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- 1 Enter Antony and Eros.
- 2 ANTONY.
- 3 Eros, thou yet behold’st me?
- 4 EROS.
- 5 Ay, noble lord.
- 6 ANTONY.
- 7 Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
- 8 A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
- 9 A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
- 10 A forked mountain, or blue promontory
- 11 With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world
- 12 And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs.
- 13 They are black vesper’s pageants.
- 14 EROS.
- 15 Ay, my lord.
- 16 ANTONY.
- 17 That which is now a horse, even with a thought
- 18 The rack dislimns and makes it indistinct
- 19 As water is in water.
- 20 EROS.
- 21 It does, my lord.
- 22 ANTONY.
- 23 My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
- 24 Even such a body. Here I am Antony,
- 25 Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
- 26 I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,
- 27 Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine,
- 28 Which, whilst it was mine, had annexed unto’t
- 29 A million more, now lost—she, Eros, has
- 30 Packed cards with Caesar, and false-played my glory
- 31 Unto an enemy’s triumph.
- 32 Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us
- 33 Ourselves to end ourselves.
- 34 Enter Mardian.
- 35 O, thy vile lady!
- 36 She has robbed me of my sword.
- 37 MARDIAN.
- 38 No, Antony,
- 39 My mistress loved thee and her fortunes mingled
- 40 With thine entirely.
- 41 ANTONY.
- 42 Hence, saucy eunuch! Peace!
- 43 She hath betrayed me and shall die the death.
- 44 MARDIAN.
- 45 Death of one person can be paid but once,
- 46 And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do
- 47 Is done unto thy hand. The last she spake
- 48 Was “Antony! Most noble Antony!”
- 49 Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
- 50 The name of Antony; it was divided
- 51 Between her heart and lips. She rendered life,
- 52 Thy name so buried in her.
- 53 ANTONY.
- 54 Dead, then?
- 55 MARDIAN.
- 56 Dead.
- 57 ANTONY.
- 58 Unarm, Eros. The long day’s task is done,
- 59 And we must sleep.—That thou depart’st hence safe
- 60 Does pay thy labour richly. Go.
- 61 [_Exit Mardian._]
- 62 Off, pluck off!
- 63 The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep
- 64 The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
- 65 Heart, once be stronger than thy continent;
- 66 Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace!
- 67 No more a soldier. Bruised pieces, go;
- 68 You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
- 69 [_Exit Eros._]
- 70 I will o’ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
- 71 Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
- 72 All length is torture. Since the torch is out,
- 73 Lie down, and stray no farther. Now all labour
- 74 Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
- 75 Itself with strength. Seal then, and all is done.
- 76 Eros!—I come, my queen.—Eros!—Stay for me.
- 77 Where souls do couch on flowers, we’ll hand in hand,
- 78 And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.
- 79 Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,
- 80 And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros!
- 81 Enter Eros.
- 82 EROS.
- 83 What would my lord?
- 84 ANTONY.
- 85 Since Cleopatra died,
- 86 I have lived in such dishonour that the gods
- 87 Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
- 88 Quartered the world, and o’er green Neptune’s back
- 89 With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
- 90 The courage of a woman; less noble mind
- 91 Than she which, by her death, our Caesar tells
- 92 “I am conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros,
- 93 That when the exigent should come, which now
- 94 Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
- 95 Th’ inevitable prosecution of
- 96 Disgrace and horror, that on my command
- 97 Thou then wouldst kill me. Do’t. The time is come.
- 98 Thou strik’st not me; ’tis Caesar thou defeat’st.
- 99 Put colour in thy cheek.
- 100 EROS.
- 101 The gods withhold me!
- 102 Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
- 103 Though enemy, lost aim and could not?
- 104 ANTONY.
- 105 Eros,
- 106 Wouldst thou be windowed in great Rome and see
- 107 Thy master thus with pleached arms, bending down
- 108 His corrigible neck, his face subdued
- 109 To penetrative shame, whilst the wheeled seat
- 110 Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
- 111 His baseness that ensued?
- 112 EROS.
