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Scene VII.-Field of Battle between the Camps.

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there

Ride on the pants triumphing.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA Cleo. Lord of lords !
and others.

O infinite virtue! com’st thou smiling from
Agr. Retire: we have engaged ourselves too far. The world's great snare uncaught?
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression

Ant. My nightingale,
Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl,

though grey Alarum. Enter Antony, and SCARUS, wounded.

Do something mingle with our younger brown;
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Yet have we a brain that nourishes our nerves,
Had we done so at first, we had driven them home And can get goal for goal of youth. Behold this
With clouts about their heads.

man;
Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace.

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand :-
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T; Kiss it, my warrior.--He hath fought to-day
But now 't is made an H.

As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Ant. They do retire.

Destroyed in such a shape.
Scar. We 'll beat'em into bench-holes: I have yet

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
Room for six scotches more.

An armour all of gold : it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled Enter Eros.

Like holy Phæbus' car.-Give me thy hand : Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe For a fair victory.

them. Scar. Let us score their backs,

Had our great palace the capacity
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind : To camp this host, we all would sup together,
*T is sport to maul a runner.

And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Ant. I will reward thee

Which promises royal peril.— Trumpeters,
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt. That heaven and earth may strike their sounds

together,
Applauding our approach!

[Exeunt.
Scene VIII.Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching ; Scarus, and
Forces.

Scene IX.-Cæsar's Camp.
Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one

Sentinels on their posts. Enter ENOBARBUS
before,
And let the queen know of our guests.-To-

1st Sol. If we be not relieved within this hour,

We must return to the court of guard. The night
morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we 'll spill the blood

Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all ;

By the second hour i'the morn.
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

2nd Sol. This last day was a shrewd one to us. Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been

Eno. O, bear me witness, night,

3rd Sol. What man is this?
Each man's like mine: you have shewn all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

2nd Sol. Stand close, and list him.
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blesséd moon, Wash the congealment from your wounds, and

When men revolted shall upon record
kiss

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
The honoured gashes whole.—Give me thy hand :

Before thy face repent!

1 st Sol. Enobarbus ! [To Scarus.

3rd Sol. Peace : hark further.
Enter Cleopatra, attended.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts ; The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o' the That life, a very rebel to my will,
world!

May hang no longer on me! throw my heart
Chain mine armed neck: leap thou, attire and all, Against the flint and hardness of my fault;

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1st Sol. The hand of death hath raught him.

Hark! the drums [Drums afar off Demurely wake the sleepers.—Let us bear him To the court of guard : he is of note. Our hour Is fully out. 3rd Sol. Come on, then : he may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the body.

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Scene X.-Between the two Camps. Enter Antony and Scarus, with Forces marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea : We please them not by land.

Scar. For both, my lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air: We'd fight there too. But this it is : our foot, Upon the hills adjoining to the city, Shall stay with us. Order for sea is given : They have put forth the haven.-Further on;

Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.
Enter Cæsar and his Forces, marching.
Cæs. But being charged, we will be still by land;
Which, as I take 't, we shall: for his best force
Is forth to man his gallies.—To the vales,
And hold our best advantage. [ Exeunt.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.
Ant. Yet they 're not joined. Where yond'

pine does stand
I shall discover all : I'll bring thee word
Straight how 't is like to go.

[Exit. Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra’s sails their nests: the augurers Say they know not,—they cannot tell ;-look grimly, And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Is valiant and dejected ; and, by starts, His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear Of what he has and has not.

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Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.

Scene XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Re-enter Antony.

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Ant. All is lost! This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long lost.-Triple-turned whore !

't is thou
Hast sold me to this novice : and my

heart
Makes only war on thee.—Bid them all fly:
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all.-- Bid them all fly; be gone!

[Exit Scarus.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more !
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands.-All come to this ?-The

hearts That spanielled me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Cæsar: and this pine is barked, That overtopped them all. Betrayed I am: O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,Whose eye becked forth my wars, and called

them home; Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and

MARDIAN. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield: the boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.

