Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;
Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in fuch a shape.

CLE. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a King's.

ANT. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncl'd
Like holy Phœbus' car.__Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hackt targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this hoft, we all would fup together;
And drink carowfes to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blaft you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may ftrike their founds together,
Applauding our approach.
[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Out-fkirts of Cæfar's Camp.
Sentinels upon their Pafts. Enter ENOBARBUS.
3.S. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: The night
Is fhiny; and, they fay, we shall embattle
By the fecond hour i'the morn.

1. S. This last day was?

A fhrewd one to us.

ENO. O, bear me witnefs; night,-
-What man is this?

2. S.

1. S. "Stand close, and lift him."

ENO. Be witness to me, o thou bleffed moon, When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent.

3. S.

2. S.

-Enobarbus!"

-"Peace; hark further."

ENO. O fovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night difpunge 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

fault; my

Which, being dry'd 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 mafter-leaver, and a fugitive:

O Antony! o Antony!

1. S. "Let's fpeak to him."

[dies.

3. S. "Let's hear him further, for the things he speaks"

"May concern Cafar."

2. S. -"Let's do fo. But he fleeps."

3. S. "Swoons, rather;

"Was never yet for fleep."

1. S. Go we to him. 2. S. -Awake, fir, Awake; speak to us. 1. S.

Hear you, fir?

3. S. The hand

Of death hath raught him.

for so bad a prayer as his'

[to Eno.

[baking him.

[Drum afar off.

Hark, how the drums demurely wake the fleepers:

Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is

Of note: our hour is fully out.

2. S. Come on then ;

He may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the Body.

SCENE VII. Hills without the City.

Enter ANTONY, and DIOMEDE, with Forces, marching. ANT. Their preparation is to-day for sea;

We please them not by land.

Dro.

For both, my lord.

ANT. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or i'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 fea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Hie we on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR, and his Forces, marching. CAS. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land,. Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his beft force

Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,

And hold our beft advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY, and DIOMEDE.

[Exeunt.

[ftand,

ANT. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine does

I fhall discover all: I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 'tis like to go.

DIO. -Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts: the augurers

[Exit.

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.

Re-enter ANTONY, baftily.

[Shouts afar off.

ANT. All is loft;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They caft their caps up, and carowse together
Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
Haft fold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all; Bid them all fly, be gone.

[Exit DIOMEDE.

O fun, thy up-rise fhall I fee ho 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 difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cafar; and this pine is bark'd,
That over-top'd them all. Betray'd I am:
(O this falfe foil of Egypt!) This grave charm,-
Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,-
Like a true gipfy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs.

Enter CLEOPATRA.

What, Eros! Eros! Ah, thou fpell! Avant.
CLE. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?
ANT. Vanifh; or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cafar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the fhouting plébeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy fex; most monster-like, be fhewn
For poor'ft diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Odavia plough thy visage up

[gone,

With her prepared nails. [Exit CLE.] 'Tis well thou'rt

If it be well to live: But better 't were,
Thou fell'ft into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The fhirt of Neffus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon ;
And with thofe hands that grasp'd the heaviest club
Subdue my worthieft felf. The witch fhall die;
To the Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under this plot: fhe dies for't. Eros, ho!

[Exit.

SCENE VIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Mardian. CLE. Help me, my women: O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never fo imbost.

CHA. To the monument;

There lock yourself, and fend him word you are dead. The foul and body rive not more in parting,

Than greatness going off.

CLE. To the monument:.

Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself;
Say, that the laft I fpoke was, Antony,

And word it, prythee, piteously: Hence, Mardian ;
And bring me how he takes my death. To the monument.

CENE IX. The fame. Another Room.

"Enter ANTONY, and EROS.

ANT. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me?

ERO. -Ay, noble lord.

ANT. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion,