Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back, And horror, that on my command thou then Eros. The gods with-hold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, An. Eros, Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee To penetrative fhame: Whil'ft the wheel'd feat Eros. I would not fee't. Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honeft fword, which thou hast worn. Most useful for thy country. Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me, Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'lt thou not To do this when I bade thee? do it at once, Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. [then Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee Eros. My fword is drawn. Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou haft drawn it. Eros. My dear master, [Turning from him. My Captain, and my Emp'ror! Let me fay, Ant. 'Tis faid man,-and farewel. Eros, Farewel, great chief. Shall I ftrike now? Ant. Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then Thus do I escape the forrow Of Antony's death. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! [Eros kills himself. [Dies Thou teachest me, oh, valiant Eros, what 1 fhould, and thou could't not: My Queen and Eros Have by their brave inftructions got upon me A nobleness in record. But I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't [Falling on his fword. learned of thee. How, not yet dead? not deadThe guard-ho! oh, difpatch me. SCENE XI. Enter Dercetas, and Guard. 1 Guard. What's the noife? Ant. I've done my work ill, friends. O make an end of what I have begun. 2 Guard. The ftar is fall'n. 1 Guard. And time is at his period ! All. Alas, and wce! Ant. Let him that loves me, ftrike me dead. 1. Guard. Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This fword but fhewn to Cæfar, with thefe tidings, Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's Antony? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man ? Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy fword, and Sufficing ftrokes for death. Dio. Moft abfolute Lord, My miftrefs. Cleopatra fent me to thee, Ant. When did the fend thee? Dio. Now, my Lord. Ant. Where is he? [give me Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophefying fear Of what hath come to pafs. For when she saw Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my guard, I pr'ythee. Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's guard. The guard, Come, your Lord calls. [What, hoa! Enter the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last fervice that I fhall command you. Guard. Woe are we, Sir ! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out. All. Moft heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, 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 lightly. Take me up, I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends, SCENE XII. Changes to a magnificent monument.. Cleo Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence.. Cleo. No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, Enter Diomédes. How now? is he dead? Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.. Look out o' th' other fide your monument,,, His guard have brought him hither. Enter Antony, borne by the Guard, Cleo. O thou fun, Turn from th' great fphere thou mov'st in-darkling. The varying fhore o' th' world! O Antony! [stand Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends, Below; let's draw him hither. Ant. Peace. Not Cæfar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, Gleo. So it fhould be, that none but Antony, I lay upon thy lips. Cleo, I dare not, (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not),, Leit I be taken. Not th' imperious fhew Of the full fortun'd Cæfar ever fhall. Be brooch'd with me: if knife, drugs, ferpents, have Edge, fting, or operation, I am safe.; Your wife Octavia, with her modeft eyes And ftill conclufion, fhall acquire no honour, Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, Help me, my women; we must draw thee up- Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's fport, indeed!how heavy weighs Cur ftrength is all gone into heaviness, [my Lord! That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, The frong-wing'd Mercury fhould fetch thee up, And fet thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little,Withers were ever fools. Oh come, come, come. [They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die where thou haft liv'd;; Quicken with kiffing; had my lips that power, Thus I would wear them out. All. O heavy fight! Ant. am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me fame wine, and let me fpeak a little Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail fo high, Ant. One word, fweet Queen. Of Cæfar feek your honour, with your fafety-you—. Cleo They do not go together. Ant. Gentle, hear me ; None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius. Cleo. My refolution and my hands I'll trust ; None about Cæfar, Ant. The miferable change now at my end, My countryman: A Roman, by a Roman I can no more Cleo. Nobleft of men !. woo't die? Haft thou no care of me? fhall I abide [Antony diese In this dull world, which in thy absence is And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting moon. Char. Oh, quietness,' Lady! Iras. She's dead too, our fovereign. Char, Lady! Iras. Madam ! > Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam. Iras. Royal Egypt! Emprefs! Char. Peace, peace, Ifis. ! [She faints Cleo. "No more but a mere woman, and commanded "By fuch poor paffion as the maid that milks, "And does the meanest chares !It were for me "To throw my fceptre at th' injurious gods; "To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had ftoln our jewel.. All's but naught: |