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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 beft difcover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter Cæsar, and his Army.
Cel. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land,
Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his best force
Is forth toʻmàn his Gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt. [ Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight,

Enter Antony and Scatus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd: Where yond pine stands, I shall discover all, I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. (Exit.

Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's fails their nests. The Augurs Say, they know not—they cannot tell—look grimly, And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Is valiant, and dejected ; and by starts, His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear Of what he has, and has not.

[Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony Ant. L L's loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd

me! My feet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They caft their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Haft fold 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, be gone. Oh, 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,
(30) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cafar : and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh, this false foul of Egypt! this gay Charm,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipfie, hath at fast and loose
Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs.
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter. Cleopatra.
Ah! thou spell! avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?

Ant. Vanish, or I fall give thee thy deserving,
And blemilh 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 shewn
For poor'it diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Otavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone ;

[Exit Cleopatra. If it be well to live. But better 'twere,


The Hearis, That pannell’d me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels muft mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in such a Senfe! Pannel, lignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will suit with the Allusifion here requisite; viz. That Roll, or Schedule of Paichment on which the Names of a Jury, are enter'd, which there fore is calld empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscott; and a Packfaddle for Beasts of Burthen. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare must certainly have wrote;

That pantler'd me at Heels; i. e. run after Me like Footmen, or Pantlers ; which Word a riginally signified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread. but is used by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation.

Mr. Warburton


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Thou fell’ft into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa !
The shirt of Nesus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with those hands that graspt the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The Witch shall die ;
To the young Roman boy she hath fold me, and I fall
Under his plot: she dies for't. Eros, hoa! [Exit.

Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.

Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his field ; the boar of Thesaly Was never so imboft.

Char. To th' Monument, There lock your self, and send him word you're dead: The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than Greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument : Mardian, go tell him I have slain my Say, that the last I spoke was Antony ; And word it, prythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To th' Monument.

(Exeunt. Re-enter Antony, and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft 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
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air. Thou'st seen these figns,
They are black Vesper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.
Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a

The Rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct
As water is in water.



Eros. It do's, my Lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even such a body; here I'm Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Ægypt; and the Queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, (for she had mine;
Which, whilft it was mine, had annext unto't
A million more, now loft !) she, Eros, has
Packt cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my Glory
Unto an enemy's triumph-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Our selves to end our selves.

Enter Mardian.
Oh, thy vile Lady!
Sh'has robb'd me of my

Mar. No, Antony,
My Mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.
Ant. Hence, fawcy Eunuch, peace, she hath betray'd

And the 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 fpake
Was, Antony! moft noble Antony !
Then in the midst a tearing Groan did break
The name of Antony ; it was divided
Between her heart and lips ; fhe rendred life,
Thy name fo buried in her.

Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep; that thou depart'tt hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go. [Exit Mardian.
Of, pluck off ;-
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. Oh cleave, my fides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case! 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 must be, for now All length is torture; since the torch is out, Lye down and stray no further. Now all labour Marts what it does, yea, very force entangles It felf with strength ; seal then, and all is done. Eros !--I come, my Queen- -Eros! stay 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 shall want troops, And all the haunt be -Come, Eros, Eros!

Enter Eros. Eros. What would


Lord ?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,
I've liv'd in such dishonour, that the Gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my

Quarter's the world, and o'er green Neptuni's back,
With ships, made cities ; condemn my self, to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble minded
Than she, which, by her death, our Cajar tells,
«. I'm conqueror of my self." Thou art sworn, Eros,
That when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable prosecution of disgrace
And horrour, that on my command thou then
Would'ft kill me. Do it, for the time is come :
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat'it.
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,
Would'it'thoù be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleacht arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd


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