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That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to
gether, Applauding our approach.
Stand close, and list him.
Enobarbus! 3 Sold.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
[ Dies. 2 Sold. Let's speak to him.
1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks may concern Cæsar.
3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.
i sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as Ant. I would they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air ; his was never yet for sleep.
We'd fight there too. But this it is : Our foot 2 Sold. Go we to him.
Upon the hills adjoining to the city, 3 Sold. Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. Shall stay with us :-(order for sea is given; 2 Sold. Hear you, sir ?
They have put forth the haven :)— 1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Where their appointment we may best discover, Hark, the drums [Drums afar off. And look on their endeavour.
[Excunt. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Enter Cæsar, and his Forces marching. Is fully out.
Cæs. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, 3 Sold. Come on then;
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body. Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.
[Ereunt. SCENE X.—Between the two Camps.
Re-enter ANTONY, and SCARUS. Enter Antony, and Scarus, with Forces marching.
Ant. Yet they are not join'd: Where yond pine Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
does stand, We please them not by land.
I shall discover all : I'll bring thee word
To the monument :
And bring me how he takes my death.His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, To the monument.
[Ereunt. Of what he has, and has not.
SCENE XII.-The Same. Another Room, [Alarum afar off, as at a sea fight.
Enter Antony, and Eros.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
All is lost;
Ay, noble lord. This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;
signs ; For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
They are black vesper's pageants. I have done all :—Bid them all fly, be gone.
Ay, my lord. [Erit SCARUS.
Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more :
thought Fortune and Antony part here; even here
The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, Do we shake hands.-All come to this? --The hearts
As water is in water. That spanield me at heels, to whom I gave
It does, my lord. Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd, Even such a body; here I am Antony; That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen, Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; home;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
A million more, now lost,-She, Eros, has Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false-play'd my glory Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.
Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.—0, thy vile lady!
Enter MARDIAN. Cleo. Why is my lord enrag’d against his love? She has robb’d me of my sword. Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, Mar.
No, Antony; And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, My mistress lov’d thee, and her fortunes mingled And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians : With thine entirely. Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; Of all thy sex: most monster-like, be shown She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. For poor'st diminutives, for dolts; and let
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
And that she has discharg’d: What thou wouldst do With her prepared nails.- [Erit Cleo.]—'Tis well Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake thou'rt gone,
Was, Antony! most noble Antony ! If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death
The name of Antony; it was divided Might have prevented many.-Eros, hoa !
Between her heart and lips : she render'd life, The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me, Thy name so buried in her. Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage :
Dead then? Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; Mar.
Dead And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, Ant. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die ; And we must sleep :-That thou depart'st hence To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I
Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off;Under this plot: she dies fort.-Eros, hoa! [Erit.
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep Sceye XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent; Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN.
Crack thy frail case ! -Apace, Eros, apace.Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad No more a soldier :- Bruised pieces, go; Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly You have been nobly borne.-From me a while.Was never so emboss'd. Char.
To the monument; I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and There lock yourself, and send him word you are Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now dead.
All length is torture:-Since the torch is out, The soul and body rive not more in parting, Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour Than greatness going off.
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength : Seal then, and all is done.- Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
O, sir, pardon me. And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thon Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
not then And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros ! 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 poble countenance, Ant.
Since Cleopatra died, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Ant. Lo thee.
[Turning from hin. Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Eros. My sword is drawn. Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back Ant.
Then let it do at once With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack The thing why thou hast drawn it. The courage of a woman ; less noble mind
My dear master, Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells, My captain, and my emperor; let me say, “I am conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell
. That, when the exigent should come, (which now Ant. 'Tis said, man ;—and farewell. Is come, indeed,) when I should see behind me Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now! Th' inevitable prosecution of disgrace
Now, Eros. And horror, that, on my command, thou then Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.]-. Wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thus I do escape the sorrow Thou strik’st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat’st. Of Antony's death.
[Dies. Put colour in thy cheek.
Thrice nobler than myself! Eros.
The gods withhold me! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Though enemy, lost aim, and could not ?
Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me Ant.
Eros, A nobleness in record : But I will be
Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus
[Falling on his sword. Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead ?His baseness that ensued ?
The guard-how 1-O, despatch me.
I would not see't.
Enter DERCETAS, and Guard.
What's the noise?
my lord !
Ant. I have done my work ill, friends : 0, make Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument, Of what I have begun.
His guard have brought him thither. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. All.
Alas, and woe!
Cleo. O sun, Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. Burn the great sphere thou 'mov'st in !_darkling 1 Guard.
stand 2 Guard. Nor I.
The varying shore o' the world !—0 Antony ! 3 Guard. Nor any one.
[Ereunt Guard. Antony, Antony !-Help, Charmian; help, Iras, Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. help; This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Help, friends below; let's draw him hither. Shall enter me with him.
Peace : Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, Enter DIOMEDES.
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself. Dio. Where's Antony ?
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Der.
There, Diomed, there. Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! Dio.
Lives he? Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only Wilt thou not answer, man? [Erit DERCETAS. I here importune death a while, until Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, Of many thousand kisses the poor last and give me
I lay upon thy lips.Sufficing strokes for death.
I dare not, dear, Dio.
Most absolute lord, (Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Ant.
Where is sne? Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe : Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes prophesying fear
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw Demuring upon me.—But come, come, Antony,(Which never shall be found) you did suspect Help me, my women,—we must draw thee up;She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage Assist, good friends. Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was Ant.
O, quick, or I am gone. dead;
Cleo. Here's sport, indeed !-how heavy weighs But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
Our strength is all gone into heaviness ; I dread, too late.
That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power, Ant. Too late, good Diomed :-Call my guard, I | The strong-wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up, prithee.
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, Wishers were ever fools ;-0, come, come, come; what, ho!
[They draw ANTONY up. Come, your lord calls.
And welcome, welcome ! die where thou hast liv'd:
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, Enter four or five of the Guard.
Thus would I wear them out. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra All.
A heavy sight! bides;
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: *Tis the last service that I shall command you. Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. 1 Guard. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, live to wear
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, All your true followers out.
Provok'd by my offence.
One word, sweet queen : Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.-0! To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome Cleo. They do not go together. Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Gentle, hear me; Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius. I have led you oft; carry me pow, good friends, Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; And have my thanks for all.
None about Cæsar. [Ereunt, bearing Antony. Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, SCENE XIII.-The Same. A Monument. In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
The noblest : and do now not basely die,
My countryman,—a Roman, by a Roman
No, I will not. Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going : All strange and terrible events are welcome,
I can no more.
(Dies. But comforts we despise ; our size of sorrow,
Noblest of men, woo't die? Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty ?-0, see, my women,
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught ; The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys and girls Patience is sottish; and impatience does Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin And there is nothing left remarkable
To rush into the secret house of death, Beneath the visiting moon.
(She faints. Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you, women? Char.
O, quietness, lady! What, what ? good cheer! Why, how now, CharIras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
My noble girls !—Ah, women, women! look, Iras.
Madam,— Our lamp is spent, it's out :-Good sirs, take Char. O madam, madam, madam!
[To the Guard below. Iras.
Royal Egypt! We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's Empress !
noble, Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and com- | And make Death proud to take us. Come, away: manded
This case of that huge spirit now is cold. By such poor passion as the maid that milks, Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend And does the meanest chares.—It were for me But resolution, and the briefest end. To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ;
[Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's To tell them that this world did equal theirs,