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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
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Alarum afar off, as at a Sea Fight.

Re-enter ANTONY.

Ant. All is lost;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet have yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore!*
'tis thou

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands.-All come to this?


That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,t
Whose eye beck'd; forth my wars, and call'd
them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,||
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!


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
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!-
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides,** thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas++ on the horns o'the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot : she dies for't.-Eros, ho!
SCENE XI-Alexandria.-A Room in the

Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more


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Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros. Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen
these signs;

They are black vesper's pageants.
Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought,


As water is in water.
The racks dislimns; and makes it indistinct,

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
Pack'd cards with Cesar, and false play'd my
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, bas
Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

She has robb'd me of my sword.

Mar. No, Antony;

My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes
With thine entirely.
Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace;
[ mingled
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but


And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st do,

Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake
Was, Antony! most noble Antony!
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.

Ant. Dead then?

Mur. Dead.

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.

1 Split.

|| Servant.

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!

Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to
The courage of a woman; less noble mind'
Than she, which, by her death, our Cesar tells,
I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn,
That, when the exigent should come, (which
Is come, indeed,) when I should see behind
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is



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,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
Ant. Eros,
Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and
Thy master thus with pleach'd; arms, bending

His corrigibles neck, his face subdued
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Offortunate Cesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?¶

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;
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble coun-

Wherein the worship** of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee.
[Turning from him.

Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once

The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros. My dear master,

My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

1. e. The thing that contains thee.
pletes a contract.
↑ Folded.
¶ Followed.

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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.


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.

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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

to wear

+Sealing com- All your true followers out.

Corrected. **Dignity.

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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.
Cleo. No, I will not:

All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great

As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'the other side your monument,
His guard hath brought him thither.

Enter ANTONY, borne by the GUARD.
Cléo. O thou sun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling stand

The varying shore o'the world!-O Antony!
Antony, Antony!-Charmian, help; help, Iras;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Ant. Peace:

Not Cesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.-

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,

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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


SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp before Alexandria.
Ces. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;


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Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY.

Ces. Wherefore is that? and what art thou,

that dar'st

Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas;

Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up and spoke,
He was my master; and I wore my life,
To spend upon his haters: If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cesar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.

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,
And citizens to their dens:-The death of An-
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

Der. He is dead, Cesar;

Not by a public minister of justice,

Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath, with the courage which the heart did

lend it,

Splitted the heart.-This is his sword,
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.

Ces. Look you, sad friends?

The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr. And strange it is,

That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

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
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: But yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine hist thoughts did kindle,—that
our stars,


Unreconcileable, should divide
Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good
But I will tell you at some meeter season;

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,
Of thy intents desires instruction;

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That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.

Ces. Bid her have good heart;
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her: for Cesar cannot live
To be ungentle.

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;
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph: Go,
And, with your speediest, bring us what she
And how you find of her.
Pro. Cesar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS.
Ces. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dola-


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.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life: "Tis paltry to be Cesar;
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 inore the
The beggar's nurse and Cesar's. [dung,

Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, PROCU
LEIUS, GALLUS, and Soldiers.
Pro. Cesar sends greeting to the queen of

And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cleo. [Within.] What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. [Within.] Antony

Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tel
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I'
Will kneel to him with thanks.


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
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
Look him i'the face.

Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.

* Servant.

Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is piti- |O, such another sleep, that I might see
Of him that caus'd it.
But such another man!

Gal. You see how easily she may be sur-

[Here PROCULEIUS, and two of the Guard,
ascend the Monument by a Ladder placed
against a Window, and having descended,
come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the
Guard unbar and open the Gates.

Guard her till Cesar come.

[TO PROCULEIUS and the Guard.

Iras. Royal queen!


Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

[Drawing a Dagger. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold:

[Seizes and disarms her.

Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Reliev'd, but not betray'd.

Cleo. What, of death too

That rids our dogs of languish?
Pro. Cleopatra,

Do not abuse my master's bounty, by

The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a
Worth many babes and beggars!

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
Will not wait pinion'd* at your master's

Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramids my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!

Pro. You do extend

These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Find cause in Cesar.

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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
But when he meant to quail* and shake the
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;

He was as ratling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping: His delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back


The element they liv'd in: In his livery
Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and
islands were

As platest dropp'd from his pocket.
Dol. Cleopatra.-

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.
It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants
But, if there be, or ever were one such,
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to ima-
An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.


Dol. Hear me, good madam:
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear
As answering to the weight: 'Would I might


By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots
O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,
My very heart at root.

Cleo. I thank you, Sir.

Know you what Cesar means to do with me?
Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you


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.

SELEUCUS, and Attendants.

Ces. Which is the queen

Of Egypt?

Dol. 'Tis the emperor, madam.

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[CLEOPATRA kneels.

pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.

Cleo. Sir, the gods

Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.

Ces. Take to you no hard thoughts:
Though written in our flesh, we shall remem-
The record of what injuries you did us,
As things but done by chance.
Cleo. Sole Sir o'the world,

I cannot project; mine own cause so well
To make it clear; but do confess, I have


Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor An- Been laden with like frailties, which before


Bound, confined.

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