1. G. Woe are we, fir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out.

all. -Moft heavy day!

ANT. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate, Το grace it with your forrows: bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it

Seeming to bear it lightly.
I have led you oft; carry

Take me up:
me now, good friends,

And have my thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Antony.

SCENE X. The fame. A Monument.
Enter, at a Window, above,: CLEOPATRA,
CHARMIAN, and IRAS.

CLE. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
CHA. Be comforted, dear madam.

CLE. No, I will not:

All ftrange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we defpife; our fize of forrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
Enter DIOMEDE.

As that which makes it. How now? is he dead?
DIO. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out
O'the other fide your monument,—But see,

His guard have brought him hither.

Enter ANTONY, born by the Guard.

CLE. O fun, fun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'ft in! darkling stand
The varying fhore o'the world! O Antony,

Antony, Antony !Charmian, help; help, Iras;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
ANT. -Peace:

Not Cæfar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,

But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.

CLE. So it fhould be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; But woe 'tis fo!
ANT. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kiffes the poor laft
I lay upon thy lips: Come down.

CLE. I dare not,

(Dear, dear my lord, your pardon that I dare not) Left I be taken: Not the imperious fhew

Of the full-fortun'd Cafar ever shall

Be broocht with me; if knives, drugs, ferpents, have
Edge, fting, or operation, I am safe:

Your wife Octavia, with her modeft eyes,
And still conclufion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,
Help me, my women, we must draw thee up;
Affift, good friends.

[Cleopatra, and her Women, throw out certain Tackle; into which the People below put Antony, and he is drawn up.

ANT. O, quick, or I am gone.

CLE. Here's fport,indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!

Our ftrength is all gone into heaviness,

That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power,
The ftrong-wing'd Mercury fhould fetch thee up,
And fet thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little,
Withers were ever fools; o, come, come, come;
And welcome, welcome! die, where thou haft liv'd:
Quicken with kiffing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

all. A heavy fight!

ANT. -I am dying, Egypt, dying:

Give me fome wine, and let me speak a little.
CLE. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the falfe hufwife fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

ANT. -One word, sweet Queen:

Of Cæfar feek your honour, with your fafety. O!
CLE. They do not go together.

ANT. -Gentle, hear me:

None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius.

CLE. My refolution, and my hands, I'll trust,
None about Cæfar.

ANT. The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor forrow at: but please your thoughts,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd; the greateft prince o'the world,
The nobleft: and do now not bafely die,
Not 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.

CLE. -Nobleft of men, wou't die?
Haft thou no care of me? fhall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy abfence is
No better than a fty ?_O, fee, my women,
The crown o'the earth doth melt:

[finks.

[Ant. dies.

My lord! —

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The foldier's pole is fall'n; young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men: the odds is gone,

And there is nothing left remarkable

Beneath the visiting moon.

CHA.-O, quietness, lady.

[Cleopatra fwoons.

IRA. She is dead too, our fovereign.

F

CHA. -Lady,

IRA. Madam,

CHA. O madam, madam, madam !

IRA. Royal Egypt!

Emperefs!

CHA. -Peace, peace, Iras.

[feeing her recover.

CLE. No more but e'en a woman; and commanded

By fuch poor paffion, as the maid that milks,
And does the meaneft chares. It were for me,
To throw my scepter at the injurious gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
'Till they had ftoln our jewel. All's but naught:
Patience is fottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: Then is it fin,

To rush into the fecret houfe 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 firs, take heart:_
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.

Come, away:

This cafe of that huge spirit now is cold.

Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But refolution, and the briefeft end.

[Exeunt; thofe above bearing off the Body.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Camp before Alexandria.
Enter CESAR, with DOLABELLA, AGRIPPA,
MECENAS, Gallus, PROCULEIUS, and Others.

CS. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being fo fruftrated, tell him, he mocks

The pauses that he makes..

DoL.-Cæfar, I fhall.

[Exit DOLABELLA.

Enter DERCETAS, with Antony's Sword.

CAS. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st Appear thus to us?

DER.-I am call'd Dercetas ;

Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy

Beft to be ferv'd: whilft he ftood up, and spoke,
He was my mafter; 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 Cafar; if thou pleaseft not,
I yield thee up my life.

CAS.-What is't thou fay'ft?

DER. I fay, o Cafar, Antony is dead.

CAS. The breaking of fo great a thing should make A greater crack in nature: the round world

Should have fhook lions into civil ftreets,
And citizens to their dens: The death of Antony
Is not a fingle doom; in that name lay
A moiety of the world.

DER. He is dead, Cæfar;

Not by a publick minifter 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 itself. This is his fword,

I rob'd his wound of it; behold it ftain'd

With his moft noble blood.

CAS.-Look you fad, friends?