Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare
Act 3 - Scene 12
Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR’s camp.
Dolabella : Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
[p]An argument that he is pluck'd, when
hither
[p]He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
[p]Which had
superfluous kings for messengers
[p]Not many moons gone by.
Euphronius : Such as I am, I come from Antony:
[p]I was of late as petty to his
ends
[p]As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf
[p]To his grand sea.
Euphronius : Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
[p]Requires to live in
Egypt: which not granted,
[p]He lessens his requests; and to thee
sues
[p]To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
[p]A private
man in Athens: this for him.
[p]Next, Cleopatra does confess thy
greatness;
[p]Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
[p]The
circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
[p]Now hazarded to thy grace.
Euphronius : Fortune pursue thee!
Thyreus : Caesar, I go.
Thyreus : Caesar, I shall.
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