • OCTAVIUS. 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
    A moiety of the world.

    DERCETAS. He is dead, Caesar:
    Not by a public minister of justice,
    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
    With his most noble blood.

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