And welcome, welcome. Die when thou haft liv'd, All. Oh heavy fight! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me fome Wine, and let me fpeak a little. Ant. One word, fweet Queen. Of Cafar feek your honour, with your fafety---Oh!- Ant. Gentle, hear me, None about Cafar truft, but Proculeius. Cleo. My Refolution, and my Hands, I'll truft, Ant. The miferable change now at my end, I can no more [Antony Dies. Cleo. Nobleft of Menwoo't die?' The Soldiers Pole is faln: Young Boys and Girls And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting Moon. Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady. Iras. She's dead too, our Sovereign. Iras. Madam. Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam- [She faints Char Char. Peace, peace, Iras Cleo. No more but a meer Woman, and commanded Women? And make Death proud to take us. Come, away, Ah, Women, Women! Come, we have no Friend, [Exeunt, bearing off Antony's Body. SCENE VII. Calar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, and Menas. Caf. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield, Being fo fruftrate, tell him, He mocks the pawfes that he makes. Dol. Cefar, I fhall. Enter Decretas with the Sword of Antony. Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar❜st Appear thus to us? Dec. I am called Decretas, Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy Beft to be ferv'd; whilft he ftood up, and spoke, F 3 Caf Caf. What is't thou sayest? Det, I lay, Oh Cefar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing, should make A greater Crack. The round World Should have fhook Lions into civil Streets, And Citizens to their Dens, The Death of Antony Dec. He is dead, Gefar, Not by a publick Minister of Justice, Which writ his honour in the Acts it did, I robb'd bis wound of it: Behold it ftain'd... Caf. Look you, fad Friends, The Gods rebuke me, but it is a Tiding To wash the Eyes of Kings. Dol. And ftrange it is, That Nature must compel us to lament Men. His taints and honours weigh'd equal in him, Did fteer humanity; but you Gods will give us Caf. Oh Antony ! I have followed thee to this, but we do launch Hear Hear me, good Friends, But I will tell you at fome meeter Seafon The bufinefs of this Man looks out of him, We'll hear him what he fays. Whence are you? Egypt. A poor Ægyptian yet, the Queen my Mistress That the preparedly may frame her felf Caf. Bid her have good Heart, She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, How honourable, and how kindly we Determine for her. For Cafar cannot leave to be ungentle, Agypt. So the Gods preferve thee. Caf. Come hither Proculeius, go and fay We purpose her no fhame; give her what comforts And with your speedieft bring us what the fays, And how you find of her. Pro. Cafar, I fhall. [Exit. [Exit Proculeius. Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, to fecond Proculeius? All. Dolabella. Caf. Let him alone; for I remember now How he's employ'd: He fhall in time be ready. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. The Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Seleucus. A better Life; 'tis paltry to be Cafar: Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Help me, my Women! Oh he is more mad Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Theffaly Was never fo imboft. Char. To th' Monument, there lock your felf, The Soul and Body rive not more in parting, Cleo. To th' Monument; Mardian, go tell him I have flain my felf, And word it, prethee, pitioufly. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death to th' Monument. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Cleopatra's Palace. Enter Antony and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me? Eros. Ay, noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we fee a Cloud that's Dragonish, A Vapour fometime, like a Bear, or Lion, A tower'd Cittadel, a pendant Rock, A forked Mountain, or blue Promontory With Trees upon't, that nod unto the World, And mock our Eyes with Air. Thou hast seen these figns, They are black Vefper's Pageants. Eros. Ay, my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horfe, even with a Thought The Rack diflimn's, and makes it indiftin&t As water is in water Eros. It do's, my Lord. Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my Knave Nay, |