VENTIDIUS.
And what's this toy
In balance with your fortune, honour, fame?
ANTONY.
What is 't, Ventidius? It out-weighs 'em all.
Why, we have more than conquer'd Cæsar now.
My queen's not only innocent, but loves me....
Down on thy knees, blasphemer as thou art
And ask forgiveness of wrong'd Innocence!
VENTIDIUS.
I'll rather die than take it. Will you go?
ANTONY.
Go! Whither? Go from all that's excellent
Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Cæsar,
This rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gu-gau world; and put him cheaply off.
I'll not be pleas'd with less than Cleopatra.
Let Cæsar walk
Alone upon it. I am weary of my part.
My torch is out, and the world stands before me
Like a black desert. At the approach of night
I'll lay me down and stray no farther on.