I have done all; Bid them all fly, be gone! (Exit DIOMEDE. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,— Enter Cleopatra. What, Eros! Eros!—Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! With her prepared nails. (Exit Cleo.] "Tis well thou'rt gone,— If it be well to live: But better 'twere, Thou fell'st into my fury; for one death Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon; [Exit. SCENE VI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield! the boar of Thessaly Was never so imbost. Char. To the monument; There lock yourself and send him word, you are dead. Cleo. To the monument:— Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence, Mardian; And bring me how he takes my death. To the mo ment! A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A forked mountain, or blue promontory 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, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us She has robb'd me of my sword. Mar. No, Antony; My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled 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 hath discharg'd: What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Ant. Dead then? Mar. Dead. Ant. Unarm me, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep:—That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.—[Exit Mar.] Pluck off; The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides! I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Enter Eros. Eros. What would my lord? Ant. Since Cleopatra dy'd, I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods That, when the exigent should come, (which now Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Put colour in thy cheek. Eros. The gods withhold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Ant. Eros, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see 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; Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant. Then let it do at once [Turning away his Face. The thing why thou hast drawn it. My captain, and my emperor, let me say, |