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Scar. For both, my Lord.

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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.

[Exeunt.

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Enter CAESAR, and his forces marching.
Caes. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I taket, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man bis gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt

Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine

does stand,

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In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say, they knew 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.

Ant. All is lost;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet bath yielded to the foe; and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long lost. - Triple-turn'd whore!

'tis thou

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes ouly wars on thee. - Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charın,
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 Caesar; 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 iny 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!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his love? Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Caesar'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 shown For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

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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
Eros, ho! -
Might have, prevented many.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thon mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horas of the moon;
Aud 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!

SCENE XL.

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

[Exit.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRnas, and

MARDIAN.

Cleo. Helpme, 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 1401 dead.

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

Cleo. To the monument: -
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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE XII.

The same. Another Room.
Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

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Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, 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 dislimus; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my Lord.

Ant. My good knave, 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, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost, - she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves. - O, thy vile lady!

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Enter MARDIAN.

She has robb'd me of my sword.

Mar. No, Antony;
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My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely.

Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch: peace; She hath betray'd ine, and shall die the death. Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st do, Is done into thy hand; the last she spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groau did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her. 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; [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. [Exit EROS.

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture: - Since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour
Marrs 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,

And with our spritely port make the ghosts gaze: