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Enter Dercetas, and Guara, i Guard. What's the noise ?
Ant. I've done my work ill, friends : O, make an end of what I have begun. 2 Guard. The ftar is faln. i Guard. And time is at his period ! All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, Atrike me dead. i Guard. Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.
[Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cafar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
Enter Diomedes. Die. Where's Antony ? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio, Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man? Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy sword, and
give me Sufficing strokes for death.
Dio. Most absolute Lord.
Ant. When did she send thee?
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 shall command you.
Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out.
Ål. Most heavy day!
grace it with your sorrows. Bid That welcome
(Exeunt, bearing Antony. SCENE changes to a magnificent Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. OH hence.
Char. Be comforţed, dear Madam.
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying ; only yet (31) I here importune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the
laft I lay upon thy lips. Come down.
Cleo. I dare not, (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not ;) Left I be taken ; not th' imperious thew Of the full-fortun'd Cafar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, ferpents, have Edge, fting, or operation, I am fafe: Your Wife Oktavia, with her modeft eyes And fill conclusion, shall acquire no honour,
(31) I bere importune Death a wbile, until
of many tbou fand Kiffes the poor laß
I lay upon tby Lips. Cleo. I dare not, dear,
Dear my Lord, pardon ; 1 dare not,
Left I be taken.] What curious hobbling Verfification de we encounter here in the laft Lime' but one ? Befides, how inconfiftently is the Lady made to reply? Antony says, he only holds Life, 'till he can give her one last Kiss: and She cries, She dares not : What dares the not do? Kiss Antony? But how thould she? She was above lock'd in her Monument; and He below, on the Outfide of it. With a very slight Addition, I think, I can cure the whole ; and have a Warrant from Plutarcb for it into the Bargain.
Now Plutarcb fays that “ Antony was carried in his Men's “ Arms into tbe Entry of the Monument : Notwithlanding, Cleo.
patra would not open the Gates, but came to the bigh Windows, “ and cast out certain Chains and Ropes, &c.". So that Antony might very reasonably defire her to come down ; and She as reasonably excufs herself, for fear of being in nared by Cafar,
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony.
Ant. oh, quick, or I am gone.
[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die, where thou hast liv'd; Quicken with kiffing; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.
All. O heavy fight!
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying.
Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, sweet Queen.
Cheo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me ;
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change, now at my end,
No better than a stye? O see, my women!
Cleo. No more but a meer woman, and commanded
Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body.