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2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Before thy face repent! Room for six scotches more.

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage

For a fair victory.


Scar. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; "Tis sport to maul a runner. Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold For thy good valour. Come thee on. Scar. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shewn all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
(To Scarus.)
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o'the

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.


Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl,
though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ;-
Kiss it, my warrior :-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

• Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to-

Applauding our approach.


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1 Sold. 3 Sold.

Hark further.

Enobarbus !


Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Autony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
2 Sold.

To him.

Let's speak


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[Exeunt with the body. SCENE X.-Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces marching.
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
For both, my lord.
Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air;
We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter CESAR, and his Forces, marching.
Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

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I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say, they know not, they cannot tell;-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not,


Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.
Re-enter ANTONY.

All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me;
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis


Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;

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For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, be gone.
[Exit Scarus.

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 hearts,
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:

O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,— Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!


Ah, thou spell! Avaunt. Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? Aut. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting Plebeians: Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shewn For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well thou'rt gone,

If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot : she dies for't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.

SCENE XI-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd.


To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatness going off.

To the monument :

Cleo. Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony, And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence, Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death. To the monument.


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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';— [Exit Mardian.

The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.-
No more a soldier :-Bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne.-From me a while.-
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
[Exit Eros.
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour
All length is torture:-Since the torch is out,
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done.-
Eros!-I come, my queen :-Eros!-Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze :
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter EROS.
Eros. What would my lord?
Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
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
The inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is come;
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.


The gods withhold me!
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdued

To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?

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 worn
Most useful for thy country.

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Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. (Turning from him.) Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant.

Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros.


My dear master, My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. Ant. 'Tis said, man;-and farewell. Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then :- (Falls on his sword.) Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. (Dies.) Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record: But I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus

(Falling on his sword.) I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead? The guard!-ho!-O, despatch me. Enter DERCETAS and Guard.

1 Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make an end

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To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.

[Exeunt, bearing Antony.
SCENE XIII.-The same. A Monument.
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.

No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
Enter DIOMEdes.

As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'the other side your monument,
His guard have brought him thither.

Enter ANTONY, borne by the Guard.

Cleo. O thou san, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling stand

The varying shore o'the world!-0 Antony! Antony, Antony!-Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below: let's draw him hither.


Ant. Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here impórtune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.


I dare not, dear,
(Dear lord, pardon) I dare not,
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Lest I be taken not the imperious shew

Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.-But come, come, Antony,-
Help me, my women,-we must draw thee up ;—
Assist, good friends.


O, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord!

Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
That makes the weight! Had I great Juno's power,
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,-
Wishers were ever fools ;-0, come, come, come
(They draw Antony up.
And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast liv`d:
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.


A heavy sight! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, sweet queen: Of Cæsar seek your honour with your safety.-0! Cleo. They do not go together. Ant.

Gentle, hear me :

None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
None about Cæsar.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end,

Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world,
The noblest and do now not basely die,
Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going;
I can no more.


Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thon no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty?-O, see, my women,
The crown o'the earth doth melt:-My lord!-
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
(She faints.)
O, quietness, lady!
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.




Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras.


Madam,Royal Egypt! [manded Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and comBy 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,

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

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

My noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take (To the Guard below.) 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.
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.

[Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's body.


SCENE I.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others.

Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.


Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Dolabella.
Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of Antony.
Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that
Appear thus to us?
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 Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.


What is't thou say'st?
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: The round world should have shook
Lions into civil streets,

And citizens to their dens: The death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

He is dead, Cæsar;

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Waged equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd.
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before
He needs must see himself.



O Antony!
I have follow'd thee to this ;-But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shewn to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: But yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,-that our
Unreconcileable, should divide
Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends,-
But I will tell you at some meeter season;
Enter a Messenger.

The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says.-Whence are you?

Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my
Confin'd in all she has, her monument, mistress,
Of thy intents desires instruction;
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.

Cæs. 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 Cæsar cannot live To be ungentle.

Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comThe quality of her passion shall require; [forts 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.


Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Proculeius. Cæs. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? [Exit Gallus.


Agr. & Mec. Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employed; he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent; where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings: Go with me, and see What I can shew in this.


SCENE II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar; 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 Cæsar's.

Enter, to the gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS, | GALLUS, and Soldiers.

Pro. Cæsar 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.)

Pro. My name is Proculeius.

Cleo. (Within.)

What's thy name?


Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
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
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.

Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing:
Make your full reverence freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need: Let me report to him
Your sweet dependency; and you shall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Cleo. (Within.)

Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him The greatness he has got. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly Look him i' the face.


This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for I know your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it.

Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; (Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, ascend the Monument by a ladder placed against a window, and having descended, come behind Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates.) Guard her till Cæsar come.

[To Proculeius and the Guard. Exit Gallus. Iras. Royal queen!

Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

(Drawing a dagger.) Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold: (Seizes and disarms her.) Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd.


What, of death too,

That rids our dogs of languish? Pro.


Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worth many babes and beggars!

O, temperance, lady!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
If idle talk will once be necessary,

I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And shew me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!


You do extend

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What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: as for the queen,
I'll take her to my guard.

So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best: be gentle to her.-
To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please,

If you'll employ me to him.

(To Cleopatra.)

Say, I would die. [Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Dol. Most nobie 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. You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; Is't not your trick?

Dol. I understand not, madam.

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


If it might please you, Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein


A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and The little O, the earth.

[lighted 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; But when he meant to guail and shake the orb, He was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they shew'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Del. Cleopatra,Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a As this I dream'd of? [man Dol. Gentle madam, no. Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. But, if there be, or ever were one such, It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite.



Hear me, good madam: Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight: 'Would I might O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, [never By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root.

Cleo. I thank you, sir. Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,—

Madam, he will;

[knew. Dol. Though he be honourable,Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph? Dol. I know it. Within. Make way there,-Cæsar. Enter CESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS, SELEUCUS, and Attendants.

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