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Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Ant. Now, Eros. ' Eros. Why, there then: [Falling on his sword] Thus I do escape the sorrow ' Of Antony's death. [Dies. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record : But I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come, then; [Taking Eros' Sword] and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus [Running on it. I learnt of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?
Enter Guard and Dsacnms.
The guard ? how r -O despatch me. 1 Guard. What's the noise? Ant. Ihave done my work ill, friends; O, make an end Of what I have begun. 2 Guard. The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard. Not I. ' 2 Guard. Nor 1.
3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him. '
Diom. Where's Antony?
Diom. Lives he ?—Wilt thou not answer, man?
[Exit Dercetas, with the Sword.
Diom. Most absolute lord,
Diom. Lock'd in her monument. She had a pro-
Ant. Too late, good Diomede. Call my guard, I
pr'j thee. Diom. What ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what ho!
Enter some of the Guard.
Come, your lord calls.
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. AIL Most heavy day!
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate, To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
The same.—A Monument.
Enter, at a Window above, Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
Cleo. No, I will not:
As that which makes it.—How now? is he dead?
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
Cleo. O sun, sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling stand The varying shore o'the world !—O Antony, Antony, Antony !—Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Not Caesar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
Cleo. I dare not,
[cleopatra and her Women throw out certain Tackle, into which the people below put AnTon Y, and he is drawn up.
Ant. O, quick, or I am gone.
Inside of the Monument.
Cleo. Here's sport, indeed! How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,—
Wishers were ever fools;—O come, come, come;
All. A heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, sweet queen; Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
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
Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die?
Char. O, quietness, lady. [cleopatra swoons.