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Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Thy name so bury'd in her.

Ant. Dead then?

Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros; the long day's task is
And we must sleep:—That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; Go.—[Exit Mar.]

Pluck off I--.
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case!—Apace, Eros, apace.—
No more a soldier: Bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne.—From me a while.

['Exit Eros.
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture; since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no farther: Now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done.—
Eros !—I come, my queen :—Eros!—Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand;
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her areas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros.

Enter Eros.

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!
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensu'd ?

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
The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros. My dear master,
My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

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!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
I should, and thou couldst 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; [Taking Eros'

Sword.] and, Eros,
Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus

[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,
Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomede.

Diom. Where's Antony?
Der. There, Diomede, there.

Diom. Lives he ?—Wilt thou not answer, man?

[Exit Dercetas, with the Sword.
Ant. Art thou there, Diomede? Draw thy sw ord,
and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.

Diom. Most absolute lord,
The empress Cleopatra sent me to thee?
Ant. When did she send thee?
Diom. Now, my lord.
Ant. Where is she?

Diom. Lock'd in her monument. She had a pro-
phesying fear
Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw
(Which never shall be found) you did suspect
She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was

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 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
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.

Scene VIII.

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:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportioned to our cause, must be as great

Enter Diomede.

As that which makes it.—How now? is he dead?
Diom. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look
O'the other side your monument.—But see,
His guard have brought him hither.

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.

Ant. Peace:

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