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We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city

Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is giv'n;
They have put forth the haven: further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter Cæfar, and his Army.

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

And hold our best advantage.

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[Alarm afar off, as at a fea-fight.

Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd:

Where yond pine ftands, I fhall discover all,

I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit. Scar. Swallows have built.

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The Augurs

Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly, And dare not fpeak 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.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Ant.

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Enter Antony.

LL's loft! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me! My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They caft their caps up, and caróufe together Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Haft fold 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, be gone. Oh, Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more: Fertune and Antony part here, even here

Do

Do we shake hands all come to this!the hearts,
(30) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cefar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.

Oh, this falfe foul of Egypt! this

gay charm, Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home, Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end, Like a right Gipfy, hath at faft and loofe

Beguil'd me to the

What, Eros, Eros !

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Ah! thou fpell! avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cefar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest fpot
Of all thy fex. Most monster-like, be fhewn
For poor'ft diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy vifage up

With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone;
[Exit Cleopatra.
If it be well to live. But better 'twere,
Thou fell'ft into my fury; for one death

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That pannell'd me at Heels. &c.] Pannelling at Heels must mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuck a Senfe? Pannel, fignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will fuit with the Allufion here requifite; viz. That Roll or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is call'd empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscot; and a Packfaddle for Beasts of Burden. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare must certainly have wrote;

That pantler'd me at Heels;

i. e run after me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally fignified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread. But is ufed by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. Mr. Warburton.

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Might

Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthieft felf. The witch fhall die;
To the young Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his plot: fhe dies for't. Eros, hoa! [Exit.

Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his fhield; the boar of Theffaly Was never fo imbost.

Char. To th' Monument,

There lock yourself, and fend him word you're dead The foul and body rive not more in parting,

Than greatnefs going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument:

Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself;
Say, that the laif I fpoke was Antony

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And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To tl' Monument.

Re-enter Antony, and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me.

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

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Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonith ;. A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, a blue promontory

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air. Thou'ft feen thefe figns, They are black Vefper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horse, ev'n with a thought The rack diflimns, and makes it indiftinct

As water is in water.

`Eros.

Eros. It does, my Lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Ev'n fuch a body; here I'm Antony,

Yet cannot hold this yifible fhape, my

knave.

I made these wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whofe heart, I thought, I had, (for fhe had mine;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now loft!) fhe, Eros, has

Pack'd cards with Cafar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eras, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

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Sh' has robb'd me of

Mar. No, Antony,

My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortune's mingled
With thine intirely.

Ant. Hence, faucy Eunuch, peace, the hath betray'd me, And the fhall die the death.

Mar. Death of one perfon can be paid but once, And that he has difcharg'd. What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the laft the spake

Was, Antony! most noble Antony!

Then in the midft a tearing groan did break

The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips; the rendred life,

Thy name fo 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, Does pay thy labour richly; go.

Off, pluck off;

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[Exit Mardian.

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The battery from my heart. Oh, cleave, my fides!
Heart, once be: ftronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail cafe! apace, Eros, apace,

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No more a foldier-bruised pieces, go;

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[Unarming himself. You have been nobly borne ; -from me a while

[Exit Eros.

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So't must be, for now
All length is torture; fince the torch is out,
Lie down and ftray no further. Now all labour
Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles
Itself with ftrength; seal then, and all is done.
Eros! I come, my Queen-Eros!-stay for me,
Where fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our fprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her Eneas fhall want troops,

And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros !
Enter Eros.

Eros. What would my Lord?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I've liv'd in fuch difhonour, that the Gods
Deteft my basenefs. I, that with my fword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
With fhips, made cities; condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; lefs noble-minded
Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cafar tells,
"I'm conqueror of myfelf." Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent fhould come, which now.
Is come indeed, when I fhall fee behind me
Th' inevitable profecution of difgrace
And horror, that on my command thou then
Wouldnt 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!

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

Ant. Eros,

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

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