Enter Cæſar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army,
Cæſar reading a Letter.
He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beate me out of Egypt. My Meſſenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to perſonal Combat.
Cæſar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know,
I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
Laugh at his Challenge.
Cæſar muſt thinke,
When one ſo great begins to rage, hee's hunted
Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
Make boote of his diſtraction: Neuer anger
Made good guard for it ſelfe.
Let our beſt heads know,
That to morrow, the laſt of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
Of thoſe that ſeru'd Marke Anthony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And Feaſt the Army, we haue ſtore to doo't,
And they haue earn'd the waſte. Poore Anthony. Exeunt
Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas, with others.
He will not fight with me, Domitian?
Why ſhould he not?
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
To morrow Soldier,
By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,
Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood
Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well.
Ile ſtrike, and cry, Take all.
Well ſaid, come on:
Call forth my Houſhold Seruants, lets to night
Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors.
Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,
Thou haſt bin rightly honeſt, ſo haſt thou,
Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue feru'd me well,
And Kings haue beene your fellowes.
What meanes this?
' Tis one of thoſe odde tricks which ſorow ſhoots
Out of the minde.
And thou art honeſt too:
I wiſh I could be made ſo many men,
And all of you clapt vp together, in
An Anthony: that I might do you ſeruice,
So good as you haue done.
The Gods forbid.
Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me |
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And ſuffer'd my command.
What does he meane?
To make his Followers weepe.
Tend me to night;
May be, it is the period of your duty,
Haply you ſhall not ſee me more, or if,
A mangled ſhadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'l ſerue another Maſter. I looke on you,
As one that takes his leaue. Mine honeſt Friends,
I turne you not away, but like a Maſter
Married to your good ſeruice, ſtay till death:
Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,
And the Gods yeeld you for't.
What meane you (Sir)
To giue them this diſcomfort? Looke they weepe,
And I an Aſſe, am Onyon-ey'd; for ſhame,
Transforme vs not to women.
Ho, ho, ho:
Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where thoſe drops fall (my hearty Friends)
You take me in too dolorous a ſenſe,
For I ſpake to you for your comfort, did deſire you
To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)
I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,
Where rather Ile expect victorious life,
Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,
And drowne conſideration. Exeunt.
Enter a Company of Soldiours.
Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day.
It will determine one way: Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing ſtrange about the ſtreets.
1 Nothing: what newes?
2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you.
1 Well ſir, good night.
They meete other Soldiers.
2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch.
1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight.
They place them ſelues in euery corner of the Stage.
2 Heere we: and if to morrow
Our Nauie thriue, I haue an abſolute hope
Our Landmen will ſtand vp.
1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpoſe.
Muſicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.
2 Peace, what noiſe?
1 Liſt liſt.
1 Muſicke i'th' Ayre.
3 Vnder the earth.
4 It ſignes well, do's it not?
1 Peace I ſay: What ſhould this meane?
2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
Now leaues him.
1 Walke, let's ſee if other Watchmen
Do heare what we do?
2 How now Maiſters? Speak together.
How now? how now? do you heare this?
1 I, is't not ſtrange?
3 Do you heare Maſters? Do you heare?
1 Follow the noyſe ſo farre as we haue quarter.
Let's ſee how it will giue off.
Content: 'Tis ſtrange. Exeunt.
Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
Eros, mine Armour Eros.
Sleepe a little.
No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Becauſe we braue her. Come.
Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart: Falſe, falſe: This, this,
Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it muſt bee.
Well, well, we ſhall thriue now.
Seeſt thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
Is not this buckled well?
He that vnbuckles this, till we do pleaſe
To daft for our Repoſe, ſhall heare a ſtorme.
Thou fumbleſt Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou: Diſpatch. O Loue,
That thou couldſt ſee my Warres to day, and knew'ſt
The Royall Occupation, thou ſhould'ſt ſee
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'ſt like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
To buſineſſe that we loue, we riſe betime,
And go too't with delight.
A thouſand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you. Showt.
Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
Good morrow Generall.
'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the ſpirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, ſo: Come giue me that, this way, well-ſed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
This is a Soldiers kiſſe: rebukeable,
And worthy ſhamefull checke it were, to ſtand
On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Follow me cloſe, Ile bring you too't: Adieu. Exeunt.
Pleaſe you retyre to your Chamber?
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæſar might
Determine this great Warre in ſingle fight;
Then Anthony; but now. Well on. Exeunt
Trumpets ſound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.
The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
Would thou, & thoſe thy ſcars had once preuaild
To make me fight at Land.
Had''ſt thou done ſo,
The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would haue ſtill
Followed thy heeles.
Whoſe gone this morning?
Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
He ſhall not heare thee, or from Cæſars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.
What ſayeſt thou?
Sir he is with Cæſar.
Sir, his Cheſts and Treaſure he has not with him.
Is he gone?
Go Eros, ſend his Treaſure after, do it,
Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
(I will ſubſcribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;
Say, that I wiſh he neuer finde more cauſe
To change a Maſter. Oh my Fortunes haue
Corrupted honeſt men. Diſpatch Enobarbus. Exit
Flouriſh. Enter Agrippa, Cæſar, with Enobarbus,
Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
Make it ſo knowne.
Cæſar, I ſhall.
The time of vniuerſall peace is neere:
Proue this a proſp'rous day, the three nook'd world
Shall beare the Oliue freely.
Enter a Meſſenger.
Anthony is come into the Field.
Go charge Agrippa,
Plant thoſe that haue reuolted in the Vant,
That Anthony may ſeeme to ſpend his Fury
Vpon himſelfe. Exeunt.
Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on
Affaires of Anthony, there did diſſwade
Great Herod to incline himſelfe to Cæſar,
And leaue his Maſter Anthony. For this paines,
Cæſar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the reſt
That fell away, haue entertainment, but
No honourable truſt: I haue done ill,
Of which I do accuſe my ſelfe ſo ſorely,
That I will ioy no mote.
Enter a Soldier of Cæſars.
Hath after thee ſent all thy Treaſure, with
His Bounty ouer-plus. The Meſſenger
Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Vnloading of his Mules.
I giue it you.
Mocke not Enobarbus,
I tell you true: Beſt you ſaf't the bringer
Out of the hoaſt, I muſt attend mine Office,
Or would haue done't my ſelfe. Your Emperor
Continues ſtill a Ioue. Exit
I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
And feele I am ſo moſt. Oh Anthony,
Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'ſt thou haue payed
My better ſeruice, when my turpitude
Thou doſt ſo Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,
If ſwift thought breake it not: a ſwifter meane
Shall out-ſtrike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
I fight againſt thee: No I will go ſeeke
Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'ſt beſt fits
My latter part of life. Exit.
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
Retire, we haue engag'd our ſelues too farre:
Cæſar himſelfe ha's worke, and our oppreſſion
Exceeds what weexpected. Exit.
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,
Had we done ſo at firſt, we had drouen them home
With clowtsabout their heads. Far off.
Thou bleed'ſt apace.
I had a wound heere that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
They do retyre.
Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet
Roome for ſix ſcotches more.
They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage ſerues
For a faire victory.
Let vs ſcore their backes,
And ſnatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
'Tis ſport to maul a Runner.
I will reward thee
Once for thy ſprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Ile halt after. Exeunt
Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March.
Scarrus, with others.
We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
Before, & let the Queen know of our gueſts: to morrow
Before the Sun ſhall ſee's, wee'l ſpill the blood
That ha's to day eſcap'd. I thanke you all,
For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
Not as you ſeru'd the Cauſe, but as't had beene
Each mans like mine: you haue ſhewne all Hectors.
Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
Tell them your feats, whil'ſt they with ioyfull teares
Waſh the congealement from your wounds, and kiſſe
The Honour'd-gaſhes whole.
Giue me thy hand,
To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
Make her thankes bleſſe thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Through proofe of Harneſſe to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Lord of Lords,
Oh infinite Vertue, comm'ſt thou ſmiling from |
The worlds great ſnare vncaught.
We haue beate them to their Beds.
What Gyrle, though gray
Do ſomthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
A Braine that nouriſhes our Nerues, and can
Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
Commend vnto his Lippes thy ſauouring hand,
Kiſſe it my Warrious: He hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had
Deſtroyed in ſuch a ſhape.
Ile giue thee Friend
An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
He has deſeru'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great Pallace the capacity
To Campe this hoaſt, we all would ſup together,
And drinke Carowſes to the next dayes Fate
Which promiſes Royall perill, Trumpetters
With brazen dinne blaſt you the Citties eare,
Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
That heauen and earth may ſtrike their ſounds together,
Applauding our approach. Exeunt.
Euter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.
If we be not releeu'd within this houre,
We muſt returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night
Is ſhiny, and they ſay, we ſhall embattaile
By'th'ſecond houre i'th'Morne.
This laſt day was a ſhrew'd one too's.
