Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear:
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;*

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

SCENE IX-CESAR'S Camp.

SENTINELS on their Post.

Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour,

We must return to the court of guard; The night
Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

2 Sold. This last day was

A shrewd one to us,

Eno. O, bear me witness, night,— 3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!

1 Sold. Enobarbus !

3 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!

2 Sold. Let's speak

To him.

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks

May concern Cæsar.

3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons, rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for sleep.

2 Sold. Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, awake, Sir; speak to us.

2 Sold. Hear you, Sir.

[Exeunt.

[Dies.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught† him. Hark, the

drums

[Drums afar off.

+ Reached.

*Small drums. † Discharge, as a sponge squeezed.

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

3 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 CESAR, with his Forces, marching.

Cas. But being charged, we will be still by land, Which, as I take 't, we shall, for his best force

Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,

And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Yet they're not joined: Where yonder pine does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar. Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's sails their nest: 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.

Ant. All is lost;

Re-enter ANTONY.

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet have 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 revenged upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here

* Solemnly.

+ Without.

[Exit.

[Exit SCARUS.

† Discover their numbers, and see their motions.

Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus.

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,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,

*

Whose eye beck'd + forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, ‡ my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. §-
What, Eros, Eros !

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love?
Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Caesar'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. [Exit CLEO.] 'Tis well thou'rt gone, If it be well to live: But better 'twere

Thou fell'st 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!

SCENE XI.—Alexandria. 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. T

Char. To the monument;

There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting,

Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To the monument :

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;

Say, that the last I spoke was Antony,

And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,

Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.—
To the monument.

* Deadly witchcraft.

My coronet.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

+ Was the motion for.

§ Utmost loss.

For the smallest pieces of money to clowns.

Foaming at the mouth.

VOL. IV.

1

SCENE XII-The same. Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

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 signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony;

Yet cannot hold this visible shape. My knave,
I made these wars for Egypt, and the queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine-
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, has

Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory,
Unto an enemy's triumph.-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves. O, thy vile lady!

Enter MARDIAN.

She has robb'd me of my sword.

Mar. No, Antony;

My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely..

Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace;

She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once;

And that she has discharged: What thou wouldst do,

Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake

Was, Antony! most noble Antony!

Then in the midst a tearing groan did break

The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.

Ant. Dead then?

Mar. Dead.

Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep:-That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go,—Òff, pluck off';—

[Exit MARDIAN.

The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!

* The fleeting clouds.

Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,*

Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.

No more a soldier :-Bruised pieces, go;

You have been nobly borne.-From me a while.- [Exit EROS.
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length + is torture:-Since the torch is out,
Lie down and stray no further: Now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done.
Eros!-I come, my queen:-Eros!-Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,

And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods.
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
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

Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,

Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.

Put colour in thy cheek.

Eros. The gods withhold me!

Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd‡ arms, bending down
His corrigible § neck, his face subdued

To penetrative || shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued ?T

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cured. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country.

Eros. O, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;

* I. e. than what contains thee.

+ Folded.

§ Corrected.

The poor conquered creature that followed."

+ Protraction of life.

| Penetrating.