May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, O Antony! O Antony! 2 Sold. To him. Let's speak 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. Let's do so. [Dies. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping. 2 Sold. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; 2 Sold. 1 Sold. The hand of death the drums Go we to him. speak to us. Hear you, sir? hath raught him. Hark, [Drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out. 3 Sold. Come on then; He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the Body. SCENE X. Between the two Camps. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city, [Exeunt. Enter CESAR and his Forces, marching. Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. [Exeunt. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine does stand, I shall discover all I'll bring thee word Straight, how 'tis like to go. Scar. [Exit. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nest: the augurers Say, they know not,-they cannot tell; look grimly, His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight. Re-enter ANTONY. Ant. This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou heart [Exit Scarus. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, Enter CLEOPATRA. Ah, thou spell! Avaunt. Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra] "Tis well thou'rt gone, If it be well to live: But better 'twere Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon; [Exit. SCENE XI. ALEXANDRIA. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MAR DIAN. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd. Char. To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatness going off. To the monument : Cleo. Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony, And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence, Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.- SCENE XII. The same. [Exeunt. Another Room. Enter ANTONY and EROS. Ay, noble lord. Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish; 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 world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Enter MARDIAN. She has robb'd me of my sword. Mar. No, Antony; My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. F Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips; she render'd life, Ant. Dead then? Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task done, And we must sleep:-That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off ;— [Exit Mardian. The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides! Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.No more a soldier:-Bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.[Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture:-Since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour Mars 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 souls 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 be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros! Re-enter EROS. Eros. What would my lord? Since Cleopatra died, Ant. |