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And hoift thee up to the shouting Plébeians ::
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
• nument I.
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 !
Mar. No, Antony ;
Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch ; peace ;
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
Ant. Dead then ?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros ; the long day's tak is done,
[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
Ant. Since Cleopatra dy'd,
* 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.
Deteft my baseness. I, that with
Ero..The gods withold me!
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
“ To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ;
Ero. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
# 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
· Ero. My dear master,
Ant. 'Tis faid, man; and farewel.
I do escape the sorrow
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
2. G. The star is fallen.
[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.