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Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow 2 Sold, How now, masters? shoots

[Aside. Sold. How now? Out of the mind.

How now? do you hear this? Ant. And thou art honest too !

(Several speaking together a I wish, I could be made so many men;

1 Sold. Ay ; is't not strange? And all of you clapp'd up together in

3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear? An Antony; that I might do you service,

1 Sold. Follow the noise so far, as we have quarter; So good as you have done.

Let's see how't will give off. Serv. The gods forbid !

Sold. (Several speaking.] Content: 'tis strange! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:

(Eseunt. Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, SCENE IV.- The same. A room in the palace. As when mine empire was your fellow too,

Enter Antony, and CLEOPATRA; Charmian, and Others, And suffer'd my command.

attending Cleo. What does he mean?

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros! Eno. To make his followers weep.

Cleo. Sleep a little. Ant. Tend me to-night;

Ant. No, my chuck!- Eros, come! mine armour, May be, it is the period of your duty :

Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,

Enter Eros, with armour.
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on!-
You'll serve another master. I look on yon, If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, Because we brave her. - Come!
I turn you not away; but, like a master

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
Married to your good service, stay till death! What's this for?
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thon art
And the gods yield you

The armourer of my heart. — False, false; this, this! Eno. What mean you, sir,

Cleo. Sooth, la, l'll help! Thus it must be!
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; Ant. Well, well!
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,

We shall thrive now.–Seest thou, my good fellow? Transform us pot to women.

Go, put on thy defences. Ant. Ho, ho, ho!

Eros. Briefly, sir !
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends, Ant. Rarely, rarely!
You take me in too dolorous a sense:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you To doff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen’s a squiro
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, More tight at this, than thou: dispatch! - 0 love

, Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st Than death and honour. Let's to supper! come, The royal occupation ! thou should'st see And drown consideration !


Enter an Officer, armed.
SCENE 11I. — The sume. Before the palace. A workman in't!- Good-morrow to thee; welcome!

Enter two Soldiers, to their guard. Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: 1 Sold. Brother, good night! to-morrow is the day! To business that we love, we rise betime, 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well! And go to it with delight. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? 1 Off. A thousand, sir, 1 Sold. Nothing. What news?

Early though it be, have on their riveted trim, 2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

And at the port expect yon. Good night to you!

(Shout. Trumpets. Flourist

. 1 Sold. Well, sir, good night!

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. Enter two other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers,

2 Off. The moru is fair. - Good-morrow, general!

Au. Good-morrow, general!
Have carefal watch!

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads !
3 Sold. And you. Good night, good night! This morning, like the spirit of a youth

{The first two place themselves at their posts: That means to be of note, begins betimes...
4 Sold. Here we; [They take their posts.] and if so, so; come, give me that: this way: well said!

Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me! Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, Our landmen will stand up. 3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army,

And worthy shameful check it were, to stand And full of purpose.

On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. - You, that will fight

, 4 Sold. Peace! what noise?

[Music of hautboys under the stage. Follow me close! I'll bring yon to't!- Adien! 1 Sold. List, list!

[Exeunt Antony, Eros; Officers, and Soldiers. 2 Sold. Hark!

Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me! 1 Sold. Music i'the air.

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might 3 Sold. Under the earth! 4 Sold. It signs well,

Determine this great war in single fight!

Then, Antony,
Does't not?
8 Sold. No.

SCENE V.- ANTONY's camp near Alexandria. 1 Sold. Peace, I say! What should this mean?

Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and Eros; a Soldier
Now leaves him.
% Sold. "fis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov’d, Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony
1 Sold. Walk! let's see if other watchmen

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy
Do hear what we do. (They advance to another post. To make me fight at land!



(Kisses her.


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Sold. Had'st thou done so,

Agr. Retire, we have engagd ourselves too far: The kings that have revolted, and the soldier Caesar himself has work, and our oppression That has this morning left thee, would have still Exceeds what we expected.

(Exeunt. Follow'd thy heels.

Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scant's wounded. Ant. Who's gone this morning ?

Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Sold. Who?

Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
One ever near thee; call for Enobarbus,

With clouts about their heads.
He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Say, I am none of thine.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
Ant. What say'st thou ?

But now 'tis made an H.
Sold. Sir,

Ant. They do retire.
He is with Caesar,

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

Room for six scotches more.
He has not with him.

Enter EROS.
Ant. Is he gone?

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves
Sold. Most certain.

