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id in great bending down

The courage of a woman , less noble-minded
Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
( I'm conqueror of my self.” Thou art sworn, Eros,
That when the exigent' fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
Th' inevitable prosecution of disgrace.
And horrour, that on my command thou then
Wouldft kill me. Do it, for the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat’st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The Gods with-hold me!
Shall I do That, which all the Parthian darts,

Though enemy, loft aim, and could not? i Ant. Erios

prin Wouldst thou be windowd in great Rome, and see Thy master thus with pleachę arms, bending down His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd To penetrative shame: whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Cæfar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued ?

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 haft worn
Most useful for thy Country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not

To do this when I bad 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. .

[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 Emp'ror! Let me fay,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewel.
Ant. 'Tis faid, man, and farewel.


Eros. Farewel, great Chief. Shall I strike now? Ant. Now, Eros.

Eros. Why, there then : [Eros kills himself. Thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.

[Dyes. Ant. Thrice nobler than my self ! Thou teachest me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction got upon me A Nobleness in Record. But I will be A Bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a Lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Thy Master dies thy Scholar; to do thus

[Falling on his sword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead? not dead? The Guard — ho! oh, dispatch me.

Enter Dercetas, and Guard.
I Guard. What's the noise ?

Ant. I've done my work ill, friends :
O, make an end of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The star is faln..
I Guard. And time is at his period !
All. Alas, and woe!
Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead.

i Guard. Not I.
": 2 Guard. Nor I. .
3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly: This sword but shewn to Cæfar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's Antony? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man? Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy sword, and

give me Sufficing strokes for death.

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Dio. Most abfolute Lord,
My Mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee,

Ant. When did she send thee?
Dio. Now, my Lord.
Ant. Where is she?
Dio. Lockt in her Monument. She had a prophe-

fying fear
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw,
(Which never shall be found) you did suspect
She had dispos'd with Cæfar; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, she sent word she was dead.
But fearing înce how it might work, hath sent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
I dread, too late.
Ant.' Too late, good Diomed ; call my Guard, !

pr’ythee. Dio. 'What, ho! the Emperor's Guarờ. The Guard,

what, hoa! Come, your Lord calls..

Enter the Guard. . Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out.

All. Most heavy day!
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp

To grace it with your sorrows. Bid That welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up,
I have led you oft ; carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.

[Exeunt, bearing Antony:


SCENE changes to a magnificent Monument.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. O H Charmian, I will never go from hence.

v Cbar. 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
As that which makes it.

Enter Diomedes.
How now ? is he dead?

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o'th other side your Monument, His Guard have brought him thither.

Enter. Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O thou Sun, Burn the great Sphere thou mov'st in! - darkling stand The varying shore o'th' world! O Antony ! Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends, Below ; let's draw him hither. · Ant. Peace, Not Cæsar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony, But Antony hath triumph on himself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, 'tis so !

Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
655) I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips. Come down.

I lay upon thousand kiffecath a while, only yet



(55) I here importune Death a while, until

Of many thousand Kises the poor last

I lay upon thy Lips. Cleo. I dare not, dear,

Dear my Lord, pardon; I dare not,

Leaf í be taken.] What curious hobbling Versification do we encounter here in the last Line but one? Besides, how inconsistent.y is


Cleo. I dare not,
(Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not;)
Left I be taken; not th’imperious shew
Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, iting, or operation, I am fafe:
Your Wife Ottavia, with her modeft eyes
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour,
Demuring upon me. But, come, come, Antony,
Help'me, my women; we must draw thee up
Affilt, good friends.

Ant. On, 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,
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,
Wilhers were ever fools. Oh come, come, come

"[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die, where thou hast liv'd ; Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.

All. O heavy fight!

the Lady made to reply? Antony says, he only holds Life, 'till he can give her one last Kiss: and She cries, She dares not: What dares She not do? Kiss Antony ? But how should She? She was above lock'd in her Monument; and He below, on the Qutside of it. With a very slight Addition, I think, I can cure the whole; and have a sort of Warrant from Plutarch for it into the Bargain.'

I here importune Death awhile, until
Of many thousund Kisses the poor laft .

I lay upon thy Come down.
Cleo. I dare not, .

(Dear, dear my Lord, your Pardon, that I dare notti)

Least I be taken. Now Plutarch says, that “ Antony was carried in his Men's Arms into the Eutry of the Monument : Notwithstanding, Cleopatra would not open the Gates, but came to the high Windows, and cast out certain “ Chains and Ropes, fg'c.” -- So that Antony might very reasonably defire her to come down; and She as reasonably excuse herself, for fear of being in nared by Cæfar.


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