The Tragedy Of Antony And Cleopatra

1 Alarum afar off, as at a sea fight. Enter Antony and Scarus.
2 ANTONY.
3 Yet they are not joined. Where yond pine does stand
4 I shall discover all. I’ll bring thee word
5 Straight how ’tis like to go.
6 [_Exit._]
7 SCARUS.
8 Swallows have built
9 In Cleopatra’s sails their nests. The augurs
10 Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
11 And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
12 Is valiant and dejected, and by starts
13 His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
14 Of what he has and has not.
15 Enter Antony.
16 ANTONY.
17 All is lost!
18 This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.
19 My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
20 They cast their caps up and carouse together
21 Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore! ’Tis thou
22 Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart
23 Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
24 For when I am revenged upon my charm,
25 I have done all. Bid them all fly! Be gone!
26 [_Exit Scarus._]
27 O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.
28 Fortune and Antony part here; even here
29 Do we shake hands. All come to this! The hearts
30 That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
31 Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
32 On blossoming Caesar, and this pine is barked
33 That overtopped them all. Betray’d I am:
34 O this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,
35 Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,
36 Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
37 Like a right gypsy hath at fast and loose
38 Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
39 What, Eros, Eros!
40 Enter Cleopatra.
41 Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
42 CLEOPATRA.
43 Why is my lord enraged against his love?
44 ANTONY.
45 Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving
46 And blemish Caesar’s triumph. Let him take thee
47 And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians!
48 Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
49 Of all thy sex; most monster-like be shown
50 For poor’st diminutives, for dolts, and let
51 Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
52 With her prepared nails.
53 [_Exit Cleopatra._]
54 ’Tis well thou’rt gone,
55 If it be well to live; but better ’twere
56 Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death
57 Might have prevented many.—Eros, ho!—
58 The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Teach me,
59 Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.
60 Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’ th’ moon,
61 And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club
62 Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.
63 To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
64 Under this plot. She dies for’t.—Eros, ho!
65 [_Exit._]