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Wash the congealment from your Wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gathes whole. Give me thy Hand.[To Scarus.
To this great Faiery, I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o'th'World,
Chain mine arm’d Neck, leap thou, Attire and all
Through proof of Harness to my Heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo. Lord of Lords,
Oh infinite Virtue, com'st thou smiling from
The World's great Snare uncaught.
Ant. My Nightingale,
We have beat them to their Beds. What, Girl, though gray
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’we
A brain that nourishes our Nerves, and can
Get gole for gole of Youth. Behold this Man,
Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand,
Kifs it my Warrior: He hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of Mankind, had
Destroyed in such a shape.
Cleo. I'll give thee, Friend,
An Armour all of Gold; it was a King's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phæbus Car. Give me thy Hand,
Through Alexandria make a jolly march,
Bear our hackt Targets, like the Men that owe them.
Had our great Palace the capacity
To Camp this hoaft, we all would sup together,
And drink Carowses to the next Day's Fate
Wich promises Royal Peri!. Trumpeters
With brazen din blast you the Cities Ear.
Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
That Heav'n and Earth may strike their founds together,
Applauding our Approach.
S CE N E V.
Enter a century, and his Company, Enobarbus follows.
Cent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must return to th'Court of Guard; the Night
Is thing, and they say, we shall embattel
By th' second Hour i'th' Morn.
I Watch. This last day was a shrewd one to's.
Eno. Oh bear me witness Night.
2 Warch. What Man is this?
1 Watch. Stand close, and lift him.
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed Moon,
When Men revolted shall upon Record
Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did
Before thy Face repent.
3 Watch. Peace; hark further.
Eno. Oh Sovereign Mistress of true Melancholy,
The poisonous damp of Night dispunge upon me,
That Life, a very Rebel to my Will,
May hang no longer on me, Throw my Heart
Against the flint and hardness of my Fault,
Which being dried with Grief, will break to Powder,
And finish all foul Thoughts. Oh Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular,
But let the World rank me in Register
A Malter-leaver, and a Fugitive:
Oh Antony! Oh Antony !
[Dies. 1 Watch. Let's speak to him.
Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar.
2 Watch. Let's do so, but he sleeps.
Cent. Swoons rather, for so bad a Prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
I Watch. Go we to him.
2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us,
I Watch. Hear you, Sir?
Cent. The Hand of death hath caught him.
[Drums afar off.
Hark how the Drums demurely wake the Sleepers:
Let us bear him to th'Court of Guard; he is of note.
Our Hour is fully out.
2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet. (Exeuni.
SC EN E
S CE N E VI. Between the two Camps,
Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.
Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We please them not by Land.
Scar. For both, my Lord.
Ant, I would they'd fight i'th'Fire, or in the Air,
We'd fight there too. But this it is, our Foot
Upon the Hills adjoining to the City
Shall stay with us. Order for Sea is given,
They have put forth the Haven; Further on,
Where their appointment we may beft discover,
And look on their endeavour.
Enter Cæsar, and his Army.
Caf. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by Land,
Which as I take't we Thall; for his best force
Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
And hold our best Advantage.
[Exeunt. [Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight.
Enter Antony, and Scarus.
Ant. Yet they are not join'd:
Where yond Pine stands, I shall discover all.
I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.
Scar. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's Sails their Nests. The Auguries
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.
[Exit. S CE N E VII. Alexandria.
Ant. All is loft!
This foul Agyptian hath betrayed me !
My Fleet hath yielded to the Foe, and yonder,
They cast their Caps up, and Carowse together
Like Friends long loft. Triple-turn'd Whore! 'tis thou
Haft fold 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, be gone.
Oh Sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here
Do we shake Hands -All come to this! The Hearts
That pannelled me at Heals, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do dis-candy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cafar: And this Pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this false Soul of Ægypt! this grave
Whose Eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home:
Whose Bosom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipfie, hath at fast and loose
Beguild me, to the very Heart of loss.
What Eros, Eros!
Ah, thou Spell! Avant.
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cafar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to th’ shouting Plebeians ;
Follow his Chariot, ļike the greatest Spot
Of all thy Sex. Most Monster like be Thewe
For poor'ft Diminutives, for Dolts; and let
Patient O&avia plough thy Visage up
With her prepared Nails. '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, hoa!
The thirt of Neffus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Licas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with those hands that graspt the heaviest Club,
Subdue my worthiest felf. The Witch thall die;
To the young Roman Boy the hath fold me, and I fall
Under his Plot: She dies for't. Eros, hoa ! [Exit.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Help me, my Women! Oh he is more mad
Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Thessaly
Was never so imboft.
Char. To th’Monument, there lock your self,
And send him word you are dead:
The Soul and Body rive not more in parting,
Than greatness going
Cleo. To th' Monument;
Mardian, go tell him I have flain my self,
Say, that the last I spoke was Antony,
And word it, prethee, pitiously. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death to th’Monument.
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Cleopatra's Palace.
Enter Antony and Eros.
Ant. Eros, thou yıt 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 Cittadel, 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 The Rack dislimn's, and makes it indistine As water is in water
Eros. It do's, my Lord.
Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even such a Body; here I am Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my Knave
I made these wars for Ægypt, and the Queen,
Whose Heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine, had annext unto't
A Million more, now loft; she, Eros, has
Packt Cards with Cæfar, and false plaid my Glory
Unto an Enemy's Triumph.