Imatges de pàgina

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Our selves to end our felves. On the vile Lady!

Enter Mardian.
She has robb'd me of


Mar. No, Antony,
My Mistress lov'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With chine intirely.

Ant. Hence, iawcy Eunuch, peace, she hath betraid me, And she shall die the death.

Mar. Death of one Person can be paid but once,
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; the rendred Life
Thy Name so buried in her.

Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long Day's task is done,
And we must fleep; that thou depart'st hence safe
Does pay thy labour richly; go. Oh, pluck off,

[Exit Mardian. The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my Heart. Oh cleave my fides. Heart, once be stronger than thy Continent, Unarming himself. Crack thy frail Case. Apace, Eros, apace, No more a Soldier-bruised pieces go, You have been nobly born; from me a while. [Exit Eros. I will o'er-cake thec, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is Torture; since the Torch is out, Lye down and stray no farther. Now all labour Marrs what it does, yea, very force entang It self with strength; seal then and all is done. Eros! I come, my Queen-Eros! Stay for me, Where Souls do couch on Flowers, we'll Hand in Hand, And with our sprightly Port make the Ghosts gaze; Dido, and her Æneas fhall want Troops, And all the haunt be ouis,

Come, Eros, Eros!


Enter Eros.
Eros. What would my Lord?

Anti 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 Back
With Ships, made Cities, condemn myself, to lack
The Courage of a Woman; less noble minded
Than she which, by her death, our Cafar tells,
I am Conqueror of my self. Thou art sworn Eros, ,
That when the exigent should come, which now,
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable Prosecution of disgrace
And horrour, that on my command, thou then
Wouldst kill me. Do't, the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'till Cafar thou defeat'lt.
Put colour in my Cheek.

Eros. The Gods with-hold me,
Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
Though Enemy, loft aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,
Wouldlt thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy Mafter thus with pleacht Arms, bending down
His corrigible Neck, his Face subdu'd
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheeld feat
Of fortunate Cafar 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. Draw that thy honest Sword which thou hast worn Most useful for thy Country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, fworst thou not then
To do this when I bad chee? Do it at once,
Or thy precedent Services are all
But accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole World lyes.
Ant. Lo thee.

[Turning from him. Eros. My Sword is drawn.


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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, farewel.

Ant. 'Tis said, Man, and farewel.
Eros. Farewel, great Chief. Shall I ftrike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why there then-

[Eros kills himself. Thus I do escape the sorrow of Antony's death.

Ant. Thrice nobler than my self, Thou teacheft me, oh valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave Instru&ion 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 learnt of thee. How, not dead? not dead? The Guard- -how! oh dispatch me.

Enter Decretas and Guard. I 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 falo.
I Guard. And time is at his Period.
All. Alas, and woe!
Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.
1 Guard. Not I.
2 Gward. Not I.
3 Guard. Nor any one.

Dec. Thy death and fortunes bid thy Followers fly.
This Sword but shewn to Cefar with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.

Enten Diomedes, Dio. Where's Antony? Dec. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, Man? Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy Sword, and

give me Sufficing Itrokes for death.

Die. VOL. VI.

Dio. Most absolute Lord,
My Mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant. When did she send thee?
Dio. Now, my Lord.
Ant. Where is she?

Dio. Lockt in her Monument. She had a prophesying Fear
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw,
Which never shall be found, you did suspe&t
She had dispos’d with Cafar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, se sent you word she was dead:
Bur fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
I dread, too late.

Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard I prethee.

Dio. What hoL the Emperor's Guard.
The Guard, what hoa! Come, your Lord calls.

Enter the Guard.
Ant. Bear me, good Friends, where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

Guard. Woe! woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true Followers out.

All. Most heavy day!

Art. Nay, good my Fellows, do not please sharp Fate
To grace it with your Sorrows. Bid that welcome
Which 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


thanks for all. (Exeunt bearing Antony.



SCENE A magnificent Monument.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. O

H Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Cleo. No, I will not :
All strange and terrible Events are welcome,
But Comforts we despise; our fize of sorrow


Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.

Enter Diomedes.
How now? Is he dead?

Dio. His Death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o'th' other-side your Monument, His Guard haye brought him hither.

Enter Antony, born by the Guard.
Cleo. O Sun,
Burn the great Sphere thou mov'ft in, darkling stand
The varying Shore o'th'World. O Antony! Antony! Antowy!
Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; help, Friends,
Below, let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace,
Not Caefar's Valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
But Antony hath triumpht on himself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony, but woe'tis so.

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only
I here importune Death awhile, 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,
Left I be taken; not th’imperious shew
Of the full-fortun'd Cafar, ever fall
Be brooch'd with me; if Knife, Drugs, Serpents have
Edge, Sting, or Operation, I am fafe:
Your Wife Otavia, with her modeft Eyes, y
And still conclusion, thall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But, come, come, Antony,
Help me, my Women, we must draw thee up
Alift, good Friends

Ant. Oh 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 Power, The strong wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, Wilhers were ever Fools. Oh come, come, come

[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. F


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