Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back, And horrour, that on my command thou then Eros. The Gods with-hold me! Shall I do That, which all the Parthian darts, Ant. Eros, Would'ft thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee To penetrative fhame: whilft 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 honest sword, which thou haft worn Moft ufeful for thy Country. Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me. Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not then To do this when I bade thee? do it at once, Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. Eros. My fword is drawn. 0 4 [Turning from him. The The thing why thou haft drawn it. 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 I fhould, and thou could'ft not; my Queen and Eros A Nobleness in Record. But I will be [Falling on his fword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead? The guard-ho!-oh, difpatch me. 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 faln. I Guard. And time is at his period! All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead, I Guard. Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but fhewn to Cafar, with this tidings, Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's Antony? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man? and give me Sufficing ftrokes for death. Dio. Moft abfolute Lord, My Mistress Cleopatra fent me to thee. Dio. Now, my Lord. Ant. Where is the? in her Monument. She had a prophe Dio. Lockt fying fear Of what hath come to pafs; for when fhe faw Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I pr❜ythee. Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's Guard. The Guard, What, hoa! Come, your Lord calls. Enter the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides 'Tis the last service 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. Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please harp. Fate Το grace it with your forrows. Bid That welcome I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, [Exeunt, bearing Antony. Changes to a magnificent Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above. Cleo. Char. Be comforted, dear Madam. All ftrange and terrible events are welcome, Enter Diomedes. 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 thither. ·Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O thou Sun, Turn from th' great Sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling ftand The varying 60 thou Sun, shore o' th' world! O Antony! Help, BURN the great Sphere thou mov'ft indarkling fand The varying bore o' th' world! The varying fhore o th' aworld! i. . of the Earth, where light and darkness make Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends, Ant. Peace, Not Cæfar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony, Cleo. So it thould be, that none but Antony Of many thousand kiffes the poor last I lay upon thy lips. Cleo. I dare not, -Come down. (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not;) Left 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 Your Wife Octavia, with her modest eyes Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's fport, indeed!-how heavy weighs my Lord! gone Our ftrength is all into heaviness, Had I great Juno's power, an inceffant variation. But then, if the Sun fhould fet on fire the whole Sphere, in which he was fuppofed to move, how could the Earth and darkling? On the contrary it would be in perpetual light. Therefore, if we will allow Cleopatra not to be quite mad, we must believe she said, TURN FROM th' great Sphere thou mov'ft in! i e. forfake it, fly off from it: and then indeed the confequence would be, that the varying hore would become invariably dark. 7 And ftill conclufion,-] . e. fedately collected in herself, which even the fight of me could not stir up into passion. The |