646 SCENE IX. CAESAR's camp. 2 Sold. This last day was A shrewd one to us. Eno. O, bear me witness, night, 3 Sold. What man is this? 2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him! Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did 1 Sold. Enobarbus ! 3 Sold. Peace! Hark further! Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, May hang no longer on me! Throw my heart 2 Sold. Let's speak To him! And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight. Re-enter As Ant. All is lost! TONY. This foul Egyptian hath betray'd me; thou Hast sold me to this voice; and my heart [Exit Scarus. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more! home; Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Enter CLEOPATRA. 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks, Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! May concern Caesar. 3 Sold. Let's do so! but he sleeps. Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? 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: thou'rt gone, If it be well to live: but better 'twere Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; Under this plot : she dies for't!-Eros, ho! [Ext. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad, Than Telamon for his shield! the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd. Char. To the monument! There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting, [Exeunt. Than greatness going off. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: where yonder doth stand, I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nests: thee augurers grimly, Cleo. To the monument! pine Mardian, go tell him, I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony, And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, [Exit. Mardian! and bring me how he takes my death! look To the monument! [Exeunt. SCENE XII. The same. Another room. Enter ANTONY and EROS. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me? A A T A T T Nay, weep not, gentle Eros! there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves!—O, thy vile lady! Enter MARDIAN. She hath robb'd me of my sword. Mar. No, Antony; My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. Ant. Hence, saucy enuch! peace! She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips. She render'd life, Ant. Dead then? Mar. Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm! the long day's task is done, And we must sleep! That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly. Go!-Off, pluck off! I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and And all the haunt be ours!- Come, Eros, Eros! Eros. What would my lord? I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods The courage of a woman; less noble mind Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Eros. The gods withhold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat 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 word 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! But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come! Ant. Then let it do at once My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Eros. Farewell, great chief! Shall I strike now? Eros. Why, there then! [Falls on his sword. Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death! Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what [Dies. I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros A nobleness in record: but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't [Falling on his sword. - 1 Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends! O, make an end Of what I have begun. 2 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 I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. Enter DIOMEDES. Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Call my guard, Ant. O, quick, or I am gone! my lord! How heavy weighs Our strength is all gone into heaviness, 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 I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends, [Exeunt, bearing Antony. SCENE XIII.-The same. A monument. As that which makes it. How now? is he dead? Look out o'the other side your monument, His guard have brought him thither. Enter ANTONY, borne by the guard. Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying! Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Ant. One word, sweet queen! Of Caesar seek your honour with your safety. ~0! None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius! Ant. The miserable change now at my end, darkling Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Cleo. I dare not, dear, Dear my lord, pardon!) I dare not, [Dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die? Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign! Iras. Madam, [She faints. Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded - you, women? What, what? good cheer! why, how now, Charmian? We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's Where mine his thoughts did kindle, noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away, stars, Unreconcileable, should divide The business of this man looks out of him, [Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis SCENE I. CAESAR's camp before Alexandria. Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS, LUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others. Caes. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield! Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by The pauses, that he makes. Dol. Caesar, I shall! [Exit Dolabella. Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of Antony. Caes. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my life, To spend upon his haters. If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, Caes. What is't thou say'st? Der. I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead! Caes. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack. The round world should have shook Caes. Bid her have good heart; She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, How honourable and how kindly we Determine for her: for Caesar cannot live To be ungentle. Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. Caes. Come hither, Proculeius! Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require; Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. Go, And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, And how you find of her! Pro. Caesar, I shall! [Exit Proculeius. Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave, To do that thing that ends all other deeds; 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 Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. Cleo. [Within.] What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. [Within.] Antony Did till me of you, bade me trust Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him Pro. This I'll report, dear lady! Have comfort; for I know, your plight is pitied Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; Guard her till Caesar come! [To Proculeius and the guard. Exit Gallus. Iras. Royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold! [Drawing a dagger. Dol. I understand not, madam. Do not abuse my master's bounty by The undoing of yourself: let the world see Will never let come forth. Cleo. Where art thou, death? Dol. If it might please you,― Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck Dol. Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: Lis rear'd arm were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Dol. Gentle madam, no! Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. Dol. Hear me, good madam! Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Worth many babes and beggars! Pro. O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir! I'll not sleep neither! This mortal house I'll ruin, Pro. You do extend My very heart at root. [To Cleopatra. [Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol. Assuredly, you know me. Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. Caes. Arise, You shall not kneel! I pray you, rise! rise, Egypt! Cleo. Sir, the gods Will have it thus; my master and Caes. Take to you no hard thoughts: The record of what injuries you did us, Cleo. Sole sir o'the world, I cannot project mine own cause so well Caes. Cleopatra, know, (Which towards you are most gentle,) you shall find you seek A benefit in this change; but if |