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Is done unto thy hand : the last she spake
Dead then ?
Dead. Ant. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep. That thou depart'st hence
safe, Does pay thy labor richly; go.-Off, pluck off:
[Exit Mardian. The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides ! Heart, once be stronger than thy continent; Crack thy frail case !—Apace, Eros, apace.No more a soldier : bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne.–From me awhile.
[Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon : so it must be, for now All length is torture: since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no farther. Now all labor Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done.Eros !-- I come, my queen.--Eros !-Stay for me.
ii. e. the thing that contains thee.
Where souls do couch on flowers we 'll hand in
hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros !
Re-enter EROS. Eros. What would
lord ? Ant.
Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonor, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack The courage of a woman ; less noble mind Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells, •I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn,
Eros, 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 wouldst kill me: do 't; the time is
Thou strikest not me; 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
The gods withhold me!
Eros Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'di arms, bending
I would not see 't.
cured. 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, sworest thou
not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once; Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come. Eros. Turn from me then that noble coun.
tenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee.
(turning from him. Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant.
Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros.
My dear master, My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Ant.
Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then.--[falls on his sword.]
Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.
Thrice nobler than myself!
[falling on his sword. I learn’d of thee. How! not dead ? not dead ? The guard !-ho!-0, despatch me.
Enter DERCETAS and GUARD.
What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends : O, make
Of what I have begun. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All.
Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard.
Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.
Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers
fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
Dio. Where's Antony ?
Dio. Lives he?
and give me Sufficing strokes for death. Dio.
Most absolute lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
Now, my lord.
Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument.
She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect She had disposed 1 with Cæsar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was
1 Made terms.