Oh beare me witneſſe night.
2 What man is this?
1 Stand cloſe, and liſt him.
Be witneſſe to me (O thou bleſſed Moone)
When men reuolted ſhall vpon Record
Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.
2 Peace: Hearke further.
Oh Soueraigne Miſtris of true Melancholly,
The poyſonous dampe of night diſpunge vpon me,
That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Againſt the flint and hardneſſe of my fault,
Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
And finiſh all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,
Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
But let the world ranke me in Regiſter
A Maſter leauer, and a fugitiue:
Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
1 Let's ſpeake to him.
Let's heare him, for the things he ſpeakes
May concerne Cæſar.
2 Let's do ſo, but he ſleepes.
Swoonds rather, for ſo bad a Prayer as his
Was neuer yet for ſleepe.
1 Go we to him.
2 Awake ſir, awake, ſpeake to vs.
1 Heare you ſir?
The hand of death hath raught him.
Drummes afarre off.
Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the ſleepers:
Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:
Our houre is fully out.
2 Come on then, he may recouer yet. exeunt
Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army.
Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We pleafe them not by Land.
For both, my Lord.
I would they'ld fight i'th'Fire, or i'th'Ayre,
Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote
Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty
Shall ſtay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen,
They haue put forth the Hauen:
Where their appointment we may beſt diſcouer,
And looke on their endeuour. exeunt
Enter Cæſar, and his Army.
But being charg'd, we will be ſtill by Land,
Which as I tak't we ſhall, for his beſt force
Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
And hold our beſt aduantage. exeunt.
Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight.
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus.
Yet they are not ioyn'd:
Where yon'd Pine does ſtand, I ſhall diſcouer all.
Ile bring thee word ſtraight, how'ris like to go. exit.
Swallowes haue built
In Cleopatra's Sailes their neſts. The Auguries
Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,
And dare not ſpeake their knowledge. Anthony,
Is valiant, and deiected, and by ſtarts
His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare
Of what he has, and has not.
All is loſt:
This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder
They caſt their Caps vp, and Carowſe together
Like Friends long loſt. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
Haſt ſold me to this Nouice, and my heart
Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:
For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
Oh Sunne, thy vpriſe ſhall I ſee no more,
Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere
Do we ſhake hands? All come to this? The hearts
That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
Their wiſhes, do diſ-Candie, melt their ſweets
On bloſſoming Cæſar: And this Pine is barkt,
That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this falſe Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,
Whoſe eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:
Whoſe Boſome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,
Like a right Gypſie, hath at faſt and looſe
Beguil'd me, to the very heart of loſſe.
What Eros, Eros?
Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt.
Why is my Lord enrag'd againſt his Loue?
Vaniſh, or I ſhall giue thee thy deſeruing,
And blemiſh Cæſars Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoiſt thee vp to the ſhouting Plebeians,
Follow his Chariot, like the greateſt ſpot
Of all thy Sex. Moſt Monſter-like be ſhewne
For poor'ſt Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let
Patient Octauia, plough thy viſage vp
With her prepared nailes. exit Cleopatra.
'Tis well th'art gone,
If it be well to liue. But better 'twere -
Thou fell'ſt into my furie, for one death
Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa?
The ſhirt of Neſſus is vpon me, teach me
Alcides, thou mine Anceſtor, thy rage.
Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th'Moone,
And with thoſe hands that graſpt the heauieſt Club,
Subdue my worthieſt ſelfe: The Witch ſhall die,
To the young Roman Boy ſhe hath ſold me, and I fall
Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa? exit.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.
Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad
Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Theſſaly
Was neuer ſo imboſt.
To'th'Monument, there locke your ſelfe,
And ſend him word you are dead:
The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
Then greatneſſe going off.
Mardian, go tell him I haue ſlaine my ſelfe:
Say, that the laſt I ſpoke was Anthony,
And word it(prythee) pitteouſly. Hence Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death to'th'Monument.
Enter Anthony, and Eros.
Eros, thou yet behold'ſt me?
I Noble Lord.
Sometime we ſee a clowd that's Dragoniſh,
A vapour ſometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,
A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,
A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie
With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,
And mocke our eyes with Ayre.
Thou haſt ſeene theſe Signes,
They are blacke Veſpers Pageants.
I my Lord.
That which is now a Horſe, euen with a thoght
the Racke diſlimes, and makes it indiſtinct
As water is in water.
It does my Lord.
