And fet thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little,
Wishers were ever fools. Oh come, come, come
[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra,
And welcome, welcome! Die where thou haft liv'd,
Quicken with kiffing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

All. Oh heavy fight!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Give me fome wine, and let me speak a little.
Cleo. No, let me fpeak, and let me rail fo high,
That the false hufwife Fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, fweet Queen.

Of Cæfar feek your honour, with your safety.
Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me ;

None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My refolution and my hands I'll truft,
None about Cefar.

Ant. The miferable change now at my end,
Lament nor forrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes,
Wherein I liv'd; the greatest Prince o'th' world,
The nobleft once; and now not bafely die,
Nor cowardly put off my helmet to

My countryman; a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my fpirit is going;
I can no more

Cleo. Nobleft of men!

-woo't die?

Haft thou no care of me? fhall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a ftye? O fee, my women!
The crown o'th' earth doth melt

[Antony dies,

my Lord!

Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The foldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men ; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable,

Beneath the vifiting moon.

Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady.

Iras. She is dead too, our Sovereign,

[She faints.

Char

Char. Lady!

Iras. Madam!

Char. Oh Madam, Madam!

Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress!
Cleo. Peace, peace, Iras.

No more but a meer woman, and commanded
By fuch poor paffion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my scepter at th' injurious Gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
"Till they had ftoll'n our jewel. All's but nought
Patience is fottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin,
To rush into the fecret house of death,

Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women?
What? what? good cheer! why, how now, Charmian?
My noble girls? -ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out- good Sirs, take heart,
We'll bury him: and then what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.

Come away,

This cafe of that huge spirit now is cold.

Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend,
But refolution, and the briefeft end.

[Exeunt bearing off Antony's body.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Proculeius,

Caf.

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Gallus, and Train.

O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield,

I Being fo fruftrate, tell him, he but mocks The pauses that he makes.

Dol. Cæfar, I fhall.

[Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas with the fword of Antony.

Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar❜ft Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas,

Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy

Beft to be ferv'd; whilst he stood up, and spoke,
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He was my mafter, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæfar: If thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.

Caf. What is't thou fay'ft?

Der. I fay, oh Cæfar, Antony is dead.

Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing fhould make A greater crack in nature. The round world Should have fhook lions into civil ftreets, And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony Is not a single doom, in that name lay A moiety of the world.

Der. He is dead, Cafar,

Not by a publick minifter of juftice,
Nor by a hired knife: but that felf-hand
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,

Hath with the courage which the heart did lend it
Splitted the heart it felf. This is his fword,

I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd
With his moft noble blood.

Caf. Look you fad, friends?

The Gods rebuke me but it is a tiding
To wash the eyes of Kings.

Agr. And ftrange it is,

That nature muft compel us to lament

Our most perfifted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours

Weigh'd equal in him.

Gods, will give us Cæfar is touch'd. mirror's fet before him,

Agr. A rarer fpirit never
Did fteer humanity; but you,
Some faults to make us men.
Mec. When fuch a fpacious
He needs muft fee himself.
Caf. O Antony!
I've follow'd thee to this
Difeafes in our bodies. I must perforce
Have fhewn to thee fuch a declining day,

but we do launce

Or look'd on thine; we could not ftall together
In the whole world, But yet let me lament

With tears as fovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou my brother, my competitor,
In top of all defign, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine its thoughts did kindle ; that
Unreconciliable fhould divide

our ftars

Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends-
But I will tell you at fome meeter feafon.

The bufinefs of this man looks out of him,

We'll hear him what he fays. Now whence are you?
Enter an Ægyptian,

Egypt. A poor Ægyptian yet; the Queen my mistress Confin'd in all the has (her monument)

Of thy intents defires inftruction,

That the preparedly may frame her felf
To th' way fhe's forc'd to.

Caf. Bid her have good heart;

She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours,
How honourably and how kindly we

Determine for her. For Cafar cannot live
To be ungentle.

Egypt. May the Gods preferve thee!

Caf. Come hither, Proculeius, go and fay

We purpose her no fhame; give her what comforts
The quality of her paffion fhall require ;
Left in her greatness by fome mortal ftroke
She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Would be eternaling our triumph. Go,

And with your speedieft bring us what the fays,

And how you find of her.

Pro. Cafar, I shall.

[Exi

[Exit Pro.

Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, [Exit Gal.

To fecond Proculeius ?

All. Dolabella!

Caf. Let him alone; for I remember now
How he's employ'd: he fhall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent, where you fhall fee
How hardly I was drawn into this war,
How calm and gentle I proceeded ftill
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In all my writings. Go with me, and fee

What I can fhew in this.

SCENE II. The Monument.

[Exeunt

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and
Seleucus, above.

Cleo. My defolation does begin to make
A better life; 'tis paltry to be Cæfar:
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great,
To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change,
Which makes us fleep, nor palate more the dug
O'th' beggar's 'nurfe and Cafar's.

Enter Proculeius, and Gallus, below.

Pro. Cafar fends greeting to the Queen of Ægypt, And bids thee ftudy on what fair demands

Thou mean'ft to have him grant thee.

Cleo. What's thy name?

Pro. My name is Proculeius.

Cleo. Antony

Did tell me of you, bad me truft you, but

I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,

That have no ufe for trufting. If your mafter

Would have a Queen his beggar, you must tell him,

That majefty, to keep decorum, muft

No lef beg than a kingdom: if he pleafe
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my fon,
He gives me fo much of mine own, as I
Will kneel for to him with thanks.

Pro. Be of good cheer:

You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing;
Make your full ref'rence freely to my Lord,
Who is fo full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need. Let me report to him
Your fweet dependency, and you shall find
A conqu❜ror that will pray in aid * for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Praving in aid is a Law-term ufed for a petition made in a Court of Juftice for the calling in of help from another that hath an intereft in the cause in question.

Cleo.