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 Cafar tells,
"I'm conqueror of myfelf." Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable profecution of difgrace

And horrour, that on my command thou then
Would't kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou ftrik'ft 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?

Ant. Eros,

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

To penetrative fhame: whilft the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cafar, drawn before him, branded
His bafeness that enfued?

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.
Ant. Then let it do at once

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[Turning from him.

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The thing why thou haft drawn it.
Eros. My dear Master,

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

I fhould, and thou could'ft not; my Queen and Eros
Have by their brave inftruction 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 Scholar; to do thus

[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,
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 give me Sufficing ftrokes for death.

Dio. Moft abfolute Lord,

My Mistress Cleopatra fent me to thee.
Ant. When did the fend 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
(Which never fhall be found) you did fufpect
She had difpos'd with Cear; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, the fent word fhe was dead.
But fearing fince 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 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
Which comes to punifh 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.

Changes to a magnificent Monument.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.

Cleo. Char. Be comforted, dear Madam.
H Charmian, I will never go from hence,
Cleo. No, I will not:

All ftrange 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 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,
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 thould be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, 'tis fo!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until

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
Edge, fting, or operation, I am safe;

Your Wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
'And still conclufion fhall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,
Help me, my women; we must draw thee up-
Affift, good friends.

Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's fport, indeed!-how heavy weighs my Lord!

gone

Our ftrength is all
That makes the weight.

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.

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