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!

[Dies. 2 Sold.

Let's speak To him.

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 his Was never yet for sleeping. 2 Sold.

Go we to him. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. 2 Sold.

Hear you, sir? 1 Sold. The band of death hath raught* him.

Hark, the drums (Drums afar off. Demurelyt wake the sleepers. Let us bear him 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.

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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 Cæsar, and his forces, marching. Cæs. Butt 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 galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.


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.

(Erit. Scar.

Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nest : the augurers Say, they know not,—they cannot tell; look grimly, And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

* Discover their vumbers, and see their motions. + Without.

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

Hath sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.- Bid them all Ay;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.

(Erit 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 charmt,-
Whose eye beck'd | forth my wars, and call'd them

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

* Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus.

+ Deadly piece of witchcraft. I Was the motion for.

Finish. ll A cheating game, at present named pricking at the belt.

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, 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 t, thou mine ancestor, thy rage: Let me lodge Lichas I 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 fort.--Eros, ho!


. For the smallest piece of money, to clowns.
+ Hercules.

The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Her. cules.


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'dt. Char.

To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rivet 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.



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 dragonish; A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue proniontory

* Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles.
+ Foaming at the mouth.


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