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Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
Eros. The gods with-hold me!
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
Eros. My dear master,
Ant, 'Tis said man,and farewel.
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,
2 Guard. The star is fall'n.
[Exeunt, Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers flya This sword but shewn to Cæsar, with these tidings, Sali enter me with him.
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..
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,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant, I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
Cleo, I dare not,
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 ;
Cleo. My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
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: