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Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us | Our selves to end our selves. Oh the vile Lady!
Enter Mardian. She has robb'd me of
Mar. No, Antony,
My Mistress lov'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.
Ant. Hence, fawcy Eunuch, peace, she hath betraid me, And the 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 fo buried in her.
Ant. Dead then ?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the.long Day's task is done,
And we must sleep; 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-take thee, 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 entangles It self with strength; feal 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!
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 pallats more the dung,
The Beggar's Nurse, and Cafar's.
Pro. Cæfar sends greeting to the Queen of Ægypt,
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him
Cleo. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Did tell me of you, bad me trust you, but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd
That have no use for trusting. If your
Would have a Queen his Beggar, you must tell him,
That Majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg ihan a Kingdom: If he please
To give me conquer'd Ægypt for my Son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
Pro. Be of good cheer:
You're faln into a princely Hand, fear nothing,
Make 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 dependency, and you shall find
A Conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for Grace is kneeld to,
Cleo. Pray you tell him,
I am his Fortunes Vallal, and I send him
The greatness he has got.
I hourly learn
A Do&rine of Obedience, and would gladly
Look him i'th Face.
Pro. This I'll report, dear Lady,
Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
Of him that caus'd it.
Char. You see how easily she may be surpris’d:
Guard her 'till Cæfar come.
Iras. Royal Queen.
Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queen,
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands,
Pro. Hold, worthy Lady, hold:
Do not your self 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
Th' undoing of your self : Let the World fee
His Nobleness well acted, which
Will never let come forth.
Cleo. Where art thou, Death?
Come hither, come: Oh! Come, and take the Queen
Babes and Beggars.
Pro. Oh temperance, Lady.
Cleo. Sir, I will eat po meat, I'll not drink, Sir:
If idle talk will once be necessary,
l'll not sleep neither. Tis mortal house 111 ruir,
Do Cafar what he can. Know, Sir, that I
Will not wait pinnion'd at your Master's Court,
Not once to be chastis'd with the fober Eye
Of dull Oktavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And shew me to the shouting Varlotry
Of censuring Rome? rather a ditch in Ægypt.
But gentle, Grave, unto me : rather on Nilus mud
Lay me stark-nak'd, and let the water-Flies
Blow me into abhorring : rather make
My Country's high Pyramides my Gibbet,
And hang me up in Chains.
Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than
Find cause in Cæfar.
What thou haft done, my Master Cafar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: as for the Queen,
I'll take her to my Guard.
Pro. So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best; be gentle to her :
To Cesar I will speak what you hall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
Cieo. Say, I would die.
Dol. Moft Noble Empress, you have heard of me.
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly you know me,
Cleo. No matter, Sir, what I have heard or known:
You laugh when Boys or Women tell their Dreams,
Is't not your trick?
Dol. I understand not, Madam.
Cleo. I Dreamt there was an Emperor Antony;
Oh such another Sleep, that I might see
But such another Man.
Dol. If it might please ye
Cleo. His Face was as the Heav'ns, and therein stuck A Sun and Moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little o'th' Earth
Dol. Most Sovereign Creatures
Cleo. His Legs bestrid the Ocean, his rear'd Arm
Crested the World : his Voice was propertied
As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends :
But when he meant to quail, and shake the Orb,
He was as ratling Thunder. For his bounty,
There was no Winter in't. An Antony it was,
That grew the more by reaping : his delights
Were Dolphin-like, they shew'd his back above
The Element they liv'd in; In his Livery
Walk'd Crowns and Crownets : Realms and Iflands
As Plates dropt from his Pocket.
Cleo. Think you there was, or might be such a Man As this I dreamt of?
Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
Cleo. You lie up to the hearing of the gods;
But if there be, or ever were one fuch,
It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff
To vy strange forms with Fancy, yet t'imagine
An Antony were Nature's piece, 'gainst Fancy,
Condemning Shadows quite.
Dol. Hear me, good Madam :
Your loss is as your self, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
O'er-take pursu'd Success, but I do feel
By the rebound of yours, a grief that suits
My very Heart at Root.
Cleo. I thank
Know you what Cafar means to do with me?
Dol. I amloth to tell you what, I would you knew.
Cleo. Nay, pray you, Sir.
Dol. Though he be honourable.
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph.
Dol. Madam, he will, I know't.
Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Mecænas, Proculeius and Attendants.
Allo Make way thereCæfar.
Cef. Which is the Queen of Ægypt?
Dol. It is the Emperor, Madam.
[Cleo. kneels. Caf. Arise, you shall not kneel : I pray you rise, rise, e£gypt.
Cleo. Sir, the gods will have it thus,
My Master and my Lord I must obey.
Cafo Take to you no hard thoughts,
The Record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our Flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.
Cleo. Sole Sir o'th' World,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear, but do confess. I have
Been laden with like frailties, which before
Have often sham'd our Sex.
Caf. Cleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than inforcé :
you apply your self to our intents,
Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find
A benefit' in this change, but if you seek
To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking
Antony's course, you shall bereave your self
Of my good purposes, and put your Children
To that deftruation which I'll guard them from,
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
Cleo. And may through all the World : 'tis yours, and we
Your Scutcheons, and your figns of Conquest shall
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good Lord.
Cef. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the brief : of Mony, Plate, and Jewels
I am pofsest of, 'is exactly valued,
Not petty things admitted. Where's Selencas ?