And welcome, welcome. Die when thou hast liv'd,
Quicken with killing; had my Lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

All. Oh heavy sight!

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying.
Give me some Wine, and let me speak a little.

Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
That the false Huswife, Fortune, break her Wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, sweet Queen.
Of Cafar seek your honour, with your fafety --Oh!

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me,
None about Cæfar trust, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My Resolution, and my Hands, I'll trust,
None about Cafar.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Lament nor sorrow at: Buc please your Thoughts
In feeding them with those my former Fortunes,
Wherein I liv’d. The greatest Prince o’th World,
The noblest once; and do now, noc bafely die,
Nor Cowardly, put off my Helmet to
My Countryman. A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquishid. Now my Spirit is going,
I can no more

[Antony Dies
Cleo. Noblest of Men Woo't die?'
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide...
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a Stye? O fee, my Women!
The Crown o'ch'Earth doth melt----My Lordl...-
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the War,
The Soldiers Pole is faln: Young Boys and Girls
Are level now with Men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable,
Beneath the visiting Moon.

[She faints.
Char. Ob quietness, Lady.
Iras, She's dead too, our Sovereign.
Char. Lady.
Iras. Madam.
Char, Oh Madam, Madam, Madam
Iras. Royal Agypt! Empress!

Chara Char. Peace, peace, Irast

Cleo. No more but a meer Woman, and commanded
By such poor pallion, as the Maid that Mitks,
And

does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my Scepter at the injurious Gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
'Till they had stoln our Jewel. All's but nought:
Patience is sottish, and Impatience does
Become a Dog that's mad: Then is it sin,
To rush into the secret House of death,
E'er 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't after the high Roman fashion,
And make Death proud to take us. Come, away,
This case of that huge Spirit now is cold.
Ah, Women, Women! Come, we have no Friend,
But Resolution, and the briefeft End.

[Exeunt, bearing off Antony's Body.

SCENE VII. Cælar's Camp.

Enter Cæsar, agrippa, Dolabella, and Menas.
Caf. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield,
Being so frustrate, tell him,
He mocks the pawses that he makes.
Dol. Cafar, I shall.

Enter Decretas with the Sword of Antony.
Caf. Wherefore is that? and what are thou that dar’ft
Appear thus to us?

Dec. I am called Decretas,
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd; whilft he stood up, and spoke,
He was my Master, 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 sayest?
Dec, I says Oh Cafar. Antony is dead.

Cas. The breaking of so great a thing, should make
A greater Crack. The round World
Should have shook Lions into civil Streets,
And Citizens to their Dens. The Death of Antony
Is not a single Doom, in the name lay
A moiety of the World.

Dec. He is dead, Cesar,
Not by a publick Minister of Justice,
Nor by a hired Knife: but that self-hand
Which writ his honour in the Acts it did,
Hath with the Courage which the Heart did lend it,
Splitted the Heart. This is his Sword,
I robb'd bis wound of it: Behold it Itain'd
With his most noble Blood.

Cef. Look you, fad Friends,
The Gods rebuke me, but it is a Tiding
To wash the Eyes of Kings.,

Dol. And strange it is:
That Nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted Deeds.

Men. His taints and honours weigh'd equal in him,

Dol. A raret Spirit never
Did steer humanity; but yoụ Gods will give us
Some faults to make us Men. Cafar is touch'd.

Men. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.

Cæs. Oh Antony !
I have followed thee to this, but we do launch
Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce
Have Thewn to thee such a declining Day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together,
In the whole World. But yet let me lament
With tears as Soveraign as the Blood of Hearts,
That thou my Brother, my Competitor,
In top of all design, my Mate in Empire,
Friend and Companion in the front of War,
The Arm of mine own Body, and the Heart
Where mine his Thoughts did kindle; that our Stars
Unreconcileable, should divide our equalness to this.

Hear

Hear me, good Friends,
But I will tell you at fome meeter Season
The business of this Man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?

Enter an Ægyptian.
Ægypt. A poor Ægyptian yet, the Queen my Mistress
Confind in all the has, her Monument,
Of thy intents, desires, instruction,
That the preparedly may frame her self
To th’ way sne's forc'd to.

Caf. Bid her have good Heart,
She foon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable, and how kindly we
Determine for her. For Cafar cannot leave to be ungentle,
Ægypt. So the Gods preserve thee.

[Exit. Caf. Come hither Proculeius, go and say We purpose her no shame; give her wbat comforts The quality of her Passion shall require ; Left in her greatness

, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us: For her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph., Go,
And with your speediest bring us what the says,
And how you find of her.
Pro. Cefar, I shall.

[Exit Proculeius. Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, to second Proculeius ?

All. Dolabella.

Cel. Let him alone; for I remember now
How he's employ’d: He shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my Tent, where you shall fee
How hardly I was drawn into this War,
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my Writings. Go with me, and see
What I can fhew in this.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. The Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Seleucus.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better Life; 'tis paltry to be Cafar:
Not being fortune, he's but forcune's Knave,

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Çleo. Help me, my Women! Oh he is more mad
Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Thessaly
Was never so imboft.

Char. To th’Monument, there lock your felf,
And send him word you are dead:
The Soul and Body rive not more in parting,
Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument;
Mardian, go tell him I have slain my self,
Say, that the last I spoke was Antony,
And word it, prethee, pitiously. Hence, Mardiaň,
And bring me how he takes my death to th’ Monument.

[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter Antony and Eros.
Ant. Eros, thou yıt behold'It me?
Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

Ant. Sometime we see 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 signs,
They are black Vesper's Pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That which is now a Horse, even with a Thought The Rack dislimn's, and makes it indistine As water is in water

Eros. It do's, my Lord.

Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even such a Body; here I am Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my Knave
I made these wars for Ægypt, and the Queen,
Whose Heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine, had annext unco't
A Million more, now loft; the, Eros, has
Packt Cards with Cæfar, and false plaid my Glory
Unto an Enemy's Triumph.

Nay,