And mock our eyes with air: Thou haft feen thefe figns; They are black vefper'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 fuch a body: here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave.
I made thefe wars for Egypt; and the queen,—
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for the had mine;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now loft,-she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourfelves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

Enter MARDIAN.

She has robb'd me of

my fword.

Mar.

No, Antony;

My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.

Ant.

Hence, faucy eunuch; peace;

She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

Mar, Death of one perfon can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake

Was, Antony! most noblé Antony!

Then in the midst a tearing groan did break.

The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips: the render'd life,
Thy name fo buried in her.

Ant.

Mar.

Dead then?

Dead.

Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done,
And we must fleep:-That thou depart'ft hence fafe,
Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off ;—
[Exit MANDIAN.

The feven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my fides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail cafe !-Apace, Eros, apace.-
No more a foldier :—Bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne.-From me a while.-

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

-

[Exit EROS.

Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture :-Since the torch is out,
Lie down, and ftray no further: Now all labour
Marrs what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itfelf with ftrength: Seal then, and all is done.-
Eros!-I come, my queen :-Eros!-Stay for me:
Where fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our fpritely port make the ghosts gaze :
Dido and her Æneas fhall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!

Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?

Ant.

Since Cleopatra died,

I have liv'd in fuch dishonour, that the gods

Deteft my bafenefs. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back

Wit

With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble mind

Than fhe, which, by her death, our Cæfar tells,
I am conqueror of myself. Thou art fworn, Eros,
That when the exigent should come, (which now
Is come, indeed,) when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of

Difgrace and horror, that, on my command,

Thou then would't kill me; do't; the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæfar thou defeat'st.

Put colour in thy cheek,

The gods withhold me!

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

Eros,

Ant.
Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy mafter thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face fubdued

To penetrative shame; whilft the wheel'd feat

Of fortunate Cæfar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that enfued?

Eros.

I would not fee't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honeft fword, which thou haft worn

Most useful for thy country.

Eros.

O, fir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not then

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;

Or thy precedent fervices are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

Ant. Lo thee.

Eros. My fword is drawn.

[Turning from him.

Ant.

Then let it do at once

My dear master,

The thing why thou hast drawn it.

Eros.

My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
Ant. 'Tis faid, man ;-and farewell.

Now, Eros.

Eros. Farewell, great chief, Shall I strike now?
Ant.
Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his fword.]

I do escape the forrow

Of Antony's death.

Ant.

Thrice nobler than myself!

Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

Thus

[Dies.

I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros
Have, by their brave inftruction, 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 mafter dies thy fcholar; to do thus

[Falling on bis fword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead ?— The guard !-ho!-Ọ, despatch me.

Enter DERCETAS and Guard.

1 Guard.

What's the noise?

Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make an

Not I.

2 Guard.

Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.
1 Guard.

2 Guard. Nor I.

3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt Guard.

Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This fword but fhown to Cæfar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy fword, and

Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophefying

fear

Of what hath come to pass: for when she faw
(Which never fhall be found,) you did fufpect
She had difpos'd with Cæfar, and that your rage

Would not be purg'd, the fent you word she was dead;
But fearing fince 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 pry

thee.

Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!

Come, your lord calls.

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Enter