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Ant. I have thought on't';
Ventidius, you must live.

Ven. I must not, sir.
Ant. Wilt thou not live to speak some good of

me ? To stand by my fair fame, and guard th' approaches From the ill tongues of men ?

Ven. Who shall guard mine,
For living after you?

Ant. Say, I command it.
Ven. If we die well, our deaths will speak them-

And need no living witness.

Ant. Thou hast loved me,
And fain I would reward thee; I must die ;
Kill me, and take the merit of my death
To make thee friends with Cæsar.

Ven. Did I think
You would have used me thus that I should die
With a hard thought of you !

Ant. Forgive me, Roman:
Since I have heard of Cleopatra's death,
My reason bears no rule upon my tongue.
I have thought better; do not twice deny me.

Ven. By heaven, I will not,
So it be not to outlive you.

Ant. Kill me first.

Ven. Give me your hand. We shall soon meet again. Now, farewell, emperorans

Embraces. Methinks that word's too cold to be my Since death sweeps all distinctions, farewell, friend! And, yet, I cannot look on you, and kill

you: Pray, turn your face.

Ant. I do: strike home, be sure.
Ven. Home as my sword will reach! (Kills himsclf.

Ant. O, thou mistakest :
Thou robb’st me of my death,


Ven. Think 'tis the first time that I e'er deceived

If that may plead my pardon. And, you gods,
Forgive me, oh, forgive! for I die perjured,
Rather than kill my friend.

Ant. Farewell! Ever my leader, even in death!
My queen and thou have got the start of me,
And I'm the lag of honour. [Falls on his Sword.

Ah! not dead !
I've miss'd my heart—0, unperforming hand !
Thou never could'st have err’d in a worse time.

[Noise without, Hark! I hear footsteps. -Oh, dispatch, dispatch

me !

Enter Philo, with Soldiers. Philo. Whence are those groans ! Ha—'tis our

general ! Ant. I've done my work ill, friends; make, make

an end

Of what I have begun.
Philo. Not I!_nor any one.

Dio. Where is Mark Antony?
Philo. [Mournfully.) Here, Diomed!
Dio. Oh, heavy sight!

[Sees ANTONY, Ant. Diomed, is it not? Dio. I come, sir, from the

queen ;

from Cleopatra. Ant. When did she send ? Dio. Now, my lord. Ant. Now! where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument :--for when she

heard You did suspect she had made terms with Cæsar, (Which never will be found) and that your rage Could not be sooth'd, she yielded to Alexas


Her hasty leave to tell you

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, I

pr'ythee, Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard Come,


Lord calls.


Enter a GUARD. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides. 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

A Soldier. Woe, woe are we, you may not live to
All your true followers out!
Ant. Nay, my good fellows! please not our hard

it with your sorrows.

Yonder lies,
In death, the brave Ventidius:--Bear his corse
To burial;—and respect it as my own.
And-life flows fast-Take me to Cleopatra !

[Soldiers throng round, and support him. I've led you oft ;-lead me, now, gallant friends, And have my thanks for all ! [Exit MARK ANTONY, supported by his guard

and other soldiers, who bear away the body of VENTIDIUS.

To grace


A Street in Alexandria.



Cæs. How! fall’n upon his sword, and dying, say


Dol.' 'Tis held for certain that he cannot live.

Cæs. The breaking of so great a spirit should
Convulse the frame of nature; this our globe
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to dens. In his name lay
A moiety of the world. O Antony !
I've follow'd thee to this : I must, perforce,
Have shewn to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine.

Agr. Cæsar is touch'd.
Dol. When such a spacious mirror's set before

He needs must see himself.

Cæs. Come hither, Dolabella; Hie thee to Cleopatra ; say to her We purpose her no shame' ; give her what comfort The quality of her passion shall require : Lest, in her greatness, by some desperate act She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. Go.

[Exit DOLABELLA. On, in our march, through Alexandria.

(Flourish. Exeunt:


The Interior of a Monumcnt.

CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, and Iras, discorcred.

Cle. O, sun! now quit the shining sphere thou

movest in, And leave the world in darkness. 0, Mark Antony !

Enter ANTONY, supported by the Guard. Ilelp, help!

[Running to him. Ant. I'm dying, Cleopatra, dying! But here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses, the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

Čle. O, come, come, come! [Embracing hirrs And die where thou hast lived.

Ant. One word, sweet :
Of Cæsar seek your honour and your safety.

Cle. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me ;-
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Cle. My resolution, and my hand, I'll trust; None about Cæsar.

Ant. The miserable change, now, at my end, Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes; Wherein I lived the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die; Nor cowardly ;-put off my helmet to My countryman; a Roman, by a Roman, Valiantly vanquish’d;-and---my spirit is going ; I can no more!-one kiss ! --and oh! [Dies.

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