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Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me
[Falling on his sword. I learn'd of thee. How ! not dead ? not dead ?The guard—how?-0, despatch me.
Enter DERCETAS and Guard. 1 Guard.
What 's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends : 0, make an
end Of what I have begun. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. AU.
Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. 1 Guard.
Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.
[Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes hid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
There, Diomed, there.
Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?
[Exit Der. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and
give me Sufficing strokes for death. Dio.
Most absolute lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
Now, my lord.
Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophe
sying fear Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw (Which never shall be found,) you did suspect She had dispos’d 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 Diomed :-Call my guard, I
prithee. 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; "T is the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe, 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 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 Ant.
SCENE XIII.-- The same. A Monument. Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
A Dispos'd with-made terms with.
No, I will not.
As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death 's upon him, but not dead. Look out o' the other side your monument, His guard have brought him thither.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guarı. Cleo. O sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in !-darkling
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I dare not, dear,
& Cleopatra dares not come down out of the monument, to bestow the poor laast kiss.
b Brooch'd-adorned, as with a brooch.
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
0, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here 's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my
[They draw ANT. up.
A heavy sight!
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
One word, sweet queen:
Cleo. They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me;
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I 'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
,-a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish’d. Now, my spirit is going ;
[She faints. Char.
O, quietness, lady!
Madam,Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras.
Royal Egypt ! Empress !
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
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, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish; and impatience does 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, Char
mian? My noble girls !
-Ah, women, women! look,
a Chares. A chare, or char, is a single act, or piece of work, --a turn, or bout of work, from the Anglo-Saxon cyran, to turn. Hence, a charwoman.