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Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
With ships, made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble-minded
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
I'm conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros,
That when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable prosecution of disgrace
And horror, that on my coinmand thou then
Would't kill me. Do it, for the time is come,
Thou strik'st 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 ?

An. Eros,
Would'At thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd
To penetrative shame : Whil'lt the wheel'd feat
of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded.
His baseness that ensued ?

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then ; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou.halt worn. Most useful for thy country.

Eros. Oh, sir, pardon me,

Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'lt thou not To do this when I bade thee ? do it at once, [then Or thy precedent services 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 bim. Eros. My sword is drawn,

Ant. Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros. My dear master,
My Captain, and my Emp'ror ! Let me fay,
Before I strike this bloody Atroke, farewel.

Ant, 'Tis said man,and farewel.
Eros, Farewel, great chief. Shall I strike now?

Ant. Now, Eros. Ergs. Why, there then [Eros kills himself. Thus do I escape the sorrow of Antony's death,

[Diese Ant, Thrice nobler than myself ! Thou teachest me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'It not: My Queed and Eros Have by their brave instructions got upon me A nobleness in record. But I will be A bridegroom in roy death, and run into't. As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus

[Falling on his sworda I learned of thee. How, not yet dead not deadThe guardho!oh, dispatch me.

SCENE XI. Enter Dercetas, and Guard. 3. 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 star is fall'n.
1. Guard. And time is at his period !
All. Alas, and wce !
Ant. Let him that loves me, Itrike me dead.
I, Gilard. Not I..
2 Guard. Nor I.
3. Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt, Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers flya This sword but shewn to Cæsar, with these tidings, Sali 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, Dicmed? draw thy sword, and Sufficing strokes for death.

[give me Dio. Most absolute Lord, My mistress, Cleopatra sent me to thee, Art. When did the send thee? Dio. Now, my Lord. vnt. Where is lhe ?

Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophe

fying fear Of what hath come to pass. For when she faw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar ; and that your rage Would not be purg'd, she tent word she was dead. But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late. Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my guard,

pr’ythee. Dio. What, ho ! the Emperor's guard. The guard, Come, your Lord calls.

[What, hoa! Enter the Guurd. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I fhall command you.

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

All, Most 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 XII. Changes to a magnificent monument,'.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and fras, above. Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence. . Char Be comforted, dear Madam.

Cleo. No, I will'not..
Al ftrange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we defpise ; our size of sorrow
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great.
As that which makes it,

Enter Diomedes.
How now? is he dead?

Dis. His death's upon him, but not dead.. Look out o'th other side your monuments;

his guard have brought him hither.

Enter Antony, borne by the Guard,
Cl:o. O thou fun,
Turn from th' great sphere thou mov'it in-darkling.
Thę varying shore o'th' world ! ( Antony ! [stand
Help, Charmian; help, Iraş, help; help, friends,
Below ; let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown-Antony,
But Antony hath triomph'd on himself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, 'tis fo!

Ant, I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.. Come down.

Cleo, I dare not,
(Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not),
Leit I be taken. Not th’imperious fhew
Of the full fortun'd Cæsar ever shall.
Be brooch'd with me: if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, fting, or operation, I am fafe;
Your wife Octavia, with her modelt eyes
And still conclusion, thall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,
Help me, my women; we must draw thee up-
Affilt, good friends.

Ant. oh, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's sport, indeed !-how heavy weighs Cur strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, The firong-wing's Mercury fhould fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,Wishers were ever fools. Oh come, come, come

[They draw. Antony up to.Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die where thou hast liv'd;; Quicken with kisling ; had my lips that power, , Thus I would wear them out. All, o heavy fight !:

ent. sam dying, Ægypi, dying. Give use free wire, and let me speak a little

[my Lord !

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

Ant. One word, sweet Queen. Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your fafety--you

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 Cæfar,

Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Lament nor forrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes,
Wherein Lliv'd the greatest prince o'th' world,
The noblest once : and do not now basely die,
Nor cowardly put off my helmet to
My countryman: A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquilh'd. Now, my spirit is going ;
I can no more

(Antony dies
Cleo. Noblest of men ! woo't die ?
Halt thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull: world, which in thy absence is
No better than a stye? O see, my women !
The crown o'th' earth doth meli-my Lord !
ob, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall’n : young boys and girls.
Are level now with men; the odds is

gone ; And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the visiting moon.

[She saints Char. Oh, quietness,' Lady! Iras, She's dead too, our soi ereign.. Char.. Lady! Iras. Madam! Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam Iras. Royal Egypt! Emprefs ! Char. Peace, peace, llis!

Cleo. No more but a mere woman, and commanded ; 6. By such poor passion as the maid that milks, 5. And does the meanest chares ! It were for me

To throw my fceptre at th' injurious gods; " To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, “ Till they had stoln our jewel.. All's but naught:

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