1 Guard. Not I.
2 Guard. Not I.

3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This fword but fhewn to Cafar, with 'thefe tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Where's Antony?

Der. There, Diomed, there.

Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not 'anfwer ?

[me

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy fword, and give

Sufficing ftrokes of death.

Dio. Moft abfolute Lord,

My mistress Cleopatra fent me to thee.

Ant. When did fhe fend thee?

Dio. Now, my Lord.

Ant. Where is the?

Dio, Lockt in her monument.

I

She had, alas! a prophefying fear

Of what hath come to pafs; for when she saw
(Which never shall be found) you did fufpect
She had difpos'd with Cafar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, fhe fent word fhe was dead:
But fearing fince how it might work, hath fent
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 followers out!

8 this

9 anfwer, man?

a had a

All.

All. Moft heavy day!

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To 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.

SCE

NE XIII.

A magnificent Monument.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.

Cleo. Oh 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 forrow
Proportion'd to our caufe, 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, his guard have brought him hither. Enter Antony born by the Guard.

Cleo. O thou fun,

3/Turn from the sphere thou mov'ft in! darkling stand The varying fhore o' th' world! O Antony!

Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; help, friends, + 'Below there, let us draw him hither.

Ant. Peace.

Not Cefar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
But Antony hath triumpht on himself.

Cleo. So it fhould be, that none but Antony

Should conquer Antony, but woe 'tis fo!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
VOL V.

2 fide your monument,

A a

I here

3 Burn the great fphere... old edit, Warb, emend. 4 Below; let's

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, 7'operation, or fting, I am fafe:

Your wife Octavia, with her modeft 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! Our strength is all gone into heaviness,

That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
The ftrong-wing'd Mercury fhould fetch thee up,
And fet thee by Jove's fide. Yet come a little,
Wifhers were ever fools. Oh come, come, come

[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra.
And welcome, welcome! Die where thou haft liv'à,
Quicken with kiffing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

All. O heavy fight!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Give me fome wine, and let me speak a little.
Cleo, No, let me fpeak, and let me rail fo high,
That the falfe hufwife Fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, fweet Queen.

Of Cafar feek your honour, with your 'fafety.`

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me;

None about Cæfar trust, but Proculeius.

5 lips. ... old edit. Theob. emend.

6 I dare not, dear,

Cleo.

Dear my lord, pardon; I dare not, ... old edit. Theob, emend.

zing, or operation

8 fafety oh

Cleo. My refolution and my hands I'll truft,
None about Cefar.

- Ant. The miferable change now at my end,
Lament nor forrow at: but pleafe your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes,
Wherein I liv'd; the greateft Prince o' th' world,
The nobleft once; and now not bafely die,
Nor cowardly put off my helmet to

My countryman; a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquifh'd. Now my fpirit is going;

I can no more

Cleo. Nobleft of men!

-woo't die?

Haft thou no care of me? fhall I abide

[Antony dies.

In this dull world, which in thy abfence is
No better than a ftye? O fee, my women!
The crown o' th' earth doth melt-my Lord-
Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The foldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,

And there is nothing left remarkable,

Beneath the visiting moon.

Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady.

Iras. She is dead too, our Sovereign.

Char. Lady!..

Iras. Madam!

Char. Oh 'Madam, Madam!

Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress!

Cleo. Peace, peace, Iras.

[She faints.

No more but a meer woman, and commanded
By fuch poor paffion as the maid that milks,
And does the meaneft chares. It were for me
To throw my scepter at th' injurious Gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
'Till they had ftoll'n our jewel. All's but nought:
Patience is fottifh, and impatience does

Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin,

9 Madam, madam, madam
i Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. No more, &c.

A a 2

To

To rush into the fecret house of death,

Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women?
What? what? good cheer! why, how now, Charmian?
My noble girls?-ah, women, women! look,

Our lamp is fpent, it's out-good Sirs, take heart,
We'll bury him and then what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,

And make death proud to take us.

Come away,
This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold.

Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend,
But refolution, and the briefeft end.

[Exeunt bearing off Antony's body.

ACT V.

V. S SCENE I.

Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Proculeius,

Gallus, and Train.

CÆSAR.

O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield,

2

Being fo fruftrate, -tell him, he but mocks

The paufes that he makes.

Dol. Cafar, I fhall.

[Exit Dolabella.

Enter Dercetas with the fword of Antony.

Cafar. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darʼft

Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas,

Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy

and spoke,

Beft to be ferv'd; whilft he ftood up,
He was my mafter, and I wore my life
To fpend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cefar: If thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.

2 he mocks

Cf.