...before thyself. Vent. Give me your hand. We soon shall meet again. Now, farewell, emperor! — [Embrace. Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since...distinctions, farewell, friend ! That's all I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face. Ant. I do: strike...

...before thyself. Vent. Give me your hand. We soon shall meet again. Now, farewell, emperor !— [Embrace. Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since...distinctions, farewell, friend ! That's all I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face. Ant. I do: strike...

...We soon shall meet again. Now, farewell, emperor!— [Emhrace. Methinks that word's too cold to he my last: Since death sweeps all distinctions, farewell, friend ! That's all I will not make a husiness of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face. Ant. I do: strike...

...[Embrace. Methinks that word's too cold to be my last : Since Death sweeps all distinctions, Farewel, Friend. That's all. I will not make a bus'ness of...Pray turn your face. Ant. I do : strike home be sure. Ven. Home, as my Sword will reach. [Kills himself. Ant. O, thou mistak'st ; That wound was none of...

...Give me your hand. (Antony gives if) Now, farewell, Emperor! (Their eyes meet: Ventidius almost weeps) Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since...death sweeps all distinctions, — farewell, friend! (They embrace, Ventidius sobbing, Antony too sunk in his grief for Cleopatra, fully to respond; then...

...you. Ant. Kill me first, And then die thou; for 'tis but just thou serve Thy friend before thyself. Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since death sweeps all distinctions, farewell, friend I That's all I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray...

...VENTIDIUS. Give me your hand. We soon shall meet again. Now, farewell, emperor! — (Embrace). 321 ck, lips smiling at their own discretion; and if not...sullenness. 93 ABSOLUTE. That's she, indeed. — Well done 325 And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face. ANTONY. I do: strike home, be...

...thyself. VENTIDIUS. Give me your hand. 320 We soon shall meet again. Now farewell, emperor! Embrace. Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since...farewell, friend! That's all.— I will not make a business of a trifle, 325 And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face. ANTONY....

...before thy self. Ven. Give me your hand. We soon shall meet again. Now, Farewel, Emperor. (Embrace.) Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since Death sweeps all distinctions, Farewel, Friend. That's all. I will not make a bus'ness of a trifle: And yet I cannot look on you,...

...before thy self. Ven. Give me your hand. We soon shall meet again. Now, Farewel, Emperor. (Embrace.) Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since Death sweeps all distinctions, Farewel, Friend. That's all. I will not make a bus'ness of a trifle: And yet I cannot look on you,...