THIRD SOLDIER

Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.

SECOND SOLDIER

Hear you, sir?

FIRST SOLDIER

The hand of death hath raught him.

Drums afar off. Hark! the drums

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

Upon the hills adjoining to the city

Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven. [Go we up]
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

SCENE XI

ANOTHER PART OF THE SAME

Enter CESAR and his army.

Exeunt.

CÆSAR

But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take 't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,

And hold our best advantage.

SCENE XII

ANOTHER PART OF THE SAME

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

Exeunt.

ANTONY

Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand,

I shall discover all I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 't is like to go.

SCARUS

Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
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.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.

Re-enter ANTONY.

ANTONY

All is lost;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 't is thou
Hast sold 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; begone.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Exit Scarus.

Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets.
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, -

Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!

CLEOPATRA

Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?

ANTONY

Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians :
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown.
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.

Exit Cleopatra.

'T is well thou 'rt gone,

If it be well to live; but better 't were
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon;

And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:

Antony and Cleopatra.

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To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot; she dies for 't. Eros, ho!

Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd

CHARMIAN

To the monument!

There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting

Than greatness going off.

CLEOPATRA

To the monument!

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;

Say, that the last I spoke was « Antony »,

And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death. To the monument!

Exeunt.