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To penetrative shame: whilst the wheeld seat
Eros. I would not see't.
Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd, Draw that thy honeft sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy Country.
Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
[Turning from bin. Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once
Eros. My dear Mafter,
Ant. 'Tis faid, man, and farewel.
[Eros kills himself Thus do I escape the sorrow Qf Antony's death.
[Dyes. Ant. Thrice-nobler than my
self! Thou teachelt me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could't 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 Mafter dies thy Scholar; to do thus
[Falling on his sword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead ? not dead ?The Guardho!-oh, dispatch me, H 4
Enter Enter Dercetas, and Guard. i 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 star is faln. i Guard. And time is at his period ! All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, Átrike me dead. I Guard. Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one,
[Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cæfar, 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 sword, and
Dio. Moft absolute Lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's Guard. The Guard,
what, hoa! Come, your Lord calls.
Enter the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out. Áll. Moft heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp
Fate To grace
it with your sorrows. Bid That welcome
[Exeunt, bearing Antony SCENE changes to a magnificent Monumento
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
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. As that which makes it.
Enter Diomedes. How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
Help, Charmian'; help, Ira's, help; help, friends,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying ; only yet
Cleo. I dare not,
(31) 1 here importune 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,
Left I be taken.) What curious hobbling Versification do we encounter here in the last Line but one ? Besides, how inconsistently is the Lady made to reply? Antony says, he only holds Life, till he can give her one last Kiss: and She cries, She dares not: What dares le not do! Kiss Antony? But how should She? She was above lock'd in her Monument; and He below, on the Outside of it. With a very flight Addition, I think, I can cure the whole; and have a Warrant from Plutarch for it into the Bargain. Now Plutarchf fays that “ Antony was carry'd in his Men's “ Arms into the Entry of the Monument : Notwithstanding, Cleo
patra would not open the Gates, but came to the high Windows, " and cast out certain Chains and Ropes, di". So that Antony might very reasonably desire her to come down; and She as reasonably excuse her self, for fear of being inInared by Cafar,
Dem uring upon me. But come, come, Antony,
Ant. "Oh, quick, or I am gone.
That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die, where thou hast liy'd; e Quicken with kisling; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.
All. O heavy fight!
Ant. I am dying, Aygpt, dying.
Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, sweet Queen.
Cleo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me;
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change, now at my end,