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Ant. Dead then?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros; the long day's talk is done,
-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!
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
Eros. My dear master,
Ant. 'Tis said, man, Land farewell.
[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,
[Falling on his sword.. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead?The guardholm-oh, dispatch me.
SC E N E XII.
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 star.is 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,
Ant. When did she fend thee?
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
guard, what, hoa ! Come. Your lord calls.
Enter a Guardi.
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.
Changes to a magnificent Monument.
Cleo. No, I will not :
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'th' other side of your monument,
Inter Antony, borne by the Guard.
Clen So it should be, that none but Antony.
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
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
• 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.