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.

To him.

Let's speak

[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 his 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

Hear you, sir?

hath raught him. [Drums afar off.

Demurelyt wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour

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 endeavour*.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, and his forces, marching.

Cas. 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.

[Exeunt.

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.

Scar.

[Exit.

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 numbers, 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.

Ant.

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
thou

Hath 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 Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt; this grave charm t,—
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!

* Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus. + Deadly piece of witchcraft.

Finish.

Was the motion for. 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,
Alcidest, 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.

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

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

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 t.

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.

[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 dragonish;

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

* Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles.

+ Foaming at the mouth.

Split.