Char. To the monument : There lock yourself, and send him word you are

dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To the monument. — Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself: Say that the last I spoke was, Antony:" And word it, pr’y thee, piteously. Hence, Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.

2 To the monument.

[Exeunt.

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Enter CLEOPATRA. Ah, thou spell : avaunt! Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his

love? Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take

thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians : Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex: most monster-like, be shewn For poor'st diminutives, to dolts ; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEOPATRA.

'T is well thou 'rt gone, If it be well to live : but better 't were Thou fell’st into my fury; for one death Might have prevented many.—Eros, ho ! The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me, Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage : Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon; And with those hands, that grasped the heaviest

club,

my worthiest self. The witch shall die: To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I

fall Under this plot: she dies for 't.—Eros, ho! (Exit.

Enter ANTONY and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me? Eros. Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forkéd mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air :—thou hast seen

these signs? They are black vesper's pageants. Eros.

Ay, my lord. Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a

thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony ; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen (Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; Which, whilst it was mine, had annexed unto 't A million more, now lost)—she, Eros, has Packed cards with Cæsar,and false played my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros: there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.-0, thy vile lady!

Subdue

Enter Mardian. She hath robbed me of my

sword. Mar. No, Antony; My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely.

Ant. Hence, saucy

eunuch; ; peace : She hath betrayed me, and shall die the death.

Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once;
And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do
Is done unto thy hand. The last she spake
Was, “ Antony! most noble Antony!"
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she rendered life,
Thy name so buried in her.

Ant. Dead, then ?
Mar.

Dead.
Ant. Eros, unarm: the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep.—That thou depart'st hence

safe Does pay thy labour richly: go.—[Exit MARDIAN.

Off, pluck off! The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O cleave, my sides ! Heart, once be stronger than thy continent; Crack thy frail case !—Apace, Eros, apace.No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne.—From me awhile.

[Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture. Since the torch is out, Lie down and stray no further: now all labour Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength : seal then, and all is done.Eros !—I come, my queen :-Eros !-Stay for me: Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros!

Ant. Eros,
Wouldst thou be windowed in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus, with pleached arms, bending

down
His corrigible neck, his face subdued
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheeled seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued ?

Eros. I would not see 't.
Ant. Come, then; for with a wound I must be

cured.
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.

Eros. O, sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou

not then
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ;
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurposed. Draw,

and come. Eros. Turn from me, then, that noble coun

tenance, 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 emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then !- [Falls on his sword.

Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.

[Dies. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou couldst 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 I learned of thee [Falls on his sword.]-How! not

yet dead? not dead?The guard !-ho!-O, despatch me!

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Re-enter Eros. Eros. What would my lord ?

Ant. Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonour that the gods Ietest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quartered the world, and o'er green Neptune's

back
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman : less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
"I am conqueror of myself." Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent should come (which now
Is come indeed), when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of disgrace
And horror, that, on my command, thou then
Wouldst kill me:-do't; the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me; 't is Cæsar thou defeat’st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The gods withhold me!
Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?

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Of what I have begun.

2nd Guard. The star is fallen. 1st Guard. And time is at his period. All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. 1st Guard. Not I.

2nd Guard. Nor I,

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, 3rd Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard.

and give me
Der.Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. Sufficing strokes for death,
This sword but shewn to Cæsar, with this tidings, Dio. Most absolute lord,
Shall enter me with him.

My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

Ant. When did she send thee?
Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Now, my lord.
Dio. Where's Antony?

Ant. Where is she?
Der. There, Diomed, there.

Dio. Locked in her monument. She had a
Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not answer, man?

prophesying fear [ Exit Dercetas. ¡ of what hath come to pass : for when she saw

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(Which never shall be found) you did suspect
She had disposed with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purged, 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 pr'y thee.
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.

1st Guard. Woe, woe, are we, sir, you may not

live to wear
All your true followers out.

AN. 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 Antony.

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SCENE XIII.— The same. A Monument. Enter above, Cleopatra, CHARMIAN, and IRAs.

Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.

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