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And make the hearts of Romans serve your

ends! We will here part.

Cæsar. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well. Octavia..

My noble brother! Antony. The April's in her eyes : it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

Octavia. Look well to my husband's house; and, sirCæsar.

What, Octavia ?

Octavia. I'll tell you in your ear.

Antony. Her tongue will not obey her heart," nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the swan's down feather That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.


Cleopatra. Did'st thou behold Octavia ?
Messenger. Ay, dread queen.


Madam, in Rome.
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cleopatra. Is she as tall as me? 4

She is not, madam. Cleopatra. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd

or low? Messenger. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low

voic'd. Cleopatra. That's not so good.--He cannot like her long. Charmian. Like her? O, Isis ! 'tis impossible.

She creeps ;

Cleopatra. I think so, Charmian ; dull of tongue and

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.

Her motion and her station are as one;
She shows a body, rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

Is this certain ?
Messenger. Or I have no observance.

Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

He's very knowing,
I do perceive 't. There's nothing in her yet.
The fellow has sound judgment.

Cleopatra. Guess at her years, I pr’ythee.

Madam, She was a widow.

Cleopatra. Widow? Charmian, hark.
Messenger. And I do think she's thirty.
Cleopatra. Bear’st thou her face in mind ? is 't long or

Messenger. Round, even to faultiness.

For the most part, too, They are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour?

Messenger. Brown, madam ; and her forehead is as low
As she would wish it.

There is gold for thee;
Thou must not take my former sharpness ill.
I will employ thee back again: I find thee
More fit for business. Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepard.


A proper man.
Cleopatra. Indeed, he is so : I repent me much
That I so harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him
The creature's no such thing.

O, nothing, madam. Cleopatra. The man hath seen some majesty, and should

Charmian. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend.
And serving you so long !
Cleopatra. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good

But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough.

Charmian. I warrant you, madam.

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Antony. The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest : and do now not basely die,
Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going;
I can no more.

Cleopatra. Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O see, my women,
The crown o'the arth doth melt. My lord !
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys and girls


Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.

[She faints. Charmian.

O, quietness, lady!
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.


Madam! Charmian. O, madam, madam, madam ! Iras.

Royal Egypt ! Empress !

Charmian. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleopatra. No more, but e’en a woman ;

and com-
By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that 's mad. Then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what? Good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian ?
My noble girls! Ah, women, women ! look,
Our lamp is spent, it 's out :-Good sirs, take heart :-

[To the guard below. We'll bury him : and then, what 's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.

[Exeunt, those above bearing off Antony's body.

Come away :


Cleopatra. My desolation does begin to make
A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; And it is great'
To do that thing that ends all other deeds ;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung;
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

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Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.—Now, Charmian ?Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch My best attires; I am again for Cydnus, To meet Mark Antony : Sirrah, Iras, go.Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed : And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave To play till doomsday.—Bring our crown and all : Wherefore 's this noise ?


Re-enter IRAS, with robe, crown, &c. Cleopatra. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.-Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come :


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