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Cal. Being so frustrate, tell him,
“ Patience is fortish, and impatience does
" Become a dog that's mad : then is it fin,.
6. To rush into the secret house of death,
- Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women ?
" What, what, good cheer! why, how now, Charmiao?:
" My noble girls ? nah, women, women ! look,
" Our lamp is fpent, 'tis outgood Sirs, take heart,
“ We'll bury him; and then what's brave, what's noble,
" Let's do it. after the high Roman tathion,
6 And make death proud to take us,
This case of that huge fpirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend
But refolution, and the brieselt end.
[Exeunt bearing off Antony's body. A CT V. SG E N E 1..
Cæfar's Campi Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Procu.
leius, Gallus, and train..
O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
He mocks the pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæsar, I shall.
Enter Dercetas, with the word of Antony.
Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'lt:
Appear thus to us!
Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd; whilst 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 Cæsar : if thou pleafest not, ,
1 yield thee up my life.
Caf. What is't thou say'st ?
Der. I lay, oh. Cæfar, Antory is dead.
Cæf. The breaking of fo great a thing should make : A greater crack.
The round world should have thook. Lions into civil Areeis, and citizens.
Into their dens—The death of Antony
Is not a single doom, in that naine lay
A moiety of the world,
Der. He is dead, Cæfar,
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife ; but that felf-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 his wound of it: behold ic fain'd
With his most noble blood.
Cæf. Look you sad, friends :
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding
To wash the eyes of Kings!
Agr. And Itrange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
Mec. His taints and honours
Weigh'd equal in him.
Agr. A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity ; but you gods will give us
Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd.
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs muft see himself,
Cies, O Antony ! I've follow'd thee to this but we do lanco Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce Have shewn to thee such a declining day, Or look'd on thine ; we could not itall together In the whole world. But yet let me lament With tears as sovereigo as the blood of hearts, That thou my brother, my competitor In top of all design, iny mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine its thoughts did kindle ; that our stars, Unreconcileable, thould have divided Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends, But I will tell you at some meeter season. The business of tbis 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 mi-
Confin'd in all she has, (her monument), [stress,
Of thy intents desires instruction ;
That she preparedly may frame berself
To th’ way she's forc'd ro.
Cæf. Bid her have good heart !
She foon shall know of us, by fome of ours,
How honourably and how kindly we
Determine for her. For Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle
Ægypt. May the gods preserve thee. [Exit.
Cæf. Come hither, Proculeius ; go, and say,
We purpose her no shame ; give her what comforta
The quality of her passion shall require ;
Lest in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Would be eternaling our triumph. Go,
And with your speedieft bring us what she says,
And how you find her.,
Pro. Cæfar, I shall.
[Exit, Proculeius. Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius ?
[Exit. Gallus. All, Dolabella !
Cef 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
How hardly I was drawn into this ar ;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings. Go with me, and see
What I can shew in this,
SCE N E II. Changes to.the monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Sea
Cleo, My. desolation does begin to make
A better life : 'tis paltry to be Cæsar ;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds :
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ;
[Lulls wearied nature to a sound repole] *,
(Which Deeps, and never palates more the dug),
The beggar's nurse, and Cæsar's.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of Ægypt,
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cleo. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Did tell me of you, bad me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would bave a Queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That Majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom : if he please
To give me conquer'd Ægypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own as I
Will kneel for to him with thanks.
Pro. Be of good cheer :
You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing ;
Make your full ref'rence freely to my Lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need. Let me report to him
Your sweet dependency, and you shall find
A conqu’ror that will pray in aid † for kindnefs,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
Cleo. Pray you tell him,
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. 1 hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly
Look him i' th' face
Pro. This I'll report, dear Lady.
Have comfort; for I know your plight is pity'd
Of him that caus'd it.
[Here Ga!lus, and guard, afcend the monument by
a ladder, and enter at a back window. * This line is inserted by Mr Warburton, to supply a line lost.
+ Praying in aid, is a law term, used for a petition made in court of justice, for the calling in of help from another that halh an interest in the cause in question.
Gall. You see how easily she may be surpris'd.
Pro. Guard her cill Cæsar come.
Iras. O Royal Queen !
Char. Oh, Cleopatra ! thou art taken, Queen.-
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands [Drawing a dagger.
[The monument is open'd; Proculeius rushes in,
and difarms the Queen.
Pro. Hold, worthy Lady, hold:
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Bereav'd, but not betray'd.
Cleo. What, of death too, that rids our dogs of lan.
Pro. Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
Th' undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your
death Will never let come forth.
Cleo. Where art thou, Death ?
Come hither, come; oh, come, and take Queca
Worth many babes and beggars.
Pro. Oh, temperance, Lady !
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, Sir :
If idle time will once de necessary,
l'll not sleep neither. This morral house I'll ruin,
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, Sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court,
Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Onavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And shew me to the shouting varletry
Of cens’ring Rome? rather a ditch in Ægypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark nak'd, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring ! rather make
My country's highelt pyramid my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains !
Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Find cause in Cæsar.
SCENE III. Enter Dolabellas
What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows,
And he hath sent for thee. As for the Queen,