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Mar. No, Antony,
Ant. Hence, fawcy eunuch, peace,
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once,
Ant. Dead then ?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's talk is done,
(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,
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,
Eros. The Gods with-hold me!
Eros. I would not see't.
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
Virg. Æn lib, vi v. 473.
Or thy precedent services are all
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance
[Turning from bima Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do
Eros. My dear master,
Ant. 'Tis said, man, and farewel!
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.
Ant. I've done my work ill, friends ; O make an end Of what I have begun.
2 Guard. The star is fall’n.
[Exeunte Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cafar, with these tidings,
Shall enter me with him.
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. Lockt in her monument.
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. No, I will not ::
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out
Enter Antony born by the Guard.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying ; only yet
last I lay upon thy lips. Come down,
Cleo. I dare not,
Ant. Oh quick, or I am gone.