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Ant. I have thought on’t; Wentidius, you must live.

Ven. I must not, sir. # Ant, Wilt thou not live to speak some good of \o - me 2 , # To stand by my fair fame, and guard th’ approaches # From the ill tongues of men : §§ Ven. Who shall guard mine, li For living after you ? Ant. Say, I command it. ot Ven. If we die well, our deaths will speak them so selves, And need no living witness. * Ant. Thou hast loved me, And fain I would reward thee; I must die; Kill me, and take the merit of my death To make thee friends with Caesar. } Ven. Did I think You would have used me thus? that I should die

With a hard thought of you!
Ant. Forgive me, Roman:
Since I have heard of Cleopatra’s death,
My reason bears no rule upon my tongue.
I have thought better; do not twice deny me.
Ven. By heaven, I will not,
So it be not to outlive you.
Ant. Kill me first.
Ven. Give me your hand.
We shall soon meet again. Now, farewell, emperor-
Methinks that word’s too cold to be my last:
Since death sweeps all distinctions, farewell, friend!
And, yet, I cannot look on you, and kill you :
Pray, turn your face.
Ant. I do: strike home, be sure.
Ven. Home as my sword will reach 1 [Kills himself
Amt. O, thou mistakest:
Thou robb'st me of my death.

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Ven. Think 'tis the first time that Ie'er deceived

If that m; plead my pardon. And, you gods,
Forgive me, oh, forgive 1 for I die perjured,
Rather than kill my friend. [Dies.
4nt. Farewell! Ever my leader, even in deathi
My Queen and thou have got the start of me,
And I’m the lag of honour. [Failson his Sword.
Ah! not dead
ove miss'd my heart—o, unperforming hand 1
Thou never could'st have erod in a worse time.
[Noise without.
Hark! I hear footsteps-Oh, dispatch, dispatch

Enter PHILo, with Soldiers.

Philo. Whence are those groans ! Ha, ’tis our general * I've done my work ill, fiends; make, make an end Of What I have begun.

hilo. Not I — nor any one.

Enter DIoMEDEs.

Dio. Where is Mark Antony Philo. [Mournfully.] Here, Diomed ! Pio, Qh, heavy sight [Sees ANToNY. 4nt. Diomed, is it not? Pio. I come, sir, from the queen; from Cleopatra. 4nt. When did she send? Dio. Now, my lord. 4. Now! where is she * Lock'd in her monument:—for when she heard You did Suspect she had made terms with Caesar, Which never will be found) and that your rage Could not be Sooth'd, she yielded to Alexas G

Her hasty leave to tell you 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 |
Ant: Too late, good Diomed: Call my guard, I
Dio. What, ho!, the emperor's guard!—Come,
your Lord calls.

Enter a GUARD.

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides, *Tis the last service that I shall command you. A soldier. Woe, woe are we, you may not live to Wear - | All your true followers out ! "Afti, Nay, my good fellows! please not our hard fate To grace it with your sorrows. Yonder lies, in jeath, the brave Ventidius:–Bear his corse To burial;-and respect it as my own- r Amálife flows fast–Take me to Cleopatra! [Soldiers throng round, and support him. I’ve led you'oft-lead me, now, gallant friends, And have my thanks for all! [Exit Mark Antony, supported by his guard and other soldiers, who #. away the body of WENTIplus.



A Street in Alexandria.

Enter CesAR, Dolabella, Agrippa, and

Cats. o fall’n upon his sword, and dying, say you: Dol. "Tis held for certain that he cannot live. Caes: The breaking of so great a spirit should onvulse the frame of nature; this our globe Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to dens. In his name lay

A moiety of the world. O Antony

Éye follow'd thee to this: I must, perforce, Have shewn to thee such a declining day, Or look on thine. 4gr. Caesar is touch'd. Dol. When such a spacious mirror's set before lm, He needs must see himself. Cao. Come hither, Dolabella; §e thee to Cleopatra, say to her ° purpose her no shame; give her what comfort he quality of her passion shall require; *t, in her greatness, by some desperate act She do defeat us; for her life in Rome ould be eternal in our triumph. Go. - [Erit Dol ABELLA. On, in our march, through Alexandria, - [Flourish. Eaceunts


The Interior of a Monument.

CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, and IRAs, discovered.

Cle. O, sun; now quit the shining sphere thou ||

movest in, And leave the world in darkness. O, Mark Antony!

Enter ANTONY, supported by the Guard. Help, help ! - [Running to him. || Ant. I’m dying, Cleopatra, dying ! k But here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses, the poor last ld I lay upon thy lips. Hil Cle. O, come, come, come ! [Emāracing him, h And die where thou hast lived. \m Ant. One word, sweet: () Of Caesar seek your honour and your safety. Cle. They do not go together. Ant. Gentle, hear me;— ** § None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius. l) Cle. My resolution, and my hand, I’ll trust;- All None about Caesar. l, Ant. The miserable change, now, at my end, (, Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes; lso Wherein I lived the greatest prince o’ the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die, I. Nor cowardly;-put off my helmet to | My countryman; a Roman, by a Roman, . Valiantly vanquish'd;—and—my spirit is going ; ) I can no more!—one kiss —and—oh [Pio | s

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