My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is
Euen ſuch a body: Heere I am Anthony,
Yet cannot hold this viſible ſhape (my Knaue)
I made theſe warres for Egypt, and the Queene,
Whoſe heart I thought I had, for ſhe had mine:
Which whil'ſt it was mine, had annext vntoo't
A Million moe, (now loſt:) ſhee Eros has
Packt Cards with Cæſars, and falſe plaid my Glory
Vnto an Enemies triumph.
Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs
Our ſelues to end our ſelues.
Oh thy vilde Lady, ſhe has rob'd me of my Sword.
My Miſtris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.
Hence ſawcy Eunuch peace, ſhe hath betraid me,
And ſhall dye the death.
Death of one perſon, can be paide but once,
And that ſhe ha's diſcharg'd. What thou would'ſt do
Is done vnto thy hand: the laſt ſhe ſpake
Was Anthony, moſt Noble Anthony:
Then in the midd'ſt a tearing grone did breake
The name of Anthony: it was diuided
Betweene her heart, and lips: ſhe rendred life
Thy name ſo buried in her.
Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,
And we muſt ſleepe: That thou depart'ſt hence ſafe
Does pay thy labour richly: Go. exit Mardian.
Off, plucke off,
The ſeuen-fold ſhield of Aiax cannot keepe
The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my ſides.
Heart, once be ſtronger then thy Continent,
Cracke thy fraile Caſe. Apace Eros, apace;
No more a Soldier: bruiſed peeces go,
You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile. exit Eros
I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and
Weepe for my pardon. So it muſt be, for now
All length is Torture: ſince the Torch is out,
Lye downe and ſtray no farther. Now all labour
Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles
It ſelfe with ſtrength: Seale then, and all is done.
Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,
Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,
And with our ſprightly Port make the Ghoſtes gaze:
Dido, and her Æneas ſhall want Troopes,
And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.
What would my Lord?
Since Cleopatra dyed,
I haue liu'd in ſuch diſhonour, that the Gods
Deteſt my baſeneſſe. I, that with my Sword,
Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe
With Ships, made Cities; condemne my ſelfe, to lacke
The Courage of a Woman, leſſe Noble minde
Then ſhe which by her death, our Cæſar telles
I am Conqueror of my ſelfe. Thou art ſworne Eros,
That when the exigent ſhould come, which now
Is come indeed: When I ſhould ſee behinde me
Th'ineuitable proſecution of diſgrace and horror,
That on my command, thou then would'ſt kill me.
Doo't, the time is come: Thou ſtrik'ſt not me,
'Tis Cæſar thou defeat'ſt. Put colour in thy Cheeke.
The Gods with-hold me,
Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
(Though Enemy) loſt ayme, and could not.
Would'ſt thou be window'd in great Rome, and ſee
Thy Maſter thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
His corrigible necke, his face ſubdu'de
To penetratiue ſhame; whil'ſt the wheel'd ſeate
Of Fortunate Cæſar drawne before him, branded
His Baſeneſſe that enſued.
I would not ſee't.
Come then: for with a would I muſt be cur'd.
Draw that thy honeſt Sword, which thou haſt worne
Moſt vſefull for thy Country.
Oh ſir, pardon me.
When I did make thee free, ſwor'ſt yu not then
To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,
Or thy precedent Seruices are all
But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Turne from me then that Noble countenance,
Wherein the worſhip of the whole world lyes.
My ſword is drawne.
Then let it do at once
The thing why thou haſt drawne it.
My deere Maſter,
My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me ſay
Before I ſtrike this bloody ſtroke, Farwell.
'Tis ſaid man, and farewell.
Farewell great Chiefe. Shall I ſtrike now?
Now Eros. Killes himſelfe.
Why there then:
Thus I do eſcape the ſorrow of Anthonies death.
Thrice-Nobler then my ſelfe,
Thou teacheſt me: Oh valiant Eros, what
I ſhould, and thou could'ſt not, my Queene and Eros
Haue by their braue inſtruction got vpon me
A Nobleneſſe in Record. But I will bee
A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't
As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,
Thy Maſter dies thy Scholler; to do thus
I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?
The Guard, how? Oh diſpatch me.
Enter a Guard.
What's the noiſe?
I haue done my worke ill Friends:
Oh make an end of what I haue begun.
2 The Starre is falne.
1 And time is at his Period.
Alas, and woe.
Let him that loues me, ſtrike me dead.
1 Not I.
2 Nor I.
3 Nor any one. exeunt
Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
This ſword but ſhewne to Cæſar with this tydings,
Shall enter me with him.
There Diomed there.
Liues he: wilt thou not anſwer man?
