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The ostent* of our love, which, left unshown
Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you
By sea, and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.

WOMEN.

Women are not,
In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd vestal.

FORTUNE FORMS OUR JUDGMENTS.
I see men's judgments are
A parcelt of their fortunes: and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.

LOYALTY.
Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. I
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly:-Yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does
conquer

him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story.

WISDOM SUPERIOR TO FORTUNE. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it.

VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN.

Good, my lord, But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (0 misery on't!) the wise gods sealş our eyes; In our own filth, drop our clear judgments; make us. Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

FURY EXPELS FEAR.

Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge;|| and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain Restore his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. • Show, token. † Are of a piece with them. Quarrel. & Close up

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ACT IV.
A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS.
Tend me to-night;
May be it is the period of your duty:
Haply,* you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes' his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yieldt you

for't!
EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
This morning, like a spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH

VICTORY.

Othou day o' the world, Chain mine arm’d neck: leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harnesst to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

LOATHED LIFE.

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponges upon me;

That life, a very rebel of my will, May hang no longer on me.

ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here; even here Do we shake hands. - All come to this? --The heart That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Cesar; and this pine is bark'd, That overtopp'd them all.

DEPARTING GREATNESS.

The soul and body rive|| not more in parting Than greatness going off.

Perhaps. † Reward. Armour of proof. § Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges tho ure it has imbibed.

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ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY.

Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapour, sometimes, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rocli, A forked mouniain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these

signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros.

Ay, my lord. . Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a

thought,
The rack* dislimns; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
Eros.

It does, my lord.
Ant. My good knavet Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body; here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine:
Which, while it was mir had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cesar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH.

Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharged: What thou would’st do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her. CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS

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ON
ANTONY.

It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; • The fleeting clouds.

† Servant.

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 deaih,
Ere death dare come to us?--How do you, women?
What, what? good cheer? Why, how now, Char-

mian?
My noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, 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 case of that huge spirit now is cold.

ACT V.

DEATH.

My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cesar; 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 Cesar's. CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY.

Cleo, I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony; 0, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man!. Dol.

If it might please you,Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and

lighied The little O, the earth. Dol.

Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends:

• Servant.

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But when he meant to quail* and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bourity,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping: His delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they lived in: In his livery
Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands
As platest dropp'd from his pocket.

FIRM RESOLUTION.
How

poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting; moon
No planet is of mine.

CLEOPATRA'S SPEECH ON APPLYING THE ASP.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-
Yare, yare,ß good Iras; quick. -Methinks, I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cesar, which the gods give meni
To excuse their after wraih: Hushand, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove ny title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.-S0,--have you done?
Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian;--Iras, long farewell
Have I the aspic in my lips.? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts and is desir’d. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tellist the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may

say, * Crush. 7 Silver money.

* Laconstant, & Make haste.

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