Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling!" stand The varying shore o'the world!-0 Antony! Peace: Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Cleo. Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Be brooch'd with me;' if knife, drugs, serpents, have Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, 9 Ant. O, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!3-How heavy weighs my lord! darkling] i. e. without light. 'Be brooch'd with me;] Be brooch'd, i. e. adorn'd. A brooch was an ornament formerly worn in the hat. 2 still conclusion,] Sedate determination; silent coolness of resolution. Here's sport indeed!] Cleopatra, perhaps, by this affected levity, this phrase which has no determined signification, only wishes to inspire Antony with cheerfulness, and encourage those who are engaged in the melancholy task of drawing him up into the monument. Our strength is all gone into heaviness,' All. A heavy sight! Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Ant. One word, sweet queen: Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.-0! Cleo. They do not go together. Ant. Gentle, hear me : None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius. Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar. Ant. 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 liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world, The noblest and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more. 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 [Dies. 3 —— into heaviness,] Heaviness is here used equivocally for sorrow and weight. • Quicken with kissing;] That is, Revive by my kiss. No better than a stye?-O, see, my women, 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. Char. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Iras. [She faints. O, quietness, lady! Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras. Empress Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and com- By such poor passion as the maid that milks, Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you, women? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian? My noble girls!—Ah, women, women! look, The soldier's pole-] He at whom the soldiers pointed, as at a pageant held high for observation. 6 the meanest chares.] i. e. task-work. Hence our term chare-woman. And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end. [Exeunt; those above bearing off ANTONY'S Body. ACT V. SCENE 1. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECÆNAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others. Cas. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate,' tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes. Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY. Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'st Appear thus to us ?8 Der. I am call'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. Cas. What is't thou say'st? Being so frustrate,-] Frustrate, for frustrated, was the language of Shakspeare's time. thy hand. thus to us?] i. e. with a drawn and bloody sword in 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 shook Lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens :-The death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world. Der. He is dead, Cæsar; 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. Cæs. The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings Agr. Look you sad, friends? And strange it is, His taints and honours A rarer spirit never That nature must compel us to lament Mec. Waged equal with him. O Antony! Cæs. 9 but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings.] That is, May the gods rebuke me, if this be not tidings to make kings weep. But we do lance Diseases in our bodies:] When we have any bodily complaint, |