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Is shiny ; and, they say, we shall embatlle
2d Sold. This last day was A shrewd one to us.
Eno. O, bear me witness, night,-
Eno. Be witness to me, I thou blessed moon,
1st Sold. Enobarbus !
3d Sold. Peace; Hark further.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge 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 my fault; Which, being dried 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 master-leaver, and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony !
[Dies. 2d Sold. Let's speak To him.
Ist Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar.
3d Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1st Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleeping.
2d Sold. Go we to him. 3d Sold. Awake, awake, sir ; speak to us. 3d Sold. Hear you, sir ? Ist Sold. The band of death hath raught him. Hark, the drums
[Drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard ; he is of note : our hour Is fully out.
3d Sold. Come on then; He may recover yet.
[Exeunt with the Body.
SCENE X.—Between the two Camps.
Enter Antony and SCARUS, with Forces, marching.
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land.
Scar. For both, my lord.
Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in 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 sea is given; They have put forth the haven: Further on, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.
Enter Cæsar, and his Forces, marching. .
Re-enter Antony and SCARUS.
- [Exit Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nests : the augurers 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.
Alarum afar off, as at a Sea Fight.
Re-enter ANTONY. Ant. All is lost; This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn’d whore ! 'tis thou Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly; For when I am reveng'd upon iny charm, I have done all :-Bid them all fly, be gone.
[Erit Scarus. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no 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 discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
Enter CLEOPATRA, Ah, thou spell ! Avaunt.
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love ?
Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians : Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Erit Cleo.] 'Tis well thou’rt
gone, If it be well to live : But better 'twere Thou fellst into my fury, for one death Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho !The shirt of Nessus is upon me : Teach me, Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage : Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die ; To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot: she dies for't.--Eros, ho! [Erit, SCENE XI.- Alerandria.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and MARDIAN.
Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield ; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss’d.
Char. To the monument;
Cleo. To the monument:-
SCENE XII.—The same. Another Room.
Enter ANTONY and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st ine? Eros. Ay, noble lord.
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these