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I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria you
Did pocket up my letters; and with taunts
Did gibe my missive out of audience.

ANTONY
Sir,

He fell upon me, ere admitted, then: [75]
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i’ the morning; but next day

I told him of myself, which was as much
As to have ask’d him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend, [80]
Out of our question wipe him.

CÆSAR
You have broken

The article of your oath, which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.

LEPIDUS
Soft, Cæsar!

ANTONY
No, Lepidus, let him speak;
The honour is sacred which he talks on now, [85]

Supposing that I lack’d it. But on, Cæsar,
The article of my oath.

CÆSAR
To lend me arms and aid when I requir’d them,
The which you both denied.

ANTONY
Neglected, rather;

And then when poisoned hours had bound me up [90]
From mine own knowledge; as nearly as I may,