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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!
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more!
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,
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
or poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let
[Drums afar off. With her prepared nails! [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well
Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death 3 Sold. Come on then!
Might have prevented many: – Eros, ho!-
SCENE X. - Between the two camps. Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage!
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
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
SCENE XI. – Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Than Telamon for his shield! the boar of Thessals
(Exeunt. Was never so emboss'd.
The soul and body rive not more in parting,
(Exeunt. Than greatness going off.
Cleo. To the monument!
Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
And word it, pr’ythee, piteously. Hence,
[Exit. Mardian! and bring me how he takes my
To the monument !
Enter Antony and Eros.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAX, Seas, and Mardian.
SCENE, XI. -The same. Another room.
Eros. Ay, noble lord !
The courage of a woman"; less noble mind
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
Thou then would'st kill me: do't! the time is come!
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek!
Shall I do that, which all tho Parthian darts,
Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
His corrigible neck, his face subdued
Ant. Come then! for with a wound I must be caril.
Most useful for thy country!
To do this, when I bade thee? Do it at once!
Or thy precedent services are all
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
[Turning from him.
Eros. My dear master,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell!
Eros. Farewell, great chief! Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros!
Eros. Why, there then! – [Falls on his sword.
Ant. Thrice nobler than myself!
(Erit Mardian. I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros
Thy master dies thy scholar! to do thus
[Falling on his suorii.
The guard ! - ho! – 0, dispatch me!
Enter Dercetas and guard.
Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead!
2 Guard. Nor I.
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.
Der. There, Diomed, there!
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, hare
Edge, sting, or operatiou, I am safe:
Demuring upon me. Bat come, come, Antony -
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!
Cleo. Here's sport, indeed! How hears reighs
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
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,
AU. A heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying!
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.
Ant. One word, sweet queen!
of Caesar seek your honour with your safety. – 0!
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;
None about Caesar!
Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world,
Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
Valiantly vanquish’d. Now, my spirit is going;
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better, than a stye?-0, see, my women,
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
Beneath the visiting moon!
Char. O, quietness, lady!
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign!
Char. Lady, -
Char. O, madam, madam, madam!
Iras. Royal Egypt !
Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares. — It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin,
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? -How do yoa, women!
What, what? good cheer! why, how now;
My noble girls! - Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out!-Good sirs, take heart!
[7o the guard below.
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's Where mine his thoughts did kindle, – that our noble,
Unreconcileable, should divide
Enter a Messenger.
The business of this man looks out of him,
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis
Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
of thy intents desires instruction;
Caes. Bid her have good heart;
Determine for her: for Caesar cannot live
[Exit Dolabella. To be ungentle.
(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
The quality of her passion shall require;
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
Aud how you find of her!
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!
Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now
flow hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
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,
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Caesur's.
Enter, to the gates of the monument, Proculeius,
Gallus, and Soldiers.
Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thon mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cleo. [Il'ithin.] What's thy name?
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquerid Egypt for my son,
You are fall’n into a princely hand, fear nothing !
full rii'erence frecly to my lord,
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find Dol. I understand not, madam.
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.
Dol. Most sovereign creature,
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
(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,
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back abore
The element they liv'd in. In his livery
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!
But, if there be, or ever were one such,
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,
Condemuing shadows quite.
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 !
You shall not kneel!
I pray you, rise! rise, Egypt !
Cleo. Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my
I must obey.
Caes. Take to you no hard thoughts:
The record of what injuries you did us,
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,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
[To Cleopatra. To make it clear; but do confess, I have
Been laden with like frailties, which before
Have often sham'd our sex.
(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
cruelty, by taking