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We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
[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,
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fall give thee thy deserving,
[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.
Thou fell’ft into my fury; for one death
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;
Eros. Ay, my Lord.
Eros. It do's, my Lord.
Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once,
Ant. Dead then ?
Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's task is done,
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'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 ours.com -Come, Eros, Eros!
Enter Eros. Eros. What would
Eros. The Gods with-hold me!