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 ?-O, despatch me. 1 Guard. Enter DERCETAS and Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends: O, make an end Of what I have begun. 2 Guard. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All. Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. 1 Guard. 2 Guard. Nor I. The star is fallen. Alas, and woe! Not I. [Exeunt Guard. 3 Guard. Nor any one. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Wilt thou not answer, man? Lives he? [Exit DER. give me Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and Sufficing strokes for death. Dio. Dio. Most absolute lord, Now, my lord. Ant. Where is she? Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw 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 I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, 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. Dispos'd with-made terms with. No, I will not. Cleo. Enter DIOMEDES. As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead? Enter ANTONY, borne by the Guard. Cleo. O sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling stand The varying shore o' the world!-0 Antony! Antony, Antony!-Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; Help, friends below; let 's draw him hither. Peace: Ant. Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only Cleo. Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Cleopatra dares not come down out of the monument, to bestow the poor last kiss. b Brooch'd-adorned, as with a brooch. Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Ant. O, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness; [They draw ANT. up. All. A heavy sight! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by my offence. One word, sweet queen : Ant. Ant. Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I 'll trust; 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, : Nor 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? In this dull world, which in thy absence is [Dies. The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys and girls Beneath the visiting moon. Char. [She faints. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.a-It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you, women? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian? 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. |