- 113 I would not see’t.
- 114 ANTONY.
- 115 Come, then, for with a wound I must be cured.
- 116 Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
- 117 Most useful for thy country.
- 118 EROS.
- 119 O, sir, pardon me!
- 120 ANTONY.
- 121 When I did make thee free, swor’st thou not then
- 122 To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,
- 123 Or thy precedent services are all
- 124 But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
- 125 EROS.
- 126 Turn from me then that noble countenance
- 127 Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
- 128 ANTONY.
- 129 Lo thee!
- 130 [_Turning from him._]
- 131 EROS.
- 132 My sword is drawn.
- 133 ANTONY.
- 134 Then let it do at once
- 135 The thing why thou hast drawn it.
- 136 EROS.
- 137 My dear master,
- 138 My captain and my emperor, let me say,
- 139 Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
- 140 ANTONY.
- 141 ’Tis said, man, and farewell.
- 142 EROS.
- 143 Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
- 144 ANTONY.
- 145 Now, Eros.
- 146 EROS.
- 147 Why, there then! [_kills himself_]
- 148 Thus do I escape the sorrow
- 149 Of Antony’s death.
- 150 [_Dies._]
- 151 ANTONY.
- 152 Thrice nobler than myself!
- 153 Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
- 154 I should and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
- 155 Have by their brave instruction got upon me
- 156 A nobleness in record. But I will be
- 157 A bridegroom in my death and run into’t
- 158 As to a lover’s bed. Come then, and, Eros,
- 159 Thy master dies thy scholar. To do thus
- 160 [_Falling on his sword._]
- 161 I learned of thee. How? Not dead? Not dead?
- 162 The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
- 163 Enter a company of the Guard, one of them Dercetus.
- 164 FIRST GUARD.
- 165 What’s the noise?
- 166 ANTONY.
- 167 I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end
- 168 Of what I have begun.
- 169 SECOND GUARD.
- 170 The star is fallen.
- 171 FIRST GUARD.
- 172 And time is at his period.
- 173 ALL.
- 174 Alas, and woe!
- 175 ANTONY.
- 176 Let him that loves me strike me dead.
- 177 FIRST GUARD.
- 178 Not I.
- 179 SECOND GUARD.
- 180 Nor I.
- 181 THIRD GUARD.
- 182 Nor anyone.
- 183 [_Exeunt guard._]
- 184 DERCETUS.
- 185 Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
- 186 This sword but shown to Caesar with this tidings,
- 187 Shall enter me with him.
- 188 Enter Diomedes.
- 189 DIOMEDES.
- 190 Where’s Antony?
- 191 DERCETUS.
- 192 There, Diomed, there.
- 193 DIOMEDES.
- 194 Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?
- 195 [_Exit Dercetus._]
- 196 ANTONY.
- 197 Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword and give me
- 198 Sufficing strokes for death.
- 199 DIOMEDES.
- 200 Most absolute lord,
- 201 My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
- 202 ANTONY.
- 203 When did she send thee?
- 204 DIOMEDES.
- 205 Now, my lord.
- 206 ANTONY.
- 207 Where is she?
- 208 DIOMEDES.
- 209 Locked in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
- 210 Of what hath come to pass. For when she saw—
- 211 Which never shall be found—you did suspect
- 212 She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
- 213 Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
- 214 But fearing since how it might work, hath sent
- 215 Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
- 216 I dread, too late.
- 217 ANTONY.
- 218 Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.
- 219 DIOMEDES.
- 220 What, ho! The emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho!
- 221 Come, your lord calls!
- 222 Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony.
- 223 ANTONY.
- 224 Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides.
- 225 ’Tis the last service that I shall command you.
- 226 FIRST GUARD.
- 227 Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
- 228 All your true followers out.
- 229 ALL.
- 230 Most heavy day!
- 231 ANTONY.
- 232 Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
- 233 To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome
- 234 Which comes to punish us, and we punish it,
- 235 Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up.
- 236 I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
- 237 And have my thanks for all.
- 238 [_Exeunt, bearing Antony._]