Eros. It does, my Lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Ev'n fuch a body; here I'm Antony,

Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, (for fhe had mine;
Which, whilft it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now loft!) fhe, Eros, has

Pack'd cards with Cafar, and falfe play'd my Glory
Unto an enemy's triumph-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

Mar. No, Antony,

My Miftrefs lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.

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!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,

Crack thy frail cafe! apace, Eros, apace.
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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
Weep for my pardon. So't muit be, for now
All length is torture; fince the torch is out,
Lie down and stray no further. Now all labour
Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles
Itfelf with ftrength; feal then, and all is done.
Eres!-I come, my Queen-Eros!ftay for me,
Where fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly port make the Ghosts gaze;
Dido and her Æneas fhall want troops,

And all the haunt be ours.

~Come, Eros, Eros!

Enter Eros.

Eros. What would my Lord?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I've liv'd in fuch dishonour, that the Gods
Deteft my bafenefs. I, that with my fword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back,
With thips, made cities; condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; lefs noble-minded
Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
"I'm conqueror of myself." Thou art fworn, Eross
That when the exigent fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I fhould fee behind me
Th' inevitable profecution of difgrace

And horror, that on my command thou then
Wouldst kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou ftrik'ft not me, 'tis Cafar thou defeat'ft.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The Gods with-hold me!

Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy mafter thus with pleacht arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd

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To penetrative shame: whilft the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cæfar, drawn before him, branded
His bafenefs that enfued?

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,
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, farewel.

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
Have by their brave inftruction got upon me
A Nobleness in Record. But I will be
A Bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a Lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros,
Thy Mafter dies thy Scholar; to do thus

[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,
(Which never shall be found) you did fufpect
She had difpos'd with Cæfar; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, fhe fent word fhe was dead.
But fearing fince how it might work, hath fent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
I dread, too late.

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
Το grace it with your forrows. Bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up,

I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.

[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.
Char. Be comforted, dear Madam.
Cleo. No, I will not:

All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of forrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, muft be as great
As that which makes it.

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 !

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