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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
This sword but shown to Casar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Where's Antony? Der. Dio.
There, Diomed, there. Lives he?
Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.
Dio. Lock'd in her monument. phesying fear
Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found,) you did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead;
But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Ant. Too late, good Diomed: -Call my guard,
Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The 'guard, what, ho!
Come, your lord calls.
Enter some of the Guard.
Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to
Most heavy day!
All your true followers out.
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
[Exeunt, bearing ANTONY.
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.
- How now? is he dead? Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o'the other side your monument, His guard have brought him thither.
Enter ANTONY, borne by the Guard.
Cleo. O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! — darkling stand
The varying shore o'the world! - O Antony!
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here impórtune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe :
O, quick, or I am gone. Cle Here's sport, indeed! - How heavy weighs my lord!
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Cæsar, I shall. [Erit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of ANTONY. Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st Appear thus to us?
Cleo. 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 stye?- 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 fallen; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
[She faints. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char.
Char. O madam, madam, madam :
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
My noble girls! - Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out: Good sirs, take [To the Guard below. We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
[Exeunt; those above bearing off ANTONY's body.
Der. I am cail'd Dercetas ; Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my life, To spend upon his haters: If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life.
Cæs. What is't thou say'st? Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. Cas. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: The round world should have
Lions into civil streets,
Der. He is dead, Cæsar; Not by a publick minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, Splitted the heart. This is his sword; I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd With his most noble blood.
Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employed; he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent: where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings; Go with me, and see What I can show in this.
And strange it is,
His taints and honours
Waged equal with him.
Agr. A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
I have follow'd thee to this; - But we do lance
Unreconciliable, should divide
A Room in the
Be of good cheer; You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing: Make your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over On all that need: Let me report to him Your sweet dependancy: and you shall find A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness, Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him The greatness he has got. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly Look him i' the face.
This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it.
Gal. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd; [Here PROCULEIUS, and two of the Guard, ascend
the Monument by a ladder placed against a window, and having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates.
Guard her till Cæsar come.
[TO PROCULEIUS and the Guard. Exit GALLUS. Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!
[Drawing a dagger. Hold, worthy lady, hold: [Seizes and disarms her.
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
What, of death too
That rids our dogs of languish?
Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a
Worth many babes and beggars!
O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains!
You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar.
(Which towards you are most gentle,) you shall find
Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest,
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
Good queen, let us entreat you.
To one so meek, that mine own servant shoula
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit DoL.] Now, Iras, what think'st thou ? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown In Rome, as well as I: mechanick slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour.
The gods forbid !
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents. Now, Charmian?
Show me, my women, like a queen ;-
Bring our crown and all. [Exit IRAS. A noise withir Enter one of the Guard.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrume.. [Exit Guard.
To play till dooms-day. Wherefore's this noise?