Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, 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; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEO.] 'Tis well thou 'rt gone, If it be well to live: But better 't were 7 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; [Exit. 4 A cheating game, at present named pricking at the belt. 5 For the smallest piece of money. 6 Hercules.. 7 The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules. SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. 8 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, Cleo. To the monument: death. [Exeunt. SCENE XII. Another Room. Enter ANTONY and EROS. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me? Eros. Ay, noble lord. Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, sometime, 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; 8 Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles. 9 Foaming at the mouth. They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. thought, The rack dislimns: and makes it indistinct, Eros. It does, my lord. 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. -O, thy vile lady! Enter MARDIAN. She has robb'd me of my sword. No, Antony; Mar. My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. 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 Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Ant. Dead then? The fleeting clouds. Mar. Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep:- That thou depart❜st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off;- From me a while.[Exit EROS. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros! Re-enter EROS. Eros. What would my lord? Ant. Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back 1i. e. The thing that contains thee. That, when the exigent should come, (which now Is come, indeed,) when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then would'st kill me: do 't; the time is come; Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy cheek. Eros. The gods withhold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Though enemy, lost aim, and could not? Eros, Ant. Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see Thy master thus with pleach'd3 arms, bending down His corrigible neck, his face subdued To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat Eros. I would not see 't. Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country. Eros. O, sir, pardon me. Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once; But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. nance, 4 Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. Eros. My sword is drawn. [Turning from him. Then let it do at once Ant. |