Ant. When did she send thee? Dio. Now, my lord. Ant. Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect * She had disposed with Cæsar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead; Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late. Ant. Too late, good Diomed:-Call my guard, I pr'ythee. Dio. What ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what ho! Come, your lord calls. Enter some of the GUARD. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides: "Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. 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 [Exeunt, bearing ANTONY. SCENE XIII.-The same. A Monument. Cleo. No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, Enter DIOMEDES. As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead? Enter ANTONY, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in !-darkling stand Antony, Antony !-Charmian, help; help, Íras; Ant. Peace: Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, * Settled. Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Cleo. I dare not, dear (Dear my lord, pardon), I dare not, Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still conclusion,† shall acquire no honour Ant. O quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord! That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power, [They draw ANTONY up, And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived: All. 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, Provoked by my offence. Ant. One word, sweet queen: Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.-O! Ant. Gentle, hear me. None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius. Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; Ant. The miserable change now at my end, Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide *Ornamented. † Sedate determination. [Dies. In this dull world, which in thy absence is The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Iras. Madam, Char. O madam, madam, madam ! Empress! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. [She faints. Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded And does the meanest chares.*-It were for me Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you, women? [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: Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end. [Exeunt: those above bearing off ANTONY's body. ACT V. SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp before Alexandria. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others. Cas. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate,† tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes. Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY. Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar❜st Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy To spend upon his haters: If thou please Cas. What is't thou say'st? Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. Cas. 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 A moiety of the world. Der. He is dead, Cæsar; Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, Splitted the heart. This is his sword, I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd Cas. Look you sad, friends? The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings.* Agr. And strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours Waged equal with him. Agr. 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 him, He needs must see himself. Cas. O Antony ! I have follow'd thee to this;-But we do lance Where mine hist thoughts did kindle,-that our stars, 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? Of thy intents desires instruction; That she preparedly may frame herself Cas. Bid her have good heart; She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, To be ungentle. Mess. So the gods preserve thee. Cas. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require; Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. [Exit PROCULEIUS. Cas. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? Agr. Mec. Dolabella! Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now [Exit GALLUS. In all my writings: Go with me, and see [Exeunt. 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]). What's thy name? * Servant. |