For a fair victory.
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it! Scar. Let us score their backs,
Detain no jot, charge thee! write to him

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind ;
(I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings! 'Tis sport to maul a runner.
Say, that I wish he never find more cause

Ant. I will reward thee
To change a master. – 0, my fortunes have

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
Corupted honest men !- Esos, dispatch! (Exeunt. For thy good valour. Come thee on!
SCENE VI.- Caesar's camp before Alexandria. Scar. I'll halt aftep.

Flourish. Enter Caesar, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS,
and Others.

SCENE VII.- Under the walls of Alexandria. Caes. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight! Alarum. Enter Antony, marching; Scabus, and Our will is, Antony be took alive ;

forces. Make it so known!

Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before, Agr. Caesar, I shall !

(Exit Agrippa. And let the queen know of our guests!—To-morrow, Caes. The time of universal peace is near : Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world that has to-day escap'd. I thank you

all! Shall bear the olive freely.

For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Enter a Messenger.

Not as yoa serv'd the cause, but as it had been Mess. Antony

Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Is come into the field.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Caes. Go, charge Agrippa

Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Plant those that have revolted in thç van,

Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss That Antony may seem to spend his fury

The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand! Upon himself. (Exeunt Caesar and his train.

[To Scarus. Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade

To this great fany Pll commend thy acts,
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,

Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the world.
And leave his master Antony: for this pains, Chain mine arm'd neck! leap thon, attire and all,
Caesar hath havg'd him. Canidius , and the rest, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
That fell away, have entertainment, but

Ride on the pants triumphing!
No honourable trust. I have done ill;

Cleo. Lord of lords!
of which I do accuse myself so sorely,

O infinite virtue! com'st thon smiling from
That I will joy no more.

The world's great snare uncaught?
Enter a Soldier of Caesar's.

Ant. My nightingale,
Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? though
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with

grey His bounty overplus. The messenger.

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now, A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Unloading of his mules.

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Eno. I give it you.

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;
- Sold. Mock me vot, Enobarbus!

Kiss it, my warrior! -- He hath fought to-day,
I tell you true. Best that you saf'd the bringer As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Destroy'd in such a shape.
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Cleo. P'll give thee, friend,
Continues still a Jove.

(Èxit Soldier. An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Like holy Phoebus' car. - - Give me thy hand!
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
My better service, when my turpitude

Bear our hack'd targets like the men, that owe them :
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart : Had our great palace the capacity
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean To camp this host, we all would sup together;
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
I fight against thee!-- No: I will go seek

Which promises royal peril. — Trumpeters,
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
My latter part of life.

(Exit. Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ;
SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps. That heaven and earth may strike their soands to-
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and

Applauding our approach.


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Caesar's camp.

Aid dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS. Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
We must return to the court of guard. The night of what he has, and has not.
Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight. Re-enter As-
By the second hour i'the morn.
2 Sold. This last day was

Ant. All is lost! A shrewd one to us.

This foul Egyptian hath betray'd me; Eno. 0, bear me witness, night,

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder 3 Sold. What man is this?

They cast their caps up, and carouse together 2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him!

Like friends long lost. — Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis Ero. Be witness to me, ( thou blessed moon,

thou When men revolted shall upon


Hast sold me to this voice; and my heart Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Makes only wars on thee. — Bid them all fly! Before thy face repent!

For when I am reveng’d upon my charm, 1 Sold, Enobarbus !

I have done all. - Bid them all fly, be gone! 3 Sold. Peace!

\Exit Scarus. Hark further!

O sun, thy uprise shall see no more! Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, Fortune and Antony part here; even here The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; Do we shake hands. — All come to this? -The hearts, That life, a very rebel to my


That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
May hang no longer on me! Throw my heart Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
Against the flint and hardness of my fault; On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark’d,
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,

O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, --
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Whose eye beck'd forthamy wars, and call’d them Forgive me in thine own particular;

home; But let the world rank me in register

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, A master-leaver, and a fugitive!

Like a right gipsey, hath, as fast and loose, Ó Antony! 0 Antony!

(Dies. Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss. 2 Sold. Let's speak

What, Eros, Eros! To him!

Enter CLEOPATRA, 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks, Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! May concern Caesar.

Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? 3 Sold. Let's do so! but he sleeps.

Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, 1 Sold. Swoons rather ; for so bad a prayer as his And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee, Was never yet for sleeping.

And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: 2 Sold. Go we to him.

Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot g Sold. Awake, awake, sir! speak to us!

Of all thy sex! post monster-like, be shown 2 Sold. Hear you, sir?

por poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let
I Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark, Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
the drums

[Drums afar of With her prepared nails! [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well
Demurely wake the sleepers ! Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour. If it be well to live: but better 'twere
Is fully out.

Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death 8 Sold. Come on then!

Might have prevented many. - Eros, ho!--
He may recover yet. (Exeunt with the body. The shirt of Nessus is opon me! Teach me,

SCENE X.- Between the two camps. Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage!
Enter Axtony and Scarts, with forces marching. Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’the moon;
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;

And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest dlab,
We please them not by land.

Subdue my worthiest sell! The witch shall die!
Scar. For both, my lord !
Ant. I would, they'd
figlit i'the fire, or in the air; Under this plot: she dies fort! – Eros, ho! (Exito

To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,


Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven! Further on,

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Jeas, and Mardias
Where their appointment we may best discover,

Cleo. Help me, my women ! O, he is more mad,

Than Telamon for his shield! the boar of Thessal
And look on their endeavour.

(Exeunt. Was never so emboss’d.
Enter Caesan, and his forces, marching; Char. To the monument!
Caes. But being charg’d, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force

There lock yourself, and send him word you are

Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage,

The soul and body rive not more in parting,

[Exeunt. Than greatness going off.
Re-enter Antony and SCARUS,

Cleo. To the monument!
Ant. Yet they're not join'd: where yonder pine Mardian, go tell him, I have slain myself ;

doth stand,
I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word

Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
Straight, how 'tis like to go.

And word it, pr’ythee, piteously. Hence,
Scar. Swallows have built

[Exit. Mardian ! and bring me how he takes my

To the monument!
In Cleopatra's sails their nests : thee augurers
Say, they know not, – they cannot tell;

SCENE, XU. -The same. Another room.


Enter ANTONY and Eros.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

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Eros. Ay, noble lord !

The courage of a woman'; less noble mind
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish; Than she, which, by her death, our Caesar tells,
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,

I am conqueror of myself! Thou art sworn, Eros,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

That, when the exigent should come, (which now
A forked mountain, or blue promontory

Is come, indeed) when I should see behind me
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, The inevitable prosecution of
And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,

Thou then would'st kill me: do't ! the time is come!
They are black vesper's pageants.

Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Eros. Ay, my y lord!

Put colour in thy cheek!
Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a Eros. The gods withhold me!

Shall I do that, which all tho Parthian darts,
The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
As water is in water.

Ant. Eros,
Eros. It does my lord!

Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
Even such a body: here I am Antony;

His corrigible neck, his face subdued
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my ! nave! To penetrative shamè; whilst the wheel'd seat
I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen, Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine; His baseness that ensued ?
Which, whilst it was mine, had anncx'd unto't Eros. I would not see't.
A million more, now lost, — she, Eros, has

Ant. Come then! for with a wound I must be curil.
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false play'd my glory Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast won
Unto an enemy's triumph.-

Most useful for thy country!
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros ! there is left us

Eros. 0, sir, pardon me!
Ourselves to end ourselves !-0, thy rile lady! Ant. When I did make thee free, swor’st thou not

She hath robb'd me of my sword.

To do this, when I bade thee? Do it at once!
Mar. No, Antony;

Or thy precedent services are all
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled But accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come!
With thine entirely.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Ant. Hence, saucy enuch! peace!

Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death ! Ant. Lo thee!

[Turning from him.
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; Eros. My sword is drawn !
And that she has discharg’d. What thou would'st do, Ant. Then let it do at once
Is done unto thy hand; the last she sp-ke The thing why thou hast drawn it.
Was, Antony! most noble Antony!

Eros. My dear master,
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
The name of Antony; it was divided

Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell !
Between her heart and lips. She render'd life, Ant. 'Tis said, man!- and farewell !
Thy name so buried in her.

Eros. Farewell, great chief! Shall I strike now?
Ant. Dead then?

Ant. Now, Eros !
Mar. Dead.

Eros. Why, there then! [Falls on his sword.
Ant. Eros, unarm! the long day's task is done, Thus do I escape the sorrow
And we must sleep! - That thou depart'st hence Of Antony's death!

(Dies. safe,

Ant. Thrice nobler than myself!
Does pay thy labour richly. Go! - olf, pluck off! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

[Erit Mardian. I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides! A nobleness in record: but I will be
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
Crack thy frail case ! Apace, Eros, apace!- As to a lover's bed. Come then! and, Eros,
No more a soldier!

Bruised pieces, go! Thy master dies thy scholar! to do thus
You have been nobly borne. - From me a while!

