Antony. But we may shorten time with negligence.
Cæsar. But Fortune and the heavens have care of us.
Antony. Fortune is fickle, heaven imperious.
Cæsar. What shall I then do?
Antony. As befits your state;
Maintain a watchful guard about your gate.
Cæsar. What more assurance may our state defend,
Than love of those that do on us attend?
Antony. There is no hatred more, if it be mov'd,
Than theirs whom we offend, and once belov'd.
Cæsar. Better it is to die than be suspicious.
Antony. 'Tis wisdom yet not to be credulous.
Cæsar. The quiet life, that carelessly is led,
Is not alonely happy in this world;
But death itself doth sometime pleasure us.
That death, that comes unsent for or unseen,
And suddenly doth take us at unware,
Methinks is sweetest; and, if heaven were pleas'd,
I could desire that I might die so well.
The fear of evil doth afflict us more
Than th' evil itself, though it be ne'er so sore.