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In Cleopatra's sails their nest: the augurers Say, they know not,-they cannot tell;-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Alarum afar off, as at a Sea Fight.
Ant. All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?
Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cesar's triumph. Let him take [thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEO.] 'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more
Enter ANTONY and EROS.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
They are black vesper's pageants.
Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought,
As water is in water.
Eros. It does, my lord.
Ant. My good knave,|| Eros, now thy captain Even such a body here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. [in I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
She has robb'd me of my sword.
Mar. No, Antony;
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes
And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st do,
Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake
Ant. Dead then?
Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is
And we must sleep:-That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck [Exit MARDIAN. The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles.
+ Foaming at the mouth.
The fleeting clouds.
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,* Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.No more a soldier:-Bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne.-From me a while.[Exit EROS. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture:-Since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength: Seal then,† and all is done.[me: Eros!-I come, my queen-Eros!-Stay for Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, [gaze: And with our sprightly port make the ghosts Dido and her Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Eros. What would my lord?
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy cheek.
Eros. The gods withhold me!
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
His corrigibles neck, his face subdued
Eros. I would not see't.
Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. [worn Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast Most useful for thy country.
Eros. O, Sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Wherein the worship** of the whole world lies.
Eros. My sword is drawn.
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
Eros. My dear master,
My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
1. e. The thing that contains thee.
Of Antony's death.
Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record: but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus
[Falling on his Sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?
The guard!-ho!-O, despatch me.
Enter DERCETAS and GUARD.
1 Guard. What's the noise?
Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make an end
Of what I have begun.
2 Guard. The star is fallen.
1 Guard. And time is at his period. All. Alas, and woe!
Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.
Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead;
[sent But, fearing since how it might work, hath Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late.
Ant. Too late, good Diomed:-Call my guard, I pr'ythee.
Dio. What ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!"
Come, your lord calls.
Enter some of the GUARD.
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopa tra bides;
"Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe are we, Sir, you may not live
+Sealing com- All your true followers out.
All. Most heavy day!
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate [come To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welWhich comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up: I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, And have my thanks for all.
[Exeunt bearing ANTONY.
SCENE XIII.-The sume.-A Monument. Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. Charmian, I will never go from
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Enter ANTONY, borne by the GUARD.
Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling stand
The varying shore o'the world!-O Antony!
Not Cesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Cleo. I dare not, dear
(Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortun'd Cesar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me.-But come, come, Antony,[up;
Help me, my women, we must draw thee Assist, good friends.
Ant. O, quick, or I am gone.
Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!- How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's [up, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,Wishers were ever fools;-0, come, come, come; [They draw ANTONY up. And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast liv'd:
Quickens with kissing; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.
All. A heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
[Exeunt: those above bearing off ANTONY'S
SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp before Alexandria.
Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY.
Ces. Wherefore is that? and what art thou,
Appear thus to us?
Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Ces. What is't thou say'st?
Der. I say, O Cesar, Antony is dead.
Ces. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: The round world should have shook
Lions into civil streets,
Der. He is dead, Cesar;
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Splitted the heart.-This is his sword,
Ces. Look you, sad friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
Agr. And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Mec. His taints and honours
Waged equal with him.
Agr. A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give Some faults to make us men. Cesar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
Ces. O Antony!
I have follow'd thee to this;-But we do lance
Unreconcileable, should divide
The business of this man looks out of him, We'll hear him what he says.-Whence are you?
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
That she preparedly may frame herself
Ces. Bid her have good heart;
Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Erit, Ces. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require;
To second Proculeius?
Agr. Mec. Dolabella!
Ces. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employed; he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent; where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings: Go with me, and see What I can show in this. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Monument.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, PROCU
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
Pro. Be of good cheer; [thing: You are fallen into a princely hand, fear noMake your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over On all that need: Let me report to him Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindWhere he for grace is kneel'd to. [ness,
Cleo. [Within.] Pray you, tell him
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is piti- |O, such another sleep, that I might see
Gal. You see how easily she may be sur-
[Here PROCULEIUS, and two of the Guard,
Guard her till Cesar come.
[TO PROCULEIUS and the Guard.
Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!
[Drawing a Dagger. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold:
[Seizes and disarms her.
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Cleo. What, of death too
That rids our dogs of languish?
Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Pro. O, temperance, lady!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll [Sir; ruin,
Do Cesar what he can. Know, Sir, that I
Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye
Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Cleo. No matter, Sir, what I have heard, or You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their [dreams; Is't not your trick?
Dol. I understand not, madam.
Dol. If it might please you,-.
Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon; which kept their course, and lighted
The little O, the earth.
Dol. Most sovereign creature,
Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
He was as ratling thunder. For his bounty,
The element they liv'd in: In his livery
As platest dropp'd from his pocket.
Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be,
such a man
As this I dream'd of?
Dol. Gentle madam, no.
Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
Dol. Hear me, good madam:
By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots
Cleo. I thank you, Sir.
Know you what Cesar means to do with me?
Cleo. Nay, pray you, Sir,
Dol. Though he be honourable,→
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph?
Dol. Madam, he will;
I know it.
Within. Make way there,-Cesar.
Enter CESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS,
Ces. Which is the queen
Dol. 'Tis the emperor, madam.
pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Cleo. Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
Ces. Take to you no hard thoughts:
I cannot project; mine own cause so well
Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor An- Been laden with like frailties, which before