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But let the world rank me in register
A mafter leaver, and a fugitive :
Oh Antony! oh Antony !

[Dies. 1 Watch. Let's speak to him.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar.

2 Watch. Let's do so, but he sleeps,

Cent. Swoons raiher, for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.

I Watch. Go we to him.
2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us.
i Witch. Hear you, Sir?
Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.

[Drums afar off Hark, how che drums demurely * wake the fleepers : Let's bear him to the court of guard; be is of note. Our hour is fully out.

2 Watch, Come on then, he mag recover yet. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Between the two camps,

Enter Antony and Scarus, with their army.
Ant. Their preparation is to day by fea,
We please them not by land,

Scar. For both, my Lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air, We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city Shall stay with us. Order for fea is given ; They have put forth the haven : Further on, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour t.

[Exeunt. Enter Cæfar and his army. Caf, But being charged, we will be fill by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt. [Alarum afar of, as. at a sea-fight. Demurely, for folemnly.

t i. e. Where we may best discover their numbers, and see their motions,

Enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd : Where yon pine Stands, I lhall discover all ; I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.

Scar, Swallows have built In Cleopatra's fails their nests. The augurs Say, they know not--they cannot tell-look grimly. And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Is valiant, and dejected ; and by itarts, His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear Of what he has, and has not,

[Exit. SCENE IX. Changes to the palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony Ant. All's lost! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me! My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouie 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, fưn, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here, even here + Do we shake hands-all come to this !-the hearts, “ That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave " Their-wifhes, do discandy, melt their sweets “ On blossoming Cæsar : And this pine is bark'd, That overtopt them all. Betray'd I am. Oh, this falle foul of Egypt! this gay charm, Whose eye beck'd forih my wars, and call'd them home, Whofe bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Like a right gypsy, hath at fast and loofe Beguild me to the very heart of loss *. What, Eros ! Eros !

Enter Cleopatra. Ah! thou spell ! avant.

i. e. To the very centre; allading to the term of the beart of wood.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his love?

Àn. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting Plebeians ; Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex. Most monster-like, be shewn For poor'it diminutives, for doits; and let Patient Octavia plow thy visage up With her prepared nails *. 'Tis well thou’rt gone,

[Exit Cleopatra. If it be well to live. But better 'twere, Thou fellöst into my fury; for one death Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa ! The shirt of Neffus is upon me; teach me, Alcides, thou mine ancestor; thy rage Led thee lodge Lichas on the horns o' th’moon, And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club, Subdue thy worthiest self. The witch shall die; To the young Roman boy she hath fold me, and I fall Under his plot: she dies for't. Eros, hoa ! [Exit.

Re-enter Cleopatra, Cbarmian, Iras, and Mardian.

Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Theffaly Was never so imboss'd.

Char. To th' monument, There lock yourself, and send him word you're dead. “ The foul and body rive not more in parting, " Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' monument: Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself Say, that the last I spoke was Antony ! And word it, pr'ythee, piteouly. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To the monu. ment.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X. Re-enter Antony and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me, Eros. Ay, Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonilh ; 1. c. With nails which she suffered to grow for this purpose.

' A vapour, sometime like a bear, or lion,
• A tower'd citadel, 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'st 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 diflimns, and makes it indistinct
• 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'm Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whose heart I thought I had, (for she had mine;
Which, whilft it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost !) she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves,

Enter Mardian.
Oh, thy vile Lady !
Sh' has robb'd me of sword.

Mar. No, Antony !
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.

Ant. Hence, faucy eunuch, peace, she hath betray'd And she shall die the death,

[me, Már. · Death of one person can be paid but once, • And that she has discharg'd. What thou would'It do, • Is done unto thy hand ; the last she fpake * Was Antony! Most Noble Antony ! • Then in the midst a tearing groan did I reak • The name of Antony ; it was divided

Between her heart and lips ; she render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.
Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.
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Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's task is done, And we must sleep; that thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go [Exit Mardian, Off, pluck off ; The levenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O cleave, my sides ! Heart, once be Itronger than thy continent, Crack thy frail case ! apace, Eros, apace. No more a soldier-bruised pieces, go.;

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

[Exit Eros, I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So't must be, for dow All length is torture ; since thy torch is out, Lie down, and stray no further. Now all labour Mars what it does, yea, very force intangles Itself with strength ; 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 sprightly port make the ghosts gaze ; Dido and her Sichæus * 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 such dishonour, that the gods
Detest

my baseness. 1, that with my sword

* Æncas is in all the old editions ; but is rightly altered in some of the latter 10 Sichæus: For Dido's fondness did not reach to the other world: The then despised Æneas, and returned to her old affccstion for Sichæus.

Tandem corripuit fefe, atque inimica refugit
In nerus umbriferum ; conjunx.ubi pristinus illi

Refpondet curis, &quetque Sichaus amorem. This comparison of Antony to Sichæus is remarkably apposite. Sichaus was murdered by his brother Pygmalion for bis wealth, on which his wife Dido fed into Africa : So Antony was fought with and defcated at Actium ly his brother Octavius, for his fare of the do. minion of the world; whercon Cleopatra Aed from the victor's sage ato Egypt.

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