Anthony and Cleopatra

Act IV

Scene I Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
MECAENAS Caesar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight: within our files there are,
Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done:
And feast the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!

Scene II Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others]
MARK ANTONY He will not fight with me, Domitius.
MARK ANTONY Why should he not?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
MARK ANTONY To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
MARK ANTONY Well said; come on.
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Be bounteous at our meal.
[Enter three or four Servitors]
Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;--
Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well,
And kings have been your fellows.
CLEOPATRA [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd
tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.
MARK ANTONY And thou art honest too.
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony, that I might do you service
So good as you have done.
All The gods forbid!
MARK ANTONY Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
CLEOPATRA [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep.
MARK ANTONY Tend me to-night;
May be it is the period of your duty:
Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to women.
MARK ANTONY Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
Grace grow where those drops fall!
My hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense;
For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
Where rather I'll expect victorious life
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.

Scene III The same. Before the palace.

[Enter two Soldiers to their guard]
First Soldier Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
Second Soldier It will determine one way: fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
First Soldier Nothing. What news?
Second Soldier Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
First Soldier Well, sir, good night.
[Enter two other Soldiers]
Second Soldier Soldiers, have careful watch.
Third Soldier And you. Good night, good night.
[They place themselves in every corner of the stage]
Fourth Soldier Here we: and if to-morrow
Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
Our landmen will stand up.
Third Soldier 'Tis a brave army,
And full of purpose.
[Music of the hautboys as under the stage]
Fourth Soldier Peace! what noise?
First Soldier List, list!
Second Soldier Hark!
First Soldier Music i' the air.
Third Soldier Under the earth.
Fourth Soldier It signs well, does it not?
Third Soldier No.
First Soldier Peace, I say!
What should this mean?
Second Soldier 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
Now leaves him.
First Soldier Walk; let's see if other watchmen
Do hear what we do?
[They advance to another post]
Second Soldier How now, masters!
All [Speaking together] How now!
How now! do you hear this?
First Soldier Ay; is't not strange?
Third Soldier Do you hear, masters? do you hear?
First Soldier Follow the noise so far as we have quarter;
Let's see how it will give off.
All Content. 'Tis strange.

Scene IV The same. A room in the palace.

others attending]
MARK ANTONY Eros! mine armour, Eros!
CLEOPATRA Sleep a little.
MARK ANTONY No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
[Enter EROS with armour]
Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her: come.
CLEOPATRA Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for?
MARK ANTONY Ah, let be, let be! thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
CLEOPATRA Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
MARK ANTONY Well, well;
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy defences.
EROS Briefly, sir.
CLEOPATRA Is not this buckled well?
MARK ANTONY Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
A workman in't.
[Enter an armed Soldier]
Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to't with delight.
Soldier A thousand, sir,
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Trumpets flourish]
[Enter Captains and Soldiers]
Captain The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
All Good morrow, general.
MARK ANTONY 'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
[Kisses her]
And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers]
CHARMIAN Please you, retire to your chamber.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony,--but now--Well, on.

Scene V Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.

[Trumpets sound. Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS; a
Soldier meeting them]
Soldier The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
MARK ANTONY Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
To make me fight at land!
Soldier Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.
MARK ANTONY Who's gone this morning?
Soldier Who!
One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
Say 'I am none of thine.'
MARK ANTONY What say'st thou?
Soldier Sir,
He is with Caesar.
EROS Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
MARK ANTONY Is he gone?
Soldier Most certain.
MARK ANTONY Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him--
I will subscribe--gentle adieus and greetings;
Say that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master. O, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.--Enobarbus!

Scene VI Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

[Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
AGRIPPA Caesar, I shall.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
[Enter a Messenger]
Messenger Antony
Is come into the field.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
[Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's]
Soldier Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
Soldier Mock not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.

Scene VII Field of battle between the camps.

[Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA
and others]
AGRIPPA Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
[Alarums. Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS wounded]
SCARUS O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
MARK ANTONY Thou bleed'st apace.
SCARUS I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
MARK ANTONY They do retire.
SCARUS We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
[Enter EROS]
EROS They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
SCARUS Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
MARK ANTONY I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
SCARUS I'll halt after.

Scene VIII Under the walls of Alexandria.

[Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS,
with others]
MARK ANTONY We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.
Give me thy hand
[Enter CLEOPATRA, attended]
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
CLEOPATRA Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
MARK ANTONY My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl!
though grey
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.
CLEOPATRA I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
MARK ANTONY He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.


