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May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:

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,
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR and his Forces, marching.

Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

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,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant and dejected; and, by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight. Re-enter ANTONY.
All is lost;

Ant.

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together

Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my

heart
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all:-Bid them all fly, be gone.

[Exit Scarus.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt; this grave charm,-
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,—

Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?
Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poorest diminutives, to dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra] "Tis well thou'rt gone,

If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!-
The shirt of Nessus 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 she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot : she dies for't.-Eros, ho!

[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.
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;

Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,

And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,

Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.-
To the monument,

SCENE XII. The same.

[Exeunt.

Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ay, noble lord.

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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
Even such a body: here I am Antony;

Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,-
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

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
The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips; she render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.

Ant.
Mar.

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.
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword

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