(Dear my lord, pardon) I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour 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 draw ANTONY up. And welcome, welcome! die, when thou hast liv'd: Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out. Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, Ant. Ant. Gentle, hear me. None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius. Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar. Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts, In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, My countryman, a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; Cleo. Noblest of men, woo 't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is O! wither'd is the garland of the war, My lord! The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys, and girls, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. [Dies. O, quietness, lady! Peace, peace, Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women? What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian! We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, And make death proud to take us. 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. SCENE I. CESAR'S Camp before Alexandria. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others. Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate, tell him, He mocks us by the pauses that he makes. Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st Appear thus to us? Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, To spend upon his haters. If thou please Cæs. What is 't thou say'st? Der. I say, O Cæsar! Antony is dead. Cæs. 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 A moiety of the world. Not by a public minister of justice, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd With his most noble blood. Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror 's set before him, He needs must see himself. I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce The business of this man looks out of him; We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, Of thy intents desires instruction, Cæs. Bid her have good heart: She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, Determine for her; for Cæsar cannot live Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius. Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require, Lest in her greatness by some mortal stroke She do defeat us; for her life in Rome And with your speediest bring us what she says, Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. [Exit PROCUleius. [Exit GALLUS. Cæs. Gallus, go you along. Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? All. Dolabella! Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now [Exeunt. |