We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the City

:

Shall stay with us. Order for fea is given;
They have put forth the haven further on,
Where their appointment we may best difcover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter Cæfar, and his Army.

[Exeunt.

Caf. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land,
Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his best force
Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales,
And hold our beft advantage.

[Exeunt.

[Alarum afar off, as at a fea-fight.

Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd:

Where yond pine ftands, I fhall discover all,
I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.
Scar. Swallows have built

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

[Exit.

SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Ant.

A

Enter Antony.

LL's loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd

me!

My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
They caft their caps up, and caroufe 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 uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do

Do we shake hands-all come to this!the hearts,
(30) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cafar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh, this falfe foul of Egypt! this gay Charm,
Whofe 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 faft and loose
Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs.

What, Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra.

Ah! thou fpell! avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cafar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoift thee up to the fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greateft fpot

Of all thy fex.

Moft monfter like, be fhewn

For poor't diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy vifage up

With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone;
[Exit Cleopatra.
If it be well to live. But better 'twere,
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The Hearts,

That pannell'd me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels muft mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuch a Senfe? Pannel, fignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will fuit with the Allufifion here requifite; viz. That Roll, or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is call'd empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscott; and a Packfaddle for Beafts of Burthen. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare muft certainly have wrote;

That pantler'd me at Heels;

i. e. run after Me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally fignified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread. but is ufed by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. Mr. Warburton

Thou fell'st into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neffus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine anceftor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthieft felf. The Witch fhall die ;
To the young Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his plot: fhe 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 fhield; the boar of Theffaly
Was never fo imboft.

Char. To th' Monument,

There lock your felf, and fend him word you're dead: The foul and body rive not more in parting,

Than Greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument:

Mardian, go tell him I have flain my felf;

Say, that the laft I fpoke was Antony ;

And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,

And bring me how he takes my death.

nument.

Re-enter Antony, and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet

behold'st me.

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

To th' Mo

[Exeunt.

Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, fometime, 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'ft seen these figns, They are black Vefper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horfe, even with a thought

The Rack diflimns, and makes it indistinct

As water is in water.

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Eres.

Eros. It do's, my Lord.

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

Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; 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!) fhe, Eros, has
Packt cards with Cafar, and falfe play'd my Glory
Unto an enemy's triumph-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Our felves to end our felves.

Oh, thy vile Lady!

Enter Mardian.

Sh'has robb'd me of

Mar. No, Antony,

my fword.

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

Ant. Hence, fawcy Eunuch, peace, fhe hath betray'd

me,

And the fhall die the death.

Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once, And that she has difcharg'd. What thou would't do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake

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 fo 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'st hence fafe, Does pay thy labour richly; go.

Off, pluck off;

[Exit Mardian.

The feven-fold fhield of Ajax cannot keep

The battery from my heart. Oh cleave, my fides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail cafe! apace, Eros, apace.

No more a Soldier- bruifed 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 muft be, for now
All length is torture; fince the torch is out,
Lye down and ftray no further. Now all labour
Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles
It felf with strength; feal then, and all is done.
Eros!-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.

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Come, Eros, Eros!

Enter Eros.

Eros. What would my Lord?

Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

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

And horrour, that on my command thou then
Would't kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou ftrik'ft not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat'st.
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't 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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