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Unto an enemy's triumph
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Our selves to end our felves.

Enter Mardian.
Oh thy vile lady!
Sh' has robb’d me of my fwordó

Mar. No, Antony,
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.

Ant. Hence, fawcy eunuch, peace,
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once,
And that she has difcharg'd. What thou wouldit do
Is done unto thy hand; the laft she spake
Was Antony ! noft noble Antony !
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips ; she rendred life,
Thy name so buried in her,

Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's talk is done,
And we must fleep; that thou depart'ft hence safe

(To Mardian, Does pay thy labour richly; go. Pluck off;[Èxit 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, Crack thy frail case! apace, Eros, apace, No more a soldier-bruised pieces, go; (Unarming bimself. You have been nobly born, from me a while,-[Ex.Éroc, I will o'er-take thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So't must be, for now All length is torture ; fince thy torch is out, Lye down and stray no further. Now all labour Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles It self with strength ; Neep 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 Sicbæus * fhall want troops,
And all the haugt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!

Enter Eros.
Eros. What would my Lord ?

Ant. Since Cleopatra died,
I live 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 my self, to lack
The courage of a woman ; less noble-minded
Than she which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
I'm 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 it, for the time is come :
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat’s.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The Gods with-hold me!
Shall I do that which all the Partbian darts,
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,
Wouldit thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleacht arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cæfar 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 honeft sword, which thou haft worn
Most useful for thy country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'it thou not then To do this when I bad theç? do it at once,

Conjux ubi priftinus illi
P. (pondet curis, æquatque Sickaus amorem.

Virg. Æn lib, vi v. 473.

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Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpropos 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 bima Eros. My sword is drawn.

Ant. Then let it do
The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros. My dear master,
My captain, and my Emp'ror ! Let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farewel!

Ant. 'Tis said, man, and farewel!
Eros. Farewel, great chief! Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.

Eros. Why, there then thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.

[Eros kills himself Ant. Thrice nobler than my self! Thou teachest me, oh valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'At not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction 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 swords I learnt of thee.--How, not yet dead ? not dead ? The guard-bow!oh dispatch me!

SCENE XII. Enter Dercetas and Guard.
i Guard, What's the noise ?

Ant. I've done my work ill, friends ; O make an end Of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The star is fall’n.
I Guard. And time is at his period.
All. Alas, and woe!
Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.
I Guard. Not I.
2 Guard. Not I,
3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunte Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cafar, with these tidings,

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Enter Diomedes,
Dio. Where's Antony ?
Der. There, Diomed, there.
Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer ?

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy sword, and give Sufficing strokes for deach.

[me Dio. Most absolute Lord, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

Ant. When did she send thee?
Dio. Now, my Lord.
Ant. Where is the ?

Dio. Lockt in her monument.
She had, alas ! a prophesying fear
Of what hath come to pass ; for when the law
(Which never shall be found) you did suspect
She had dispos’d with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, the sent word she was dead :
But 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 proythee.

Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's guard. The guard, what, 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 are we, Sir, 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 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 my thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Antony.

SCENE XIII. A magnificent Monument,

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above. Cleo. Oh Cbarmian, I will never go from hence. Cbar. Be comforted, dear Madam.

Cleo.

[hoa!

Cleo. No, I will not ::
All ftrange and terrible events' are welcome,
But comforts we despise ; our size 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 Gide, his guard have brought him hither.

Enter Antony born by the Guard.
Cleo. O thou fun,
Turn from the sphere thou mov'it in! darkling stand
The varying shore o'th' world ! O Antony !
Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; help, friends,
Below there, let us draw him hither.

Ant. Peace.
Not Cæsar'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 fo!

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying ; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the

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last I lay upon thy lips. Come down,

Cleo. I dare not,
Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon that I dare not,
Left I be taken; not th' imperious shew
Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents have
Edge, operation, or iting, I am safe :
Your wife OEtavia, with her modeft eyes
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But come, ci me, Antony,
(Help me, my women) we mult draw thee up
Alft, 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 heavinels,
That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
The strong-wing d Mercury should fetch thee up,

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