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[Act IV.
SCENE IX.- Caesar's camp.

And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Sentinels on their post. Enter ExOBARBUS. Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, 1 Sold. If we be not relier'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 AsBy 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. O, 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, I thou blessed moon,

thou When men revolted shall upon record

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

Makes only wars on thee. — Bid them all fig! 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 I 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 will,

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 forthemy 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, 0 Antony! O Antony!

[Dies. Beguild me to the very heart of loss. 2 Suld. 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 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir! speak to us!

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

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

[Drums afar off. 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 3 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 Antony 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 club,
We please them not by land.

Subdue my worthiest sell! The witch shall die! Scar. For both, my lord !

To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Ant. I would, they'd

figlit i'the fire, or in the air; Under this plot: she dies fort! – Eros, ho! (Brito
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,

SCENE XI. – Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven! Further on, Cleo. Help me, my women ! O, he is more mad.
Where their appointment we may best discover,

Than Telamon for his shield! the boar of Thessals
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 byʻland, There lock yourself, and send him word
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force

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 'lis 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; look

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

thou’rt gone,

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAX, Seas, and Mardian.




SCENE, XI. -The same. Another room.


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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 äie black vesper's pageants.

Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Eros. Ay, my 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 shame; 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 annex'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 caril.
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false play'd my glory Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast woju
Unto an enemy's triumph.

Most useful for thy country!
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros ! there is left us Eros. O, sir, pardon me!
Ourselves to end ourselves !-0, thy vile 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 fortuncs 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 ne 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 spoke 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 suorii.
(Exit Eros. I learn'd of thee! How ! not yet dead? not 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 Dercetas 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
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, baseness. I, that with my sword

Shall enter me with him.
Quarter'd the world, and o’er green Neptune's back

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Der. There, Diomed, there!

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

Edge, sting, or operatiou, 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 -
Safsicing strokes for death!

llelp 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 hears 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 make, the weight! Had I great Juno's power,

The strong-wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up, Of what hath 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 lir'd;

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,

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

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying!
Ant. Too late, good Diomed! Call my geard, 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 Fortage break her wheel, what, ho!

Provok'd by my ollence.
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;
All. Most heavy day!

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

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,
Aud 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 garlanu of the war,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great, The soldier's pole is fallen! yonng boys, and girls

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!
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!

Char. O, 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!
Not Caesar's valour kath o'erthrown Antony,

By such poor passion as the maid that milks,

And does the meanest chares. — It were for me
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony

To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ;
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying! only

Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught;

Patience is sottish; and impatience does
I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last

Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin,

To rush into the secret house of death,
I lay upon thy lips. -
Cleo. 'I dare not, dear,

Ere death dare come to us? -How do yoa, women!
Dear my lord, pardon!) I dare not,

What, what? good cheer! why, how now;
Lest I be taken: pot the imperious show

My noble girls! - Ah, women, women! look,
Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shali

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We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's Where mine his thoughts did kindle, – that our noble,

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,

Unreconcileable, should divide
And make death proud to take us. Come, away, Our equalness to this. — Ilear me, good friends!
This case of that huge spirit now is cold ! But I will tell you at some meeter season. —
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend

Enter a Messenger.
But resolution, and the briefest end !

The business of this man looks out of him,
[Exeunt; those above bearing of Antony's We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?

Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis


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of thy intents desires instruction;
SCENE I. — Caesan's camp before Alexandria. That she preparedly may frame herself
Enter Caesar, Agrippa, DOLABELLA, Mecaenas, Gal- To the way she's forced to.
LUS, PROCULETUS, and Others.

Caes. Bid her have good heart;
Caes. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield ! She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by How honourable and how kindly we
The pauses, that he makes.

Determine for her: for Caesar cannot live
Dol. Caesar, I shall!

[Exit Dolabella. To be ungentle.
Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Mess. So the gods preserve thee!

(Exze. Caes. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Caes. Come hither, Proculeius! Go, and say, dar'st

We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
Appear thus to us?

The quality of her passion shall require;
Der. I anı call'd Dercetas;

Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Best to be serv’d: whilst he stood up, and spoke, Would be eternal in our triumph. Go,
He was my master; and I wore my life,

And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
To spend upon his haters. If thon please

Aud how you find of her!
To take me to thee, as I was to him

Pro. Caesar, I shall!

(Exit Proculeius. J'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,

Caes. Gallus, go you along! - Where's Dolabella, I yield thee up my life.

To second Proculeius?

(Exit Gallus. Caes. What is't thou say’st?

Agr. et Mec. Dolabella!
Der. I say, o Caesar, Antony is dead!

Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now
Caes. The breaking of so great a thing shoald make How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready.
A greater crack. The round world should have Go with me to my tent; where you shall see

flow hardly I was drawn into this war;
Lions into civil streets,

How calm and gentle I proceeded still
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony In all my writings. Go with me, and see
Is not a single doom; in the name lay

What I can show in this!

[Exeunt. A moiety of the world! Der. He is dead, Caesar!

SCENE II. Alexandria. A room in the monuNot by a public minister of justice,

Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand

Which writ his honour in the acts it did,

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Splitted the heart. – This is his sword,

Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
I robb’d his wound of it: behold it stain's

A minister of her will; and it is great
With his most noble blood.

