Eros. It does, my Lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave. Pack'd cards with Cafar, and falfe play'd my Glory Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us Mar. No, Antony, My Miftrefs lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled Ant. Hence, faucy Eunuch, peace, fhe hath betray'd me, And the fhall die the death. Mar. Death of one perfon can be paid but once, And that she has difcharg'd. What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the laft fhe fpake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midft a tearing Groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips; fhe rendred life, Thy name so buried in her. Ant. Dead then? Mar. Dead. Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's task is done, And we must fleep; that thou depart'ft hence fafe, Does pay thy labour richly; go. Off, pluck off; The feven-fold fhield of Ajax cannot keep [Exit Mardian. The battery from my heart. Oh cleave, my fides! Crack thy frail cafe! apace, Eros, apace. Νο No more a Soldier-bruised pieces, go; [Unarming himself. You have been nobly borne ;- from me a while[Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and And all the haunt be ours. ~Come, Eros, Eros! Enter Eros. Eros. What would my Lord? I've liv'd in fuch dishonour, that the Gods And horror, that on my command thou then Eros. The Gods with-hold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Ant. Eros, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee Το To penetrative shame: whilft the wheel'd feat Eros. I would not fee't. Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou haft worn Moft useful for thy Country. Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me. Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not then To do this when I bade thee? do it at once, Or thy precedent fervices are all But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. Eros. My fword is drawn. Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou haft drawn it. Eros. My dear Master, [Turning from him. My Captain, and my Emp'ror! Let me fay, Ant. "Tis faid, man,and farewel. Eros. Farewel, great Chief. Shall I ftrike now? Ant. Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then Thus do I escape the forrow Of Antony's death. Ant. Thrice-nobler than myself! [Eros kills himself. [Dies. Thou teacheft me, oh, valiant Eros, what I fhould, and thou couldft not; my Queen and Eros [Falling on his fword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead? oh, dispatch me. Enter Dercetas, and Guard. Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I've done my work ill, friends: O, make an end of what I have begun. 2 Guard. The ftar is fall'n. 1 Guard. And time is at his period! All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, ftrike me dead. 1 Guard. Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. 'This fword but fhewn to Cafar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's Antony ? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man? Ant. Art thou there, Diomed ? draw thy fword, and give me Sufficing ftrokes for death. Dio. Moft abfolute Lord, My Miftrefs Cleopatra fent me to thee. Ant. When did fhe fend thee? Dio. Now, my Lord. Ant. Where is the? Dio. Lock'd in her Monument. She had a prophefying fear Of what hath come to pafs; for when she saw, Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I pr'y thee. Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's Guard. The Guard> what, hoa! Come, your Lord calls. Enter a Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, were Cleopatra 'bides, 'Tis the laft fervice that I fhall command you. Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out. All. Moft heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp Fate I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, [Exeunt, bearing Antony. SCENE changes to a magnificent Monument. Cleo. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above. O H Charmian, I will never go from hence. All strange and terrible events are welcome, Enter Diomedes. How now is he dead? Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o'th' other fide your Monument, His guard have brought him thither. Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O thou Sun, Burn the great Sphere thou mov'ft in !-darkling stand The varying fhore o'th' world! O Antony ! H 5 Help, |