ANTONY. Well, Cæsar, now they are discomfited, And crows are feasted with their carcases; And yet I fear you have too kindly sav'd Those, that your kindness hardly will requite. CÆSAR. Why, Antony, what would you wish me do? Now shall you see that they will pack to Spain, And, joined with the exiles there encamp'd, Until th' ill spirit, that doth them defend, Do bring their treasons to a bloody end. ANTONY. I fear not those that to their weapons fly, And keep their state in Spain, in Spain to die. CÆSAR. Whom fear'st thou then, Mark Antony? ANTONY. The hateful crew That, wanting power in field to conquer you, Have in their coward souls devised snares To murder thee, and take thee at unwares. CÆSAR. Will those conspire my death that live by me? ANTONY. In conquer'd foes what credit can there be? CÆSAR. Besides their lives, I did their goods restore. ANTONY. O, but their country's good concerns them more. CÆSAR. What, think they me to be their country's foe? ANTONY. No, but that thou usurp'st the right they owe.[368] CÆSAR. To Rome have I submitted mighty things. ANTONY. Yet Rome endures not the command of kings. CÆSAR. Who dares to contradict our empery?[369] ANTONY. Those whom thy rule hath robb'd of liberty. CÆSAR. I fear them not, whose death is but deferr'd. ANTONY. I fear my foe, until he be interr'd. CÆSAR. A man may make his foe his friend, you know. ANTONY. A man may easier make his friend his foe. CÆSAR. Good deeds the cruel'st heart to kindness bring. ANTONY. But resolution is a deadly thing. CÆSAR. If citizens my kindness have forgot, Whom shall I then not fear? ANTONY. Those that are not. CÆSAR. What, shall I slay then all that I suspect? ANTONY. Else cannot Cæsar empery endure. CÆSAR. Rather I will my life and all neglect. Nor labour I my vain life to assure; But so to die, as dying I may live, And, leaving off this earthly tomb of mine, Ascend to heaven upon my winged deeds. And shall I not have lived long enough, That in so short a time am so much fam'd? Can I too soon go taste Cocytus' flood? No, Antony, death cannot injure us, "For he lives long that dies victorious." ANTONY. Thy praises show thy life is long enough, But for thy friends and country all too short. Should Cæsar live as long as Nestor did, Yet Rome may wish his life eternised. CÆSAR. Heaven sets our time; with heaven may nought dispense. 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.