ACT IV. A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS. Tend me to-night; May be it is the period of your duty: Haply, you shall not see me more; or if, A mangled shadow. perchance, to-morrow I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE. This morning, like a spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH VICTORY. O 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. LOATHED LIFE. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge§ upon me; That life, a very rebel of my will, May hang no longer on me. ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts DEPARTING GREATNESS. The soul and body rive] not more in parting Than greatness going off. * Perhaps. † Reward. Armour of proof. § Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it has imbibed. Split. ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapour, sometimes, 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, Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knavet Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body; here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharged: 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, To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women? mian? My noble girls! Ah, women, women! look, Char Our lamp is spent, it's out;-Good sirs, take heart:- ACT V. DEATH. Come, away: My desolation does begin to make CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION of antony. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! Dol. If it might please you,― Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends: * Servant |