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His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o' the other side your monument; His guard have brought him thither.
What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho! Come, your lord calls!
Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw-- Which never shall be found--you did suspect She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead; But, fearing since ...
Now, my lord.
Most absolute lord, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?
Where's Antony?