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Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
With ships, made cities; condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman, less noble minded
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
" I'm conqueror of myself." Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable prosecution of difgrace
And horrour, that on my command thou then
Would'st kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæfar chou defeat'tt.
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?

Ant. Eros,
Would'ft thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleacht arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame: whilst the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cæfar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued ?.

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honeft sword, which thou hast worn Moft useful for thy Country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st 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 chat noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee.

[Turning from bim. Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant. Then let it do at once

The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros. My dear Master,
My Captain, and my Emp'ror ! Let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewel.

Ant. 'Tis said, man, and farewel.
Eros. Farewel, great Chief. Shall I ftrike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.

Eros. Why, there then [Eros kills bimself.
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.

[Dies. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction 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 Master dies thy Scholar; to do thus

[Falling on bis sword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead ? The guard-ho!---oh, dispatch me,

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Enter Dercetas, and Guard.
I Guard. What's the noise ?

Ant, l've done my work ill, friends :
O, make an end of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The star 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 ily,

fying fear

This sword but shewn to Cæfar, with this 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 sword,

and give me Sufficing strokes for death.

Dio. Most absolute Lord,
My Mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

Ant. When did she fend thee?
Dio. Now, my Lord.
Ant. Where is she?
Dio. Lockt in her Monument. She had a prophe-
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw
(Which never shall be found) you did fufpect
She had dispos'd with Cejr; and that your sage
Would not be purg'd, the sent word she was dead.
But fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
I dread, too late.
Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I

prythee. 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 shall command you. Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to

wear All your true follow'rs out. All

. Most heavy day!

Ant,

To grace

T

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp
Fate

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.
S c C Ε Ν Ε XII.
Changes to a magnificent Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. H Charmian, I will never go from hence,

Cbar. Be comforted, dear Madam.
Cleo. No, I will not :
All ftrange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise, our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.

Enter Diomedes.
How now? is he dead?

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'th' other side 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'ft in-dark

ling stand
The varying shore oʻth' world! O Antony !

Help, 6 O tbon Sun,

BURN the great Sphere thou mou'n in-darkling Aand

The varying Dore oth world! The varying frere o ob' world! i. e. of the Earth, where light and darkness make

Help, Cbarmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends,
Below; let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace.
Not Cæfar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
But Antony hath triumph'd on himself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony ; but, woe, 'tis fo!

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips. -Come down.

Cleo. I dare not, (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare

not ;) Left I be taken; not th' imperious shew Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operacion, I am safe; Your Wife QEtavia, with her modest

eyes
? And till conclusion shall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,
Help me, my women ; we must draw thee up
Affilt, good friends.

Ant. Öh, quick, or I am gone.
Cleo. Here's sport, indeed !--how heavy weighs

my Lord!

Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, an incessant våriation. But then, if the Sun should set on fire the whole Sphere, in which he was supposed to move, how could the Earth fand 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 mou'f in! i e. forsake it, Ay off from it: and then indeed the consequence would be, that the varying shore would become invariably dark.

7 And ftill conclusion,] i. e. fedately collected in herself, which even the sight of me could not ftir up into paflion.

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