(Falling on his swori.
(Exit Eros. I learn'd of thee! How ! not yet dead? pot dead?
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

The guard !- ho!- 0, dispatch me!
Weep for my pardon! So it must be, for now

Enter Derceras and guard.
All length is torture. - Since the torch is out, 1 Guard. What's the noise ?
Lie down, and stray no further! Now all labour Ant. I have done my work ill, friends! O, make
Mars what it does ; yea, very force entangles

an end
Itself with strength. Seal then, and all is done! Of what I have begun.
Eros!—I come, my queen! - Eros ! Stay for me! 2 Guard. The star is fallen!
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, 1 Guard. And time is at his period !
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze! All. Alas, and woe!
Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,

Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead!
And all the haunt be ours ! - Come, Eros, Eros ! 1 Guard. Not S.
Re-enter Eros.

2 Guard. Nor I.
Eros. What would my lord ?

3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt Guard. Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers ily.
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Shall enter me with him.
Quarter'd the world, and o’er green Neptune's back

With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack Dio. Where's Antony ?

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Der. There, Diomed, there!

Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Dio. Lives he?

Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe :
Wilt thou not answer, man ? (Exit Dercetas. Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
and give me

Demuring upon me. — Bat come, come, Antony!
Sufficiog strokes for death!

Relp me, my women! -- we must draw thee up; Dio. Most absolute lord,

Assist, good friends! My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee!

Ant. O, quick, or I am gone !
Ant. When did she send thee?

Cleo. Here's sport, indeed! How heavy reighs
Dio. Now, my lord!
Ant. Where is she?

Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesy- That makes the weight! Had I great Juno's power,
ing fear

The strong-wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up,
Of what liath come to pass : for when she saw And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, -
(Which never shall be found,) you did suspect Wishers were ever fools; - 0, come, come, come!
She had dispos’d with Caesar, and that your rage

(They draw Antony up. Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast liv'd: dead;

Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Thus would I wear them out!
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,

All. A heavy sight!
I dread, too late!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying!
Ant. Too late, good Diomed! - Call my guard, Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
I pr'ythee

Cleo. No, let me speak! and let me rail so high, Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, what, ho!

Provok'd by my oilence.
Come, your lord calls!

Ant. One word, sweet queen!
Enter some of the guard.

of Caesar seek your honour with your safety. ~-0!
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; Cleo. They do not go together.
'Tis the last service, that I shall command you. Ant. Gentle, hear me!

1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear None about Caesar trust, but Proculcius! All your true followers out.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust ;
Al. Most heavy day!

None about Caesar!
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate Ant. The miserable change now at my

end, To

grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, Which conies to punish us, and we punish it In feeding them with those my former fortunes Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up!

Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world,
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends, The noblest: and do now not basely die,
And have my thanks for all!

Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
[Exeunt, bearing Antony. My countryman, a Romau, by a Roman

Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going
SCENE XIII.- The same. A monument. I can no more !
Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die?
Cleo. O Charmian, I wili never go from hence ! Aast thou no care of me? shall I abide
Char. Be comforted, dear madam!

In this dull world, which in thy absence is
Cleo. No, I will not !

No better, than a stye? — 0, see, my women,
All strange and terrible events are welcome, The crown o'the earth doth 'melt!--- My lord !~
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, 0, wither'd is the garlance of the war,
Proportion’d to our cause, must be as great, The soldier's pole is fallen! young boys, and girla


Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
As that which makes it. -- How now? is he dead? And there is nothing left remarkable
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.

Beneath the visiting moon!

[She farm Look out o'the other side your monument,

Char. O, quietness, lady!
His guard have brought him thither.

Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign!
Enter Antony, borne by the guardo

Char. Lady, -
Cleo. O thou sun,

Iras. Madam,
Burn the great sphere thou mor'st in! darkling Char. 0, madam, madam, madam!

Iras. Royal Egypt!
The varying shore o'the world! - Antony ! Empress!
Antony, Antony!- Charmian, help! help, fras! Char. Peace, peace, Iras !
Help, friends below! let's draw him hither!

Cleo. No more, but'e'en a woman; and commanded
Ant. Peace!

By such poor passion as the maid tbat milks, Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, And does the meanest chares. - It were for mo But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.

To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony To tell them, that this world did equal theirs

, Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught;
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying! only

Patience is sottish; and impatience does
I here impórtune death a while, until

Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin,
of many thousand kisses the poor last

To rush into the secret house of death,
I lay upon thy lips.

Ere death dare come to us? How do yon, women!
Cleo. I dare not, dear,

What, what? good cheer! why, how pow, Charmian? Dear my lord, pardon!) I dare not,

My noble girls! - Ah, women, women! look, Lest I be taken: pot the imperious show

Our lamp is spent, it's out!--Good sirs, take heartOf the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shali

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