Ah! thou spell. Avaunt! Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, 50 And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians; Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: 60 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 tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory They are black vesper's pageants. Ay, my lord. Ant. That which is now a horse, even with s thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, 20 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 annex'd unto 't A million more, now lost; she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us 40 Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and 51 And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze; Dido and her Eneas shall want troops, Have by their brave instruction got upon me A bridegroom in my death, and run into 't 100 And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros! Eros! As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Dio. Ant. Now, my lord. Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear 120 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 Ant. Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho! Come; your lord calls. 130 SCENE XIII.-The Same. A Monument. Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids, aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS. Cleo. O Charmian! I will never go from hence. Char. 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, below, DIOMEDES. 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, below, ANTONY, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O sun! 10 Cleo. I dare not, dear, Dear my lord, pardon,-I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe : Help me, my women, -we must draw thee up. Ant. 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. Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, A heavy sight! a Ant. One word, sweet queen. Of Cæsar seek your honour with your safety. 0! Cleo. They do not go together. Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman; a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going: I can no more. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo 't die! @ The crown o' the earth doth melt. Swoons Iras. Lady! Madam' Royal Egypt! Char. O madam, madam, madam! 20 Iras. Empress! Char. Peace, peace, Iras! Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman, and com- | Splitted the heart. This is his sword; Appear thus to us? 10 Der. I am call'd Dercetas ; Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd; whilst he stood up and spoke He was my master, and I wore my life To spend upon his haters. If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life. Cæs. What is 't thou say'st? Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. Cas. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack; the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, Is not a single doom; in the name lay Der. He is dead, Cæsar; Not by a public minister of justice, 20 Which writ his honour in the acts it did, I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance Unreconciliable, should divide Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,-- But I will tell you at some meeter season: Confin'd in all she has, her monument, Cæs. Egypt. So the gods preserve thee! Exit. Cas. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, 61 We purpose her no shame; give her what comforts Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now Hath, with the courage which the heart did In all my writings. Go with me, and see lend it, What I can show in this. 70 Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. The Monument. Enter, aloft, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar; Not being Fortune, he 's but Fortune's knave, A minister of her will; and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change, Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's. Enter, below, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS, and Soldiers. And bids thee study on what fair demands Cleo. 10 What's thy name? Antony Pro. My name is Proculeius. Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but That have no use for trusting. If your master 20 Pro. Be of good cheer; You 're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing. Make your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace that it flows over On all that need; let me report to him Your sweet dependency, and you shall find A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness Where he for grace is kneel'd to. Cleo. Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him The greatness he has got. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly Look him i' the face. Pro. 30 This I'll report, dear lady: Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it. Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, 50 I'll not sleepneither. This mortal house I'll ruin, Pro. 60 You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar. Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd. A sun and moon, which kept their course, and PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend lighted 80 The little O, the earth. |