To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Caes. Look you sad, friends?

Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings

Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
To wash the eyes of kings.

The beggar's nurse and Caesur's.
Agr. And strange it is,

Enter, to the gates of the monument, Proculeius,
That nature must compel us to lament

Gallus, and Soldiers.
Our most persisted deeds.

Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
Mec. His taints and honours

And bids thee study on what fair demands
Waged equal with him.

Thon mean'st to have him grant thee.
Agr. A rarer spirit never

Cleo. [Il'ithin.] What's thy name?
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Pru. My name is Proculeius.
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. Cleo. (IT ithin.) Antony
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before Did till me of yon, bade me trust you; but

I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
He needs must see himself.

That have no use for trusting. If your master
Cues. O Antony!

Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
I have follow'd thee to this!- But we do lance That majesty, to keep decorum, must
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce

No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
Have shown to thee such a declining day,

To give me conquerid Egypt for my son,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together He gives me so much of mine own, as I
In the whole world: but yet let me lament, Will kneel to him with thanks.
With tears as sovereign, as the blood of hearts, Pro. Be of good cheer!
That thou, my brother, my competitor

You are fall’n into a princely hand, fear nothing !
In top of all design, my mate in empire,


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Friend and companion in the front of war, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
The arm of mine own body, and the heart On all that need. Let me report to him

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Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find Dol. I understand not, madam.
A conqueror, that wil pray in aid for kindness, Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony; -
Where he for grace is kneelid to.

o, such another sleep, that I might see Cleo. (Within.j Pray you, tell him

But such another man! I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him

Dol. If it might please you, – The greatness he has got. I hourly learn

Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and thereia stuck A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly A sun, and moon:which kept their course, and lighted Look him i'the face.

The little 0, the earth.
Pro. This I'll report, dear lady!

Dol. Most sovereign creature,
Have comfort; for I know, your plight is pitied Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: Lis rear'd arm
Of him that caus'd it.

Crested the world: his voice was propertied
Cal. You see how easily she may be surpris’d; As all the taned spheres, and that to friends :

(Tere Proculeius, und two of the guard, a- But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,

scend the monument by a ladder placed He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
against a window, and having descended, There was no winter in't ; an autumn 'twas,
come behind Cleopatra. Some of the guard That grew the more by reaping. His delights
unbar and

Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back abore
Guard her till Caesar come!

The element they liv'd in. In his livery
(To Proculeius and the guard. Exit Gallus. Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands
Iras. Royal queen!
Char, o Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands!

Dol. Cleopatra, —

[Drawing a dagger. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, sach a man Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hola!

As this I dream'd of?

Seizes and disarms her. Dol. Gentle madam, no!
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
Reliev'd, but not betray'd.

But, if there be, or ever were one such,
Cleo. What, of death too,

It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants staf That rids our dogs of languish

To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine Pro. Cleopatra,

An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Do not abuse my master's bounty by

Condemuing shadows quite.
The undoing of yourself: let the world sce Dol. Gear me, good madam!
His nobleness well acted, which your death Your loss is as yourself, great; and yon bear it
Will never let come forth.

As answering to the weight. 'Would, I might never Cleo. Where art thou, death?

O’ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen by the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Worth many babes and beggars!

My very heart at root. Pro. (), temperance, lady!

Cleo. I thauk you,

sir ! Cleo, Sir, I will eal no meat, I'll not drink, sir! Know you, whát Caesar means to do with me? Jf idle talk will once be necessary,

Dol. I ain loth to tell you, what I would you kock. I'll not sleep neither ! This mortal house I'll ruin, Cleo. Nay, pray yon, sir, — Do Caesar what he can! Kuow, sir, that I

Dol. Though he honourable,Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Cleo. He'll lead me then ia triumph? Nor once be chástis”d with the sober eye

Dol. Madam, he will; Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,

I know it. And show me to the shouting varletry

Within. Make way there, - Caesar! Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt

Enter Caesar, GALLUS , Puocuieics, Mecatras, Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud

SELEUCUS, and Attendants. Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies

Caes. Which is the queen Blow me into abhorring! rather make

of Egypt? My country's high pyramides my gibbet,

Dol. 'Tis the emperor,

madam![Cleopatra Aud hang me up in chains !

Caes. Arise,
Pro. You do extend

You shall not kneel!
These thoughts of horror further than you


I pray you, rise! rise, Egypt !
Find cause in Caesar.

Cleo. Sir, the gods

Will have it thus; my
Dol. Proculcius,

I must obey.
What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: as for the queen,

Caes. Take to you no hard thoughts:
I'll take her to my guard.

The record of what injuries you did us,
Pro. So, Dolabella,

Though written in our flesh, we shall remember It shall content me best: be gentle to her!

As things but done by chance.

Cleo. Sole sir o'the world,
To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,

I cannot project mine own cause so well
If you'll employ me to him.

[To Cleopatra. To make it clear; but do confess, I have
Cleo. Say, I would die.

Been laden with like frailties, which before

Have often sham'd our sex.
(E.xeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Caes. Cleopatra, know,
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? We will extenuate rather than enforce :
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. A benefit in this change; but if you seek


(Which towards you are most gentle, you shali kad You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; To lay ou me a Is't not your tick?

Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself


master and



cruelty, by taking

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