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With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a
It does, my lord.
She has robb'd me of
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 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.
* The fleeting clouds.
Dead then ? 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 labour 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*, 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 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 labour Marrs what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength: Seal then t, and all is done. Eros !—I come, my queen:-Eros! Stay for me: Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Eros. What would my lord?
Since Cleopatra died,
* i.e. The thing that contains thee.
That, when the exigent should come (which now
The gods withhold me!
Eros, Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see Thy master thus with pleach'd* arms, bending down His corrigiblet neck, his face subdued To penetrative I shame; whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Cæsar, drawu before him, branded His baseness that ensued g? Eros.
I would not see't. Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be
cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country. Eros.
O, sir, pardon me. Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
[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.
+ Corrected. | Penetrating.
Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.
Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword. Thus do I
the sorrow Of Antony's death.
Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record : But I will be A bridegroorn 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. 1 Guard,
What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make
Of what I have begun. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. ALL
Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard.
Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.
[Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly, This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
There, Diomed, there. Dio.
Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit Dercetas. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword,
and give me Sufficing strokes for death. Dio.
Most absolute lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
Now, my lord.
Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a pro
phesying 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; Bat, fearing since how it might work, hath sent 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.
1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to
All your true followers out.
Most heavy day!
fate To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up: