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Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Ant. Dead then?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros; the long day's task is
Pluck off I--.
Eros. What would my lord?
Ant. Since Cleopatra dy'd, I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword 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 Caesar tells, I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros, That, when the exigent should come, (which now
Is come, indeed) when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't, the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
Eros. The gods withhold me!
Eros. I would not see't.
Ant. Come, then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country.
Eros. O 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 that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee. [Turning away his Face.
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once
Eros. My dear master,
Ant. Tis said, man; and farewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then: [Falling on his sword.] Thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. [Dies.
Ant. Thrice nobler than myself!
Sword.] and, Eros,
[Running on it. I learnt of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?
Enter Guard and Dercetas.
The guard? how !- -O despatch me.
1 Guard. What's the noise?
Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make an end Of what I have begun.
1 Guard. The star is fallen.
1 Guard. And time is at his period.
All. Alas, and woe!
Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead.
1 Guard. Not I.
2 Guard. Nor 1.
3 Guard. Nor anyone. [Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
Diom. Where's Antony?
Diom. Lives he ?—Wilt thou not answer, man?
[Exit Dercetas, with the Sword.
Diom. Most absolute lord,
Diom. Lock'd in her monument. She had a pro-
Ant. Too late, good Diomede. Call my guard, I
pry thee. Diom. What ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what ho!
Enter some of the Guard.
Come, your lord calls.
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. All. Most heavy day!
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate, To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
[Exeunt, bearing Antony.
The same.—A Monument.
Enter, at a Window above, Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
Cleo. No, I will not:
As that which makes it.—How now? is he dead?
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
Cleo. O sun, sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling stand The varying shore o'the world !—O Antony, Antony, Antony !—Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.