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Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
With fhips, made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; lefs noble-minded
Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
"I'm conqueror of myself." Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I fhould fee behind me
Th' inevitable profecution of disgrace

And horror, that on my command thou then
Would't kill me. Do it, for the time is come.
Thou ftrik't not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The gods with-hold me!

Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not?

An. Eros,

Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy mafter thus with pleach'd arms bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd

To penetrative fhame: Whil'ft the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded.
His bafenefs that ensued ?

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,
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, farewel.

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
As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros,
Thy mafter dies thy fcholar; to do thus

[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
(Which never shall be found) you did suspect
She had difpos'd with Cæfar; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, fhe fent word fhe was dead.
But fearing fince how it might work, hath fent
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
I dread, too late.

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,
And have my thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Antony..

SCENE XII. Changes to a magnificent monument..
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.

Cleo Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence..
Char Be comforted, dear Madam.

Cleo. No, I will not.

All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we defpife; our fize of forrow
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.

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,
But Antony hath triumph'd on himself.

Gleo. So it fhould be, that none but Antony,
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, 'tis fo!
Ant. I am dying, Agypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kiffes the poor last
Come down.

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-
Affili, good friends.

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,
That the falfe hufwife Fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my
offence.

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,
Lament nor forrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with thofe my former fortunes,
Wherein liv'd the greatest prince o' th' world,
The nobleft once and do not now bafely die,
Nor cowardly put off my helmet to

My countryman: A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my fpirit is going;

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
No better than a ftye? O fee, my women!
The crown o' th' earth doth melt-my Lord!
Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The foldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone;

And there is nothing left remarkable,

Beneath the vifiting moon.

Char. Oh, quietness,' Lady!

Iras. She's dead too, our fovereign.

Char, Lady!

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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:

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