1 Guard. Not I. 3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This fword but fhewn to Cafar, with 'thefe tidings, Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes. Dio. Where's Antony? Der. There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not 'anfwer ? [me Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy fword, and give Sufficing ftrokes of death. Dio. Moft abfolute Lord, My mistress Cleopatra fent me to thee. Ant. When did fhe fend thee? Dio. Now, my Lord. Ant. Where is the? Dio, Lockt in her monument. I She had, alas! a prophefying fear Of what hath come to pafs; for when she saw I dread, too late. Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my guard I pr'ythee. Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's guard. The guard, what, hoa! Come, your Lord calls. Enter the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the last service that I fhall command you. Guard. Woe are we, Sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out! 8 this 9 anfwer, man? a had a All. All. Moft heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate I have led you oft, carry me now, good friends, SCE NE XIII. A magnificent Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above. Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence. Cleo. No, I will not: All strange and terrible events are welcome, Enter Diomedes. How now? is he dead? Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out O' th' other 'fide, his guard have brought him hither. Enter Antony born by the Guard. Cleo. O thou fun, 3/Turn from the sphere thou mov'ft in! darkling stand The varying fhore o' th' world! O Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; help, friends, + 'Below there, let us draw him hither. Ant. Peace. Not Cefar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony, Cleo. So it fhould be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony, but woe 'tis fo! 2 fide your monument, A a I here 3 Burn the great fphere... old edit, Warb, emend. 4 Below; let's I here importune death a while, until Of many thousand kiffes the poor last Cleo. I dare not, Come down.` Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon that I dare not, Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever fhall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, ferpents have Your wife Octavia, with her modeft eyes Ant. Oh quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's fport indeed; how heavy weighs my Lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, [They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. All. O heavy fight! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me fome wine, and let me speak a little. Ant. One word, fweet Queen. Of Cafar feek your honour, with your 'fafety.` Cleo. They do not go together. Ant. Gentle, hear me; None about Cæfar trust, but Proculeius. 5 lips. ... old edit. Theob. emend. 6 I dare not, dear, Cleo. Dear my lord, pardon; I dare not, ... old edit. Theob, emend. zing, or operation 8 fafety oh Cleo. My refolution and my hands I'll truft, - Ant. The miferable change now at my end, My countryman; a Roman, by a Roman I can no more Cleo. Nobleft of men! -woo't die? Haft thou no care of me? fhall I abide [Antony dies. In this dull world, which in thy abfence is The foldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the visiting moon. Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady. Iras. She is dead too, our Sovereign. Char. Lady!.. Iras. Madam! Char. Oh 'Madam, Madam! Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress! Cleo. Peace, peace, Iras. [She faints. No more but a meer woman, and commanded Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin, 9 Madam, madam, madam A a 2 To To rush into the fecret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women? Our lamp is fpent, it's out-good Sirs, take heart, And make death proud to take us. Come away, Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend, [Exeunt bearing off Antony's body. ACT V. V. S SCENE I. Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Proculeius, Gallus, and Train. CÆSAR. O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield, 2 Being fo fruftrate, -tell him, he but mocks The paufes that he makes. Dol. Cafar, I fhall. [Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas with the fword of Antony. Cafar. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darʼft Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas, Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy and spoke, Beft to be ferv'd; whilft he ftood up, 2 he mocks Cf. |