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And hoift thee up to the shouting Plébeians ::
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
of all thy sex; most monster-like, be thewn.
For poorft diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient O&avia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. '[Exit Cle.) 'Tis well thoutt

gone,
If it be well to live :. but better 'cwere,
Thou fell’At into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many.--Eros, ho!
The shirt of Neffus is upon me : teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage :
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon ;
And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club
Subdue

my worthiest self. The witch shall die; To the Roman boy the hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot: The dies for't.--Eros, ho ! “ (Exit. of SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatta, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.

" .Cle. Help me, my women : O, he is more mad " Then-Thamon for-bis fhield; the boar of Thessaly Was never to imboft.

u Cba: To the monument; “ There lock yourself, and send him word you are deado “ The foul and body rive not more in parting, “ Than greatness going off.

« Cle. To the monument : “ Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; “ Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony, " And word it, pr'ythee; piteülty: hence, Mardian ; And bring me how he takes my death. To the mo

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1 There is no manner of occasion for retaining this short scene; as the purport of it is afterwards sufficiently explained : Eros may properly, and more fignificantly, come on at Antony's firft callo

" SCENE XII. The fame. Another Room.

Erter Antony, and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me? Ero. Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonith; A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the wind, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs ; They are black vesper's pageants ?

Ero. Ay, my lord.

Axt. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dilimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.

Ero. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is !
Even such a body: here I am Antony ;
Yet cannot hold this visible thape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt ; and the queen, -
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for the bad mine 5
Which, whilft it was mine, had annext unto't
A million more, now loft,-lhe, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cafar, and falfe-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-0, thy vile lady!

Enter Mardian,
She has robb'd me of my sword.

Mar. No, Antony ;
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingla
With thine entirely.

Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch ; peace ;
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

The diffolvable, vapourith Aate of fortune's moft Ariking appears ances, is excellently depicted in the allufions Antony here makes; every ftate of human nature, almost every day, proves the truth of this contracted, but just and expletive picture.

Mar, Death of one person can be pay'd but once ; And that she hath discharg'd: what thou would't do Is done unto thy hand; the last the spake Was, Artony! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony ; it was

divided
Between her heart and lips : 'se render'd life,
Thy name fo buryd in her.

Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros ; the long day's tak is done,
And we must deep :--That thou depart'tt hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go. (Exit Mar.) Pluck off;
The fevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides !
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail cafe ! - Apace, Eros, apace.-
No more a soldier : bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly born. From me a while.

[Exit Erosa I will o'er-take thee, Cleopatra, and

my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture ; since the torch is out, Lie down, and tray no farther : now all labour Marrs what it does ; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength : seal then, and all is done Eros !- I come, my queen :-- Eros ! Stay for me :Where fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand; And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, And all the haunt he ours.--Come, Eros, Eros

Re-enter Eros.
Ero. What would my lord ?

Ant. Since Cleopatra dy'd,
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods

Weep

tor

* Here the portrait of a man, over. powered with amorous credulity, is most faithfully described. Antony is by no means a valuable, yet he is occasionally a pitiable character; upon the fame principle that we admire heroism, we commiserate, under particular circumstances, folly.

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Deteft my baseness. I, that with

my

sword
Quarter's the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman ; less noble-minded
Than The, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
I am congueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent Ahall come, (which now
Is come, indeed) when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then would'At kill me : do't, the time is come:
Thou strik't not me, 'tis Cæfar thou-defeat’ft..
Pat colour in thy cheek.

Ero..The gods withold me!
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not ?

Ant. Eros,
Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, bis face fubdu'd
To penetrative shame ; whilAt the wheel's seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded.
His baseness that ensu'd ? t

Ero. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then ; for with a wound I must be cur'd. “ Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn “ Most useful for thy country.

Ero. O, sir, pardon me. , “ Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'ft thou not

" then

“ To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ;
Or thy precedent services are all
“ But accidents unpurpos’d.” Draw, and come.

Ero. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

# If there can be an argument for a man's desiring, or contria Buting to his own dea:h, Marc Antony certainly here advances it, and with dignity of feeling: defiring asiliance in this point from a friend, or a dependant, was common amongst the Romans, but we think not juftifiable to als or be complied withe

Ant. Lo thee.

[turning away his face, Ero. My sword is drawn.

Ant. Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.

· Ero. My dear master,
My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I ftrike this bloody stroke, farewel.

Ant. 'Tis faid, man; and farewel.
Ero. Farewel, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Ero. Why, there then : ( falling on his sword.] Thus

I do escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death,

Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teacheft me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'ít not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record : but I will be A bride-groom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come then ; (raking. Eros' favord]

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 Dercetas. The guard ? how!-O, dispatch me,

j: G. What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends z O, make an

end
Of what I have begun.

2. G. The star is fallen.
1. G.. And time is at his period.
All. Alas, and woe !
Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead.
1. G Not I.
2.G. Nor I.
3. G. Nor any one.

[Exeunt Guard, Der. Thy death and fortines bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cafar, with this tidings, Shall cnter me wi:h him.

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