Eros. My dear master, My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Of Antony's death. Ant. [Dies. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A bridegroom in my death, and run into 't [Falling on his Sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?— The guard!-ho!- O, despatch me. 1 Guard. Enter DERCETAS and Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All. Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. The star is fallen. Alas, and woe! Not I. [Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him. Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me Sufficing strokes for death. Dio. My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. Dio. Ant. Most absolute lord, Now, my lord. Where is she? She had a pro Dio. Lock'd in her monument. phesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent I dread, too late. Ant. Too late, good Diomed: Call my guard, Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho! Come, your lord calls, Enter some of the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. All. Most heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, [Exeunt bearing ANTONY. SCENE XIII. A Monument. Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. Char. Be comforted, dear madam. Cleo. No, I will not: All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great Enter DIOMedes. As that which makes it. - How now? is he dead? Cleo. Enter ANTONY born by the Guard. O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! - darkling stand The varying shore o' the world!-O Antony! Antony, Antony!- Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below; let 's draw him hither. こ Ant. Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumphed on itself. Peace : Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Cleo. I dare not, dear (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 Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, we must draw thee up; O, quick, or I am gone. 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, All. A heavy sight! 6 s Ornamented. Sedate determination. Revive. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by my offence. One word, sweet queen: Ant. Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.-O! Cleo. They do not go together. 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, The noblest and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more. Cleo. [Dies. Noblest of men, woo't die? O, see, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt: O, wither'd is the garland of the war, My lord! The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Iras. [She faints. O, quietness, lady ! Char. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and com manded |