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Eros. Farewell, great chief.
Ant. Now, Eros.
Thus I do escape the sorrow
Sword.] and, Eros,
[Running on it. I learnt of thee. How! not yet dead ? not dead?
Enter Guard and Dercetas. The guard ? how !. -O despatch me.
1 Guard. What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make
Of what I have begun.
1 Guard. The star is fallen.
[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.
Diom. Lives he?—Wilt thou not answer, man?
[Exit Dercetas, with the Sword. Ant. Art thou there, Diomede? Draw thy sword,
and give me Sufficing strokes for death.
Diom. Most absolute lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
phesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect She had disposed with Cæsar, and that your rage Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was
dead; But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late. Ant. Too late, good Diomede. Call my guard, I
pr'y thee. Diom. What ho, the emperor's guard! The guard,
Enter some of the Guard. Come, your lord calls. 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
All your true followers out.
All. Most heavy day!
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
: carry me now, good friends, And have
The same.—A Monument.
Enter, at a Window above, Cleopatra, Charmian,
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Cleo. No, I will not:
As that which makes it.—How now? is he dead? Diom. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look
out O'the other side your monument. But see, His guard have brought hiin hither.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O sun, 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.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
Cleo. I dare not,
[cleopatra and her Women throw out certain
Tackle, into which the people below put An-
up. Ant. O, quick, or I am gone.
Inside of the Monument.
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, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, —
Wishers were ever fools ;—O come, come, come ;
All. A heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, sweet queen;
Cleo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me:
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
[antony dies. The crown o'the earth doth melt:—My lord ! Oh! wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girls, Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Char. O, quietness, lady. (CLEOPATRA swoons.