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ACT IV
Sc. VIII

Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the City's ear;

Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;

That Heaven and Earth may strike their sounds together,

Applauding our approach.

SCENE IX. CESAR'S Camp.

Sentinels at their post.

[exeunt.

FIRST SOLD. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

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SEC. SOLD. Stand close, and list him.

ENO. Be witness to me, O thou blessed Moon,
When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!

FIRST SOLD. Enobarbus!

THIRD SOLD. Peace! hark further.

ENO. O sovereign Mistress of true melancholy,

The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,

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,

ΤΟ

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Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular;

But let the world rank me in register

A master-leaver and a fugitive:

O Antony! O Antony!

[dies.

SEC. SOLD. Let's speak to him.

FIRST SOLD. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks

May concern Cæsar.

THIRD SOLD.

Let's do so.

But he sleeps.

FIRST SOLD. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

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THIRD SOLD. Awake, Sir, awake; speak to us.

SEC. SOLD.

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Hear you, Sir?

FIRST SOLD. The hand of Death hath raught him. [Drums

afar off] Hark! the drums

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

THIRD SOLD. Come on, then; he may recover yet.

[exeunt with the body.

ACT IV

Sc. IX

SCENE X. Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army.

ANT. Their preparation is to-day by sea;

We please them not by land.

SCAR.

For both, my Lord.

ANT. I would they 'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;
We'ld 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:

Where1 their appointment we may best discover,

And look on their endeavour.

SCENE XI. Another Part of the Same.

Enter CESAR, and his Army.

CAS. But 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.

1 i.e. upon the hills.

[exeunt.

[exeunt.

ACT IV
Sc. XII

SCENE XII. Another Part of the Same.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

ANT. Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does

stand,

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

SCAR.

Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers

[exit.

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.

Re-enter ANTONY.

ANT. All is lost; this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder

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They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore! 'tis thou
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 :

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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 gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

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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 shewn
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.

[Exit CLEOPATRA.
"Tis well 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 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 young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for 't. Eros, ho!

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[exit.

SCENE XIII. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA'S 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,

ACT IV
Sc. XIII

And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death. To the
monument!

[exeunt.

SCENE XIV. The Same. Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ay, noble Lord.

ANT. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

EROS.

ANT. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendent 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

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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.

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