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id in great bending down
The courage of a woman , less noble-minded
Eros. The Gods with-hold me!
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
Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
[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,
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.
Ant. I've done my work ill, friends :
2 Guard. The star is faln..
i Guard. Not I.
[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.
Dio. Most abfolute Lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
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!
[Exeunt, bearing Antony:
SCENE changes to a magnificent Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
v Cbar. Be comforted, dear Madam.
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
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying; only yet
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,
Ant. On, quick, or I am gone.
my Lord! :**
"[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
I lay upon thy Lips.com Come down.
(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.