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Ant. Dead then?
Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros; the long day's talk is done,
And we must seep. That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly. Go. [Exit Mardian.
Off, pluck off:
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O cleave, my fides !
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case ! - Apace, Eros, apace.
No more a soldier-

-Bruised pieces, go;

[Unarming himself. You have been nobly borne.-From me a while I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and [Exit Eros. Weep for my pardon. So't must be, fór now All length is torture. Since the torch is out, Ly down, and stray no farther. Now all labour Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles Itself with strength ; feal then, and all is done. Eros ! I come, my Queen----Eros! stay for me. Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze; Dido and her Äneas Mall want troops, And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!

Enter Eros. Eros. What would my Lord ?

Ant. Since Cleopatra died, I've liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods Dereft my baseness. I, that with my sword Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back, With ships, made cities, condemn myself, to lack The courage of a woman; lefs noble-minded Than The, 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 Mould fee behind me Th’inevitable prosecurion of disgrace And horror, that on my command thou then Would't kill me. Do it, for the time is come. Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'it. Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The gods with-hold me!
Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not ?

Ant. Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome; and see
Thy master thus with pleacht arms *, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd
To penetrative frame ; whilst the wheeld seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before 'him, branded
His baseness that eniu'd?

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Coine then; for with a wound I must be cur’d. Draw that thy honest tword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ít 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 lyes. Ant. Lo thee..

[Turning from hina Erns. 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 stroke, Farewell.

Ant. 'Tis said, man, Land farewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then [Eros kills himself
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.

[Dies. Ant. Thrice pobler than myself! Thou teachelt me, oh 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 Arms folded in each other. Johnjon,

As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros,
Thy master dies thy scholar ; to do thus

[Falling on his sword.. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead?The guardholm-oh, dispatch me.


Enter Dercetas and Guard Guard. What's the noise ? Ant. I've done my work ill, friends : make an end of what I have begun. 2.Guard. The fall’n. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him that loves me-strike me dead. i Guard. Not I. . 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but ihewn to, Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's. Antony?. Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? Aut. Art thou there, Diorped ? Draw thy sword,

and give me Sufficing strokes for death.

Dio. Moft absolute Lord,
My mistress Cleopatra jent me to thee,

Ant. When did she fend thee?
Dio. Now, my Lord.
Ant. Where is the ?
Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prom?

phesying fear
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw,
Which never shall be found, you did suspect
She had dispos'd with Cæfar, and that your rage
Would not be purged, me sent word she was dead.
But fearing since how it might work, hath seat

Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
I dread, too late.
Ant. Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I

Dio. What, boa! the Emperor's guard. The

guard, what, hoa ! Come. Your lord calls.

Enter a Guardi.
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra

'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

Guard. Woe, woe are we, Sir! you may not live All your true followers out.

[to wear All. Most heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellow's, 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 lighily. Take me up. I have led you oft, carry me now, good friends; And have my thanks for all.

[Exeunt, bearing Antony.

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Changes to a magnificent Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmiany, and Iras above.
Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted; dear Madam.

Cleo. No, I will not :
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, inust be as great
As that which makes it.

Eiter Diomedes.
How now? is he dead?

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.

Look out o'th' other side of your monument,
His guard have brought him thither.

Inter Antony, borne by the Guard.
C:20. O. thou fun;
Burn the great sphere thou mov'itin !-darkling stand
The varying more o' th’ world! O Antony !
Antony, Antony !
Help, Charınian; help, Iras, help; help, friends
Below ; let's draw him hither

Ant. Peace.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, .
Bnt Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.

Clen So it should be, that none but Antony.
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, ?ris fo!

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kifles the

poor last
I lay upon thy lips -Come down.

Cleo. I dare not, dear, Dear, my Lord, pardon; I dare not, Left I be taken. Not th' imperious fliew: Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever fall Be broach'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe. Your wife O&avia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion *, shall acquire no honour Demurring upon me. Bút come, come, Antony. Help me, my women.

We must draw thee upAtbit, good friends.

Ant. oh, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's sport indeed † !--how heavy weighs Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing?d Mercury Mhould fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little

my Lord!

• Sedate determination, filent coolness of resolution.

Johnfons + I suppose the meaning of these strange words is, Here's trišliag! you do not work in carnest. Ibid.

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