[Sentinels at their post]
First Soldier If we be not relieved within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle
By the second hour i' the morn.
Second Soldier This last day was
A shrewd one to's.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O, bear me witness, night,--
Third Soldier What man is this?
Second Soldier Stand close, and list him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
First Soldier Enobarbus!
Third Soldier Peace!
Hark further.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
Second Soldier Let's speak To him.
First Soldier Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.
Third Soldier Let's do so. But he sleeps.
First Soldier Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Second Soldier Go we to him.
Third Soldier Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.
Second Soldier Hear you, sir?
First Soldier The hand of death hath raught him.
[Drums afar off]
Hark! the drums
Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
Third Soldier Come on, then;
He may recover yet.
[Exeunt with the body]

Scene X Between the two camps.

[Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army]
MARK ANTONY Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
SCARUS For both, my lord.
MARK ANTONY I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;
We'ld 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 [ ]
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Scene XI Another part of the same.

[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and his Army]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR 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 galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Scene XII Another part of the same.

MARK ANTONY Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
does stand,
I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.
SCARUS 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.
[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]
[Re-enter MARK ANTONY]
MARK ANTONY 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-turn'd whore!
'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
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 spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,--
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd 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!
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRA Why is my lord enraged against his love?
MARK ANTONY Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Caesar'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 shown
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.
'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
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 grasp'd the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!

Scene XIII Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
CHARMIAN 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.
CLEOPATRA To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument!

Scene XIV The same. Another room.

MARK ANTONY Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
EROS Ay, noble lord.
MARK ANTONY Sometimes 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
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,
MARK ANTONY 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.
MARK ANTONY 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 Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
O! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
MARDIAN No, Antony;
My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.
MARK ANTONY Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
MARDIAN 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 render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.
MARK ANTONY Dead, then?
MARK ANTONY Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep.
That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go.
Off, pluck off:
The seven-fold 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 farther: 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 AEneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
[Re-enter EROS]
EROS What would my lord?
MARK ANTONY Since Cleopatra died,
I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd 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 Caesar 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 strikest not me, 'tis Caesar 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?
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdued
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?
EROS I would not see't.
MARK ANTONY 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!
MARK ANTONY When I did make thee free, sworest 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 countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
[Turning from him]
EROS My sword is drawn.
MARK ANTONY 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.
MARK ANTONY 'Tis said, man; and farewell.
EROS Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
EROS Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.
[Kills himself]
MARK ANTONY 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
[Falling on his sword]
I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
[Enter DERCETAS and Guard]
First Guard What's the noise?
MARK ANTONY I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
Of what I have begun.
Second Guard The star is fall'n.
First Guard And time is at his period.
All Alas, and woe!
MARK ANTONY Let him that loves me strike me dead.
First Guard Not I.
Second Guard Nor I.
Third Guard Nor any one.
[Exeunt Guard]
DERCETAS Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.
DIOMEDES Where's Antony?
DERCETAS There, Diomed there.
DIOMEDES Lives he?
Wilt thou not answer, man?
MARK ANTONY Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.
DIOMEDES Most absolute lord,
My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
MARK ANTONY When did she send thee?
DIOMEDES Now, my lord.
MARK ANTONY Where is she?
DIOMEDES Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw--
Which never shall be found--you did suspect
She had disposed with Caesar, 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.
MARK ANTONY Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
DIOMEDES What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
Come, your lord calls!
[Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY]
MARK ANTONY Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
First Guard Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
All your true followers out.
All Most heavy day!
MARK ANTONY 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 MARK ANTONY]

Scene XV The same. A monument.

[Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with
CLEOPATRA O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
CHARMIAN Be comforted, dear madam.
CLEOPATRA 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?
DIOMEDES His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument;
His guard have brought him thither.
[Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard]
Burn the great sphere thou movest in!
darkling stand
The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
CLEOPATRA So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay up thy lips.
CLEOPATRA I dare not, dear,--
Dear my lord, pardon,--I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs,
serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,--
Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up:
Assist, good friends.
MARK ANTONY O, quick, or I am gone.
CLEOPATRA Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
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,--
Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come, come;
[They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]
And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.
All A heavy sight!
MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
CLEOPATRA No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
Provoked by my offence.
MARK ANTONY One word, sweet queen:
Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
CLEOPATRA They do not go together.
MARK ANTONY Gentle, hear me:
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
CLEOPATRA My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.
MARK ANTONY 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 lived, 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.
CLEOPATRA Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
CHARMIAN O, quietness, lady!
IRAS She is dead too, our sovereign.
IRAS Madam!
CHARMIAN O madam, madam, madam!
IRAS Royal Egypt, Empress!
CHARMIAN Peace, peace, Iras!
CLEOPATRA 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 stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, 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, Charmian!
My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart:
We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,
what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.
[Exeunt; those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body]

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