Art thou there Diomed?
Draw thy ſword, and giue mee,
Suffiſing ſtrokes for death.
Moſt abſolute Lord:
My Miſtris Cleopatra ſent me to thee.
When did ſhee ſend thee?
Now my Lord.
Where is ſhe? Diom.
Lockt in her Monument: ſhe had a Propheſying
Of what hath come to paſſe: for when ſhe ſaw
(Which neuer 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 worke, hath ſent
Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
I dread, too late.
Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee.
What hoa: the Emperors Guard,
The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.
Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony.
Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the laſt ſeruice that I ſhall command you.
1 Woe, woe are we ſir, you may not liue to weare
All your true Followers out.
Moſt heauy day.
Nay good my Fellowes, do not pleaſe ſharp fate
To grace it with your ſorrowes. Bid that welcome
Which comes to puniſh vs, and we puniſh it
Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,
I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
And haue my thankes for all. Exit bearing Anthony
Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with
Charmian & Iras.
Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence.
Be comforted deere Madam.
No, I will not:
All ſtrange and terrible euents are welcome,
But comforts we diſpiſe; our ſize of ſorrow
Proportion'd to our cauſe, muſt be as great
As that which makes it.
How now? is he dead?
His death's vpon him, but not dead.
Looke out o'th other ſide your Monument,
His Guard haue brought him thither.
Enter Anthony, and the Guard.
Burne the great Sphere thou mou'ſt in, darkling ſtand
The varrying ſhore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony
Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends
Below, let's draw him hither.
Not Cæſars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,
But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it ſelfe.
So it ſhould be,
That none but Anthony ſhould conquer Anthony,
But woe 'tis ſo.
I am dying Egypt, dying; onely
I heere importune death a-while, vntill
Of many thouſand kiſſes, the poore laſt
I lay vpon thy lippes.
I dare not Deere,
Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,
Leaſt I be taken: not th'Imperious ſhew
Of the full-Fortun'd Cæſar, euer ſhall
Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
Edge, ſting, or operation. I am ſafe:
Your Wife Octauia, with her modeſt eyes,
And ſtill Concluſion, ſhall acquire no Honour
Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,
Helpe me my women, we muſt draw thee vp:
Aſſiſt good Friends.
Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Heere's ſport indeede:
How heauy weighes my Lord?
Our ſtrength is all gone into heauineſſe,
That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
The ſtrong wing'd Mercury ſhould fetch thee vp,
And ſet thee by Ioues ſide. Yet come a little,
Wiſhers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,
They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou haſt liu'd,
Quicken with kiſſing: had my lippes that power,
Thus would I weare them out.
A heauy fight.
I am dying Egypt, dying.
Giue me ſome Wine, and let me ſpeake a little.
No, let me ſpeake, and let me rayle ſo hye,
That the falſe Huſwife Fortune, breake her Wheele,
Prouok'd by my offence.
One word (ſweet Queene)
Of Cæſar ſeeke your Honour, with your ſafety. Oh.
They do not go together.
Gentle heare me,
None about Cæſar truſt, but Proculeius.
My Reſolution, and my hands, Ile truſt,
None about Cæſar.
The miſerable change now at my end,
Lament nor ſorrow at: but pleaſe your thoughts
In feeding them with thoſe my former Fortunes
Wherein I liued. The greateſt Prince o'th'world,
The Nobleſt: and do now not baſely dye,
Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquiſh'd. Now my Spirit is going,
I can no more.
Nobleſt of men, woo't dye?
Haſt thou no care of me, ſhall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy abſence is
No better then a Stye? Oh ſee my women:
The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,
The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles
Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkeable
Beneath the viſiting Moone.
Oh quietneſſe, Lady.
She's dead too, our Soueraigne.
Oh Madam, Madam, Madam.
Royall Egypt: Empreſſe.
Peace, peace, Iras.
No more but in a Woman, and commanded
By ſuch poore paſſion, as the Maid that Milkes,
And doe's the meaneſt chares. It were for me,
To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,
To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,
Till they had ſtolne our Iewell. All's but naught:
Patience is ſottiſh, and impatience does
Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it ſinne,
To ruſh into the ſecret houſe of death,
Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women?
What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian?
My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke
Our Lampe is ſpent, it's out. Good ſirs, take heart,
Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble,
Let's doo't after the high Roman faſhion,
And make death proud to take vs. Come, away,
This caſe of that huge Spirit now is cold.
Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend
But Reſolution, and the breefeſt end.
Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body.