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.

To him.

Let's speak

[dies.

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

But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping.

2 Sold.

Go we to him.

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

2 Sold.

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

the drums

Hear you, sir?

[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.

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.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR, and his forces, marching.

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

Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine

doth stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar.

[Exit.

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.

Ant.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.

Re-enter ANTONY.

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 my charm,
I have done all:-Bid them all fly, be gone.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part
here; even here

[Exit Scarus.

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,

Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

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. [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!

[Exit.

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 50

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
To the monument.

SCENE XII.

The Same. Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

Eros.

death.

[Exeunt.

Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,