Imatges de pàgina

The courage of a woman; lefs noble-minded
Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cefar tells,
"I'm conqueror of my felf." Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I fhould fee behind me
Th' inevitable profecution of disgrace

And horrour, that on my command thou then
Wouldft kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou ftrik'ft not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The Gods with-hold me!

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Shall I do That, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,

Wouldft thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy mafter thus with pleacht arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd

To penetrative fhame: whilft the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cafar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that enfued?

Eros. I would not fee't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd, Draw that thy honeft fword, which thou haft worn Moft ufeful for thy Country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me,

Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not


To do this when I bad thee? do it at once,
Or thy precedent fervices are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

Ant. Lo thee.

[Turning from him.

Eros. My fword is drawn.

Ant. Then let it do at once

The thing why thou haft drawn it.
Eros. My dear Master,

My Captain, and my Emp'ror! Let me fay,
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, farewel.

Ant. 'Tis faid, man,

and farewel.


Shall I strike now?

Eros. Farewel, great Chief.
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then
Thus I do escape the forrow
Of Antony's death.

Ant. Thrice nobler than my felf! Thou teachest me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave inftruction 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

[Eros kills himself.


[Falling on his fword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead? The Guard-ho!-oh, dispatch me.

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 ftar is faln.

I Guard. And time is at his period!

All. Alas, and woe!

Ant. Let him, that loves me, ftrike me dead,

I Guard. Not I.

2 Guard. Nor I.

3 Guard. Nor any one.


Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This fword but fhewn to Cafar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Where's Antony?

Der. There, Diomed, there.

Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man?
Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy fword, and

give me Sufficing ftrokes for death.

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Dio. Moft abfolute Lord,

My Mistress Cleopatra fent me to thee,
Ant. When did fhe fend thee?

Dio. Now, my Lord.

Ant. Where is the?

Dio. Lockt in her Monument. She had a prophefying fear

Of what hath come to pafs; for when the faw,
(Which never fhall be found) you did suspect
She had difpos'd with Cafar; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, the fent word fhe was dead.
But fearing fince how it might work, hath fent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
I dread, too late.

Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I pr'ythee.

Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's Guard. The Guard, what, hoa! Come, your Lord calls.

Enter the Guard.

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the laft fervice that I fhall command you.

Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out.

All. Moft heavy day!

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp Fate

To grace it with your forrows. 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 changes to a magnificent Monument.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. H Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Cleo. No, I will not:

All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But-comforts we defpife; our fize of forrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.


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Enter Diomedes.

How now? is he dead?

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o'th' other fide your Monument, His Guard have brought him thither.

Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.

Cleo. O thou Sun,

Burn the great Sphere thou mov'ft in!-darkling ftand
The varying fhore o'th' world! O Antony!

Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends,
Below; let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace.

Not Cæfar'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, Egypt, dying; only yet
(55) I here importune death a while, until
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I lay upon thy lips. Come down.


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(55) I here importune Death a while, until
Of many thousand Kiffes the poor laft
I lay upon thy Lips.

Cleo. I dare not, dear,


Dear my Lord, pardon; I dare not,

Leaft I be taken.] What curious hobbling Verfification do we encounter here in the last Line but one? Befides, how inconfiftenty is


Cleo. I dare not,

(Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not;) Left I be taken; not th'imperious fhew

Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever fhall

Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, ferpents, have
Edge, fting, or operation, I am fafe:
Your Wife Octavia, with her modeft eyes
And still conclufion, fhall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But, come, come, Antony,
Help me, my women; we must draw thee up-
Affift, good friends.

Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's fport, indeed! how heavy weighs my Lord!

Our ftrength is all gone into heaviness,
That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's Power,
The ftrong-wing'd Mercury fhould fetch thee up,
And fet thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little,
Withers 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. O heavy fight!

the Lady made to reply? Antony fays, he only holds Life, 'till he can give her one laft Kifs: and She cries, She dares not: What dares She not do? Kifs Antony? But how fhould She? She was above lock'd in her Monument; and He below, on the Outside of it. With a very flight Addition, I think, I can cure the whole; and have a Sort of Warrant from Plutarch for it into the Bargain,

I here importune Death awhile, until
Of many thousand Kiffes the poor laft
I lay upon thy Lips. Come down.
Cleo. I dare not,


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(Dear, dear my Lord, your Pardon, that I dare"note;)
Least I be taken.

Now Plutarch fays, that "Antony was carried in his Men's Arms into the Entry of the Monument: Notwithstanding, Cleopatra would not


open the Gates, but came to the high Windows, and caft out certain "Chains and Ropes, &c." So that Antony might very reasonably defire her to come down; and She as reasonably excufe herself, for fear of being infnared by Cafar.


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