Cesar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; meantime,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec.
Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight:-Within our files there are, those that serv'd Mark Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in. See it be done; And feast the army: we have store to do't, And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!

[Exeunt. SCENE II-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.

Aut. Why should he not?

[Erit

Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!
Eno.
What mean you, sir
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep,
And I, an ass, am onion-eye; for shame!

Transform us not to women.

Ant.

Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,

You take me in too dolorous a sense:

I spake to you for your comfort: did desire you
To burn this night with torches: Know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honor. Let's to supper; come,
And drown consideration.
Exeunt.

SCENE III-Before the Palace.
Enter two Soldiers to their Guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets! 1 Sold. Nothing: What news? 2 Sold. Good-night to you.

1 Solt.

Beike, 'tis but a rumor: Well, sir, good-night. Enter two other Soldiers.

No.

2 Sold.

Have careful watch. 3 Sott.

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better

fortune.

Soldiers,

And you: Good-night, good-night. The first two place themselves ut their Posts.

4 Sold. Here we: [They take their Posts.] and if to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
Our landmen will stand up.

3 Sold.

And full of purpose.

4 Sold.

1 Sold.

'Tis a brave army,

Music of Hautboys under the Stage. Peace, what noise?

List, list!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Music i' the air.

Under the earth.

It signs well

Does't not?

3 Sott.

4 Sold.

3 Sold. No.

1 Sold. Peace, I say. What should this mean? 2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules,whom Antony lov'd Now leaves him.

1 Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [They a trance to another Post. How now, masters!

2 Sold. Sold.

How now? do you hear this?

1 Sold.

How now?

[Several speaking together. Ay; Is't not strange! 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear! 1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter Let's see how 'twill give off.

Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN and others attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armor, Eros!

Sleep a little.

Bodes.

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 shown yourselves
a!! Hectors.

Enter the city, clip1 your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honor'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To SCARUS.
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
To this great fairy5 I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o' the
world.

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

Cico.

Lord of lords!

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

May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Ainst the flint and hardness of my fault;
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,

Nobler than iny revolt is infamous,

orgive me in thine own particular;

But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver, and a fugitive: Antony! O Antony!

2 Soft.

To him.

Let's speak

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. Scar. 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 endeavor. [Exeunt.

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

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all:-Bid them all fly, be gone.
[Exit SCARUS.

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 over-topp'd them all. Betray'd-1 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,2 my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguild me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

1 Soll, Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar.

Let's do so. But he sleeps.

1 Soll. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping.

Go we to him.

3 Solt. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us.

2 Sold.

'Brave.

Hear you, sir? • Embrace.

: Own.

beauty united with power, was the popular character

tic of fais les

Armor of proof.

The shire of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let the 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
Inder this plot: She dies for't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.
SCENE XI-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.7

Chur.

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.

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.

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 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.-O, thy vile Lady!
Enter MARDIAN.

She has robbed me of my sword.

No, Antony:

Mar. My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely.

Ant.

Hence, saucy eunuch; peace: She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

Mur. Death of one person can be paid but once;
And that she has discharged: What thou wouldst 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.

Dead then?

Ant.
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 labor 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,9
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

The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules.
Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles.
Foaming at the mouth.

i. e. The thing that contains thee.

The fleeting clouds.

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 labor
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
hand,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her neas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?
Ant.

Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonor, that the gods
Detest my baseness. 1, 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 telis,
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 wouldst kill me: do't; the time is

cured.

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast wor
Most useful for thy country.

Eros.
O, sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, sworst thea
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 counterance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world bes,
Ant. Lo thee!
(Turning from 4.%.

Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant.

Then let it do at ence

The thing why thou hast drawn it.
Eros.

My dear maste",
My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farewell.
Ant. 'Tis said, man;-and tarewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shali I strike now!
Ant.
Now, Ens
Eros. Why, there then :- [Falls on his st
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.
Ant.

De Thrice nobler than my sea! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

I should, and thou couldst 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!-0, despatch me.

Enter DERCETAS and Guard.
What's the nose!

1 Guard.
Ant. I have done my work ill, friends: 0, make

an end

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 sun, 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.

Peace:

Not Casars valor hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
Clen. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
There importune death awhile, until
many thousand kisses the poor last
lay upon thy lips.-
Cleo.

I dare not, dear,
Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
O the full-fortuned Cæsar ever shall

One word, sweet queen.

Of Cæsar, seek your honor, with your safety.-O!
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 The noblest: and do now not basely die, Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going, My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman [Dies.

I can no more. Cleo.

Noblest of men, woo't die?
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
No better than a stye?-0, 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 visiung moon.

Char.

[She faints. O quietness, lady!

Lady,Madam,

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded

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

mian?