Hast sold 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.
[Exit Scarus.

O 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,

That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd
them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsey, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish 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 shown For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleo.] well thou'rt gone,

'Tis

If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!-
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest
club,

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot: she dies for't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.

SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN.

Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd.

Char. To the monument;

There lock yourself, and send him word you are

dead.

The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To the monument :Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st 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 hast seen
these signs;

They are black vesper's pageants.
Eros. Ay, my lord.

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

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

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am 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, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my
glory

Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.-
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 it must be, for now
All length is torture:-Since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done.—
Eros!-I come, my queen:-Eros!-Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
hand,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her Eneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter EROS.

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

I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's
back

With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack The courage of a woman; less noble mind Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells, I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros, That, when the exigent should come, (which now Is come, indeed) when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is come;

Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The gods withhold me!

Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
Ant. Eros,

Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and

Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee.
[Turning from him.

Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
Eros. My dear master,

My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.

Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.
Thus do I escape the sorrow

Of Antony's death.

Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

[Dies.

I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and
Eros

Have, by their brave instruction, 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 master dies thy scholar; to do thus

[Falling on his sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?

The guard!-ho!-O, despatch me.

Enter DERCETAS and Guard.

1 Guard. What's the noise?

Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; 0, make an end

Of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The star is fallen.

1 Guard. And time is at his period.

All. Alas, and woe!

Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead.

ers fly.

This sword but shown to Cæsar, 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?

[Exit Dercetas. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me

Sufficing strokes for death.

Dio. Most absolute lord,
My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant. When did she send thee?

Dio. Now, my lord.

Ant. Where is she?

Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear

Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found,) you did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage

Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead;

But fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
I dread, too late.

Ant. Too late, good Diomed:- -Call my guard, I pr'ythee.

Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho! Come, your lord calls.

Enter some of the Guard.

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;

'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live

to wear

All your true followers out.
All. Most heavy day!

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate

To grace it with your sorrows: 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 XIII.-The same. A monument.
Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and
IRAS.

Cleo. O 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 sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great

Enter DIOMEDES.

As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'the other side your monument,
His guard have brought him thither.

Enter ANTONY, borne by the guard.
Cleo. O thou sun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling stand

The varying shore o'the world!-0 Antony! Antony, Antony!-Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither. Ant. Peace:

Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.-

Cleo. I dare not, dear,
(Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not,

Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents,
have

Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.-But come, come, An-
tony,-

Help me, my women,-we must draw thee up ;-
Assist, good friends.

Ant. O, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord!

Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight! Had I great Juno's power,

The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,Wishers were ever fools;-O, come, come, come; They draw Antony up.

And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast

liv'd:

That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, sweet queen:

Of Cæsar seek your honour with your safety.-0! Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me:

None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end, Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world, The noblest and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly Vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more. [Dies.

Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a stye?-O, see, my women, The crown o'the earth doth melt:-My lord!O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

Char. O, quietness, lady!

[She faints.

Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady,

Irus. Madam,

Char. O, madam, madam, madam!

ment.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life: "Tis paltry to be Cæsar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCU-
LEIUS, GALLUS, and Soldiers.

Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of
Egypt;

And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.

Cleo. [Within.] What's thy name?¡
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. [Within. Antony

Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell
him

That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.

Pro. Be of good cheer;

You are fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing: Make your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over

On all that need: Let me report to him
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
Cleo. [Within. Pray you, tell him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly

Look him i'the face.

Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.

Have comfort; for I know, your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it.

Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; [Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, ascend the monument by a ladder placed against a window, and having descended, come behind Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates.

Guard her till Cæsar come.

[To Proculeius and the Guard, Exit Gallus.

Iras. Royal queen!

Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

[Drawing a dagger.

Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold:

[Seizes and disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd.

Cleo. What, of death too,
That rids our dogs of languish?
Pro. Cleopatra,

Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a

queen

Worth many babes and beggars!

Pro. O, temperance, lady!

Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;

If idle talk will once be necessary,

I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!

Pro. You do extend

These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar.