ACT IV Sc. XV Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: And still conclusion,1 shall acquire no honour ANT. O, quick, or I am gone. 30 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, [They heave ANTONY aloft to Cleopatra. ALL. ANT. I am dying, Egypt, dying: A heavy sight! Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. ANT. One word, sweet Queen: Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety. O! CLEO. They do not go together. ANT. Gentle, hear me: None about Cæsar trust but Proculeius. None about Cæsar. ANT. The miserable change now at my end 40 50 CLEO. Noblest of Men, woo't die? In this dull World, which in thy absence is The Crown o' the Earth doth melt. [ANTONY dies. My Lord! The soldier's pole is fall'n; 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! IRAS. She is dead too, our Sovereign. IRAS. Madam CHAR. O Madam, Madam, Madam IRAS. Royal Egypt, Empress CHAR. Peace, peace, Iras! [faints. CLEO. No more but e'en a woman, and commanded Ere Death dare come to us? How do you, Women? Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good Sirs, take heart: Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us. 90 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 ANTONY'S body. ACT V ACT V SCENE I. Alexandria. CESAR'S Camp. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his Council of War. CAS. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks1 The pauses that he makes. DOL. Cæsar, I shall. [exit. Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY. CES. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st DER. I am call'd Dercetas ; To spend upon his haters. If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, CES. What is 't thou say'st? DER. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. CAS. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round World Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the World. DER. ΙΟ He is dead, Cæsar; 20 Not by a public minister of justice, 1 i.e. makes a show of their futility. Did steer humanity. But you, Gods, will give us O Antony! But we do lance I have follow'd thee to this. Where mine his thoughts did kindle-that our Unreconciliable, should divide Our equalness to this. Hear me, good Friends- Enter an Egyptian. The business of this man looks out of him; We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? EGYP. A poor Egyptian yet.1 The Queen my mistress, Of thy intents desires instruction, 40 50 ACT V 1 i.e. not yet a subject of Rome. So the Gods preserve thee! [exit. 61 CES. Come hither, Proculeius. Go, and say We purpose her no shame give her what com forts The quality of her passion shall require, Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us; for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph: go, And with your speediest bring us what she says, PRO. Cæsar, I shall. [exit. CES. Gallus, go you along. [Exit GALLUS.] Where's CES. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready. In all my writings: go with me, and see [exeunt. SCENE II. The Same. A Room in the Monument. 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 |