Once for thy spritely comfort, and tenfold
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,
(morrow,
And let the queen know of our guests.-To-
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you: and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all
Hectors.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful

tears

[kiss Wash the congealment from your wounds, and 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 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.

Cleo.

Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though gray [yet have we Do something mingle with our younger brown: 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. Cleo. 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 Had our great palace the capacity [them: 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 together,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

Hark further.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy
The poisonous damps 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 Antony,
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.
Let's speak
To him.

[Dies.

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as Was never yet for sleeping. 2 Sold. Go we to him. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. 2 Sold.

1 Sold. The hand of death Hark, the drums

[his

Hear you, sir? hath raught him. [Drums afar off. Let us bear hin

Demurely wake the sleepers.
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on then;
He may recover yet, [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.
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: Let's seek a spot,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.
[Exeunt.

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

[Exeunt.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine does stand,

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

[Exit. Scar. 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 of, as at a Sea-Fight. Re-enter
All is lost;

Ant.

ANTONY.

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 thou

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

For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.
[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 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!

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 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 shown
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; 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. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs,and MARDIAN. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of ThesWas never so emboss'd. [saly To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are

Char.

dead.

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

Cleo.

To the monument.

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 mydeath.-
[Exeunt.
SCENE XII. The same. Another Room.
Enter ANTONY and EROS.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros.
Ay, noble lord,
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dra-
gonish;

A vapour, sometime like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent 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 dislimns, 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 Cæsar, and false play'd my
Unto an enemy's triumph.
[glory
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!
Enter MARDIAN.

She has robb'd me of my sword.
Mar.

No, Antony; 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. Mar, Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake [do, 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.

Ant. Mar.

Dead then?

Dead.

Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in And with our sprightly port make the ghosts Dido and her Aneas shall want troops, gaze: 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 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 :

see

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. [worn Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast Most useful for thy country. Eros. O, sir, pardon me. 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 counte-
nance,

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?
Aut.
Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his Sword.
Thus do I escape the sorrow

Ant.

Of Antony's death,
[Dies.
Thrice nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what [Eros
I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and
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
The guard!-ho!-O, despatch me. [dead?

prophesying fear

Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead;

But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
I dread, too late.
[I pr'ythee.
Ant. Too late, good Diomed:-Call my guard,
Dio. What, ho! the emperors' guard! The
guard, what, ho!
Come, your lord calls.

Enter some of the Guard. [bides; Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra 'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear

All your true followers out.

All.

Most heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp

fate

O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling stand [tony, Antony ! The varying shore o' th' world. O Antony. AnHelp, Charmian; help, Iras, help: help, friends Below, let's draw him hither.

Ant.

Peace:

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 importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon my lips.—
Cleo.

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

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

Confin'd in all she has, her monuments,
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. Cas. 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. Pro.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PRO. Cos.Gallus,go you along.-Where's Dolabella, [Exit GALLUS.

To second Proculeius?
Agr. Mec.

Dolabella!

Cos. 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 show in this.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

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.]

What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. [Within.]

Antony

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
That majesty, to keep decorum, must [him,
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.

Pro.
Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand,fear nothing:
Make your full reference 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.

Pro. This I'l 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 Caesar 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: [Siezes and disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd.

Cl o.

That rids our dogs of languish?

Pro.

What, of death too, Cleopatra, 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.

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

Pro. 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 chastis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show 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! Pro.

You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar.

Dol.

Enter DOLABELLA. Proculeius,

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,

Pro.

Dol.