Well, well: We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good fellow

Go, put on thy defences. Eros.

Briefly, sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant.

Rarely, rarely He that unbuckles this, till we do please To doff't2 for our repose, shall hear a storm.Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire More tight at this, than thou: Despatch.-O love, That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! thou should'st see

Enter an Officer, armed.

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

A thousand, sir,

1 Offi. Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,4 And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish. Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.

2 Offi. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general. Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.— So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.-You, that will fight, Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu.

He

[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and Sold. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me: goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony,-But now,-Well, on. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Antony's camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros; a Soldier meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!
Sold.
Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would nave still
Follow'd thy heels.

Is come into the field.

Cæs.

Antony

Go, charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [Exeunt Cæsar and his train. Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry, On affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains, That fell away, have entertainment, but Ce-ar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest No honourable trust. Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, I have done ill; That I will joy no more.

SCENE VII-Field of battle between the camps. Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony and Scarus, wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads. Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant.

Ant.

They do retire. Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet (5) Swells.

(1) Shortly. (2) Put it off.

(3) Handy.

(4) Riveted dress, armour.

Room for six scotches! more.

Enter Eros.

SCENE IX-Cæsar's camp. Sentinels on their post. Enter Enobarbus.

1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within his hour,

serves

SCENE VIII.—Under the walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter Antony, marching; Scarus, and forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty2-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip3 your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To Scarus.
Enter Cleopatra, attended.

To this great fairy4 I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the

world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo.

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
Ant.

What, girl? My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds.
though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man ;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;-
Kiss it, my warrior:-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.
Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ;7
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to-
gether,
Applauding our approach.

(2) Brave.

[Exeunt.

(3) Embrace.

(1) Cuts. (4) Beauty united with power, was the popular characteristic of fairies.

(5) Armour of proof.

(6) As becomes the brave warriors that own

them.

Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle By the second hour i'the morn. 2 Sold.

A shrewd one to us. Eno.

This last day was

O, bear me witness, night,—

3 Sold. What man is this? 2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him. When men revolted shall Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did record upon Before thy face repent?—

1 Sold. 3 Sold. Hark further.

Enobarbus!

Peace;

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
The poisonous damp of night disponges upon me;

May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
But let the world rank me in register
Forgive me in thine own particular;
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; 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 best discover, And look on their endeavour.11 [Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, and his forces, marching. Cas. But12 being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine] does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.

[Exit.
Scar.
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
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.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.
Antony.

Ant.

All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore !! 'tis
thou

Hath 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, begone.
[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,2
Whose eye beck'd3 forth my wars, and call'd them

home;

Whose bosom was my crownet,4 my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,5
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 6 and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

Eros.

It does, my lord.

Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Ant. My good knave,13 Eros, now thy captain is

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!
Enter Mardian

She has robb'd me of my sword.
Mar.
No, Antony;
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled

thou'rt gone,

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 Lichas8 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.

(1) Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus.

(2) Deadly piece of witchcraft. (3) Was the motion for.

(4) Finish.

Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and 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 spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her.

Ant. Mar.

Dead then?

Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done (7) Hercules.

(8) The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules.

(9) Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles. (10) Foaming at the mouth. (11) Split. (12) The fleeting clouds. (13) Servant.

Το 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. En-
ter 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!-O 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 wo 'tis so!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only

I 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,
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show

Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall

Be brooch'd2 with me; if knife, drugs, serpents,

have

Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion,3 shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.-But come, come, Antony,-
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:
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.
All.
A heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,|
That the false house-wife Fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.
Ant.

One word, sweet queen:

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, Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world, In feeding them with those my former fortunes 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. [She faints. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char.

Iras.

Lady,

Madam,

Royal Egypt!

Char. O madam, madam, madam!
Iras.
Empress!

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded

By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares 5-It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin,
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women?
What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Char-

mian?

My noble girls!--Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take heart:--
[To the guard below.
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's
noble,

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.

[Exeunt; those above bearing off An-
tony's body.

ACT V.

SCENE I-Caesar's camp before Alexandria. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mæcenas, Gallus, Proculeius, and others.

Cas. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate,6 tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.7