Haft fold 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.
Oh Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do we fhake Hands-All come to this!-The Hearts
That pannelled me at Heals, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do dif-candy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cafar: And this Pine is, bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.

Oh this falfe Soul of Egypt! this grave Charm,
Whofe Eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home:
Whofe Bofom was my Crowner, my chief end,
Like a right Gipfie, hath at faft and loofe

Beguil'd me, to the very Heart of lofs. :
What Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra.

Ah, thou Spell! Avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cafar's Triumph. "Let him take thee,
And hoift thee up to th' fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his Chariot, like the greatest Spor
Of all thy Sex. Moft Monster like be fhewn
For poor ft Diminutives, for Dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy Vifage up
With her prepared Nails. Tis well thou'rt gone,
[Exit Cleopatra..

If it be well to live. But better 'twere
Thou fell'ft into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neffus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine Anceftor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Licas on the horns o'th Moon,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heaviest Club,
Subdue my worthieft felf. The Witch fhall die;
To the young Roman Boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his Plot: She dies for't. Eros, hoa!

[Exit.

Enter

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Help me, my Women! Oh he is more mad Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Theffaly Was never fo imboft.

Char. To th' Monument, there lock your felf,
And fend him Word you are dead:

The Soul and Body rive not more in parting,
Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument;

Mardian, go tell him I have flain my self,
Say, that the last I fpoke was Antony,

And word it, prithee, pitiously. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death to th❜Monument.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter Antony and Eros.

Ant. Eres, thou yet behold'ft me?

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

Ant. Sometime we fee a Cloud that's Dragonish,"

A Vapour fometime, like a Bear, or Lion,

A tower'd Cittadel, 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 haft feen these signs, They are black Vefper's Pageants.

Erros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That which is now a Horfe, even with a Thought The Rack diflimo's, and makes it indiftin&

As water is in water.

Erros. It do's, my Lord.

Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even fuch a Body; here I am Antony,

Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my Knave
I made these wars for Epypr, and the Queen,
Whofe Heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilft it was mine, had annext unto't
A Million more, now loft; fhe, Eros, has
Packt Cards with Cafar, and falfe plaid my Glory
Unto an Enemy's Triumph.

Nay,

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us

Our felves to end our felves. Oh the vile Lady!

Enter Mardian.

She has robb'd me of

Mar. No, Antony,

my Sword.

My Mistress lov'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.

Ant. Hence, fawcy Eunuch, peace, the hath betraid me, And the fhall die the death.

Mar. Death of one Perfon can be paid but once,
And that she has difcharg'd. What thou would'ft do
Is done unto thy Hand; the laft she spake
Was Antony! moft noble Antony !

Then in the midst a tearing Groan did break
The Name of Antony; it was divided
Between her Heart and Lips; fhe rendred Life
Thy Name fo buried in her.

Ant. Dead then?

Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long Day's task is done, And we must fleep; that thou depart'ft hence fafe Does pay thy labour richly; go. Oh, pluck of,

The feven-fold fhield of Ajax cannot keep

[Exit Mardian

The battery from my Heart. Oh cleave my fides.
Heart, once be stronger than thy Continent, [Unurming himself.
Crack thy frail Cafe. Apace, Eros, apace,

No more a Soldier-bruifed pieces go,

You have been robly born; from me a while. [Exit Eros.
I will o'er-take thee, Cleopatra, and

Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is Torture; fince the Torch is out,
Lye down and ftray no further. Now all labour
Marrs what it does, yea, very force entangles
Jt felf with ftrength; ftal then and all is done.
Eros!I come, my QueenEros! Stay for me,
Where Souls do couch on Flowers, we'll Hand in Hand,
And with our spightly Port make the Ghofts gaze;
Dido, and her Aneas fhall want Troops,

And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eres, Eros!

Enter

Enter Eros.

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

I have liv'd in fuch dishonour, that the gods
Deteft my basenefs. I, that with my Sword,
Quarter'd the World, and o'er green Neptune's Back
With Ships, made Cities, condemn my self, to lack
The Courage of a Woman; lefs noble minded
Than the which, by her death, our Cafar tells,
I am Conqueror of my felf. Thou art fworn Eros,
That when the exigent fhould come, which now
Is come indeed, when I fhould fee behind me
Th' inevitable Profecution of difgrace.

And horrour, that on my command, thou then
Wouldft kill me. Do't, the time is come:!
Thou ftrik'ft not me, 'till Cefar thou defeat'ft.
Put colour in my Check.

Eres. The Gods with-hold me,

Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
Though Enemy, loft aim, and could not?

Ant. Eros,

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy Mafter thus with pleacht Arms, bending down
His corrigible Neck, his Face fubdu'd

To penetrative fhame: whilft the wheel'd feat
Of fortunate Cafar drawn before him, branded
His bafenefs that ensued.

Eros. I would not fee't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honeft Sword which thou haft worn Most useful for thy Country.

Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not then To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,

Or thy precedent Services are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.

Eros. Turn from me then that noble count nance,
Wherein the worship of the whole World lyes.
Ant. Lo thee.

Eros. My Sword is drawn.

[Turning from him.

Ant.

Ant. Then let it do at once.

The thing why thou haft drawn it..

Eres. My dear Mafter,

My Captain, and my Emperor. Let me fay
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, farewel.
Ant. 'Tis faid, Man, and farewel.

Eros. Farewel, great Chief. Shall I ftrike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.

Eros. Why there then-————

[Eros kills himself.

Thus I do escape the forrow of Antony's death.

Ant. Thrice nobler than my felf,

Thou teacheft me, oh valiant Eros, what

Ihould, and thou could'ft not; my Queen and Eros
Have by their brave Inftruction got upon me

A nobleness in Record. But I will be

A Bridegroom in my death, and run into't

As to a Lover's Bed. Come then, and Eros,

Thy Mafter dies thy Scholar; to do thus[Falling on his Sword, I learnt of thee. How, not dead? not dead?

The Guard-how!-oh difpatch me.

Enter Decretas and Guard.

I Guard. What's the noife?

Ant. I have done my work ill, Friends:

O make an end of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The Star is faln.

1 Guard. And time is at his Period.

All. Alas, and woe!

Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.

I Guard. No: I.

2 Guard. Not I.

3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt Dec. Thy death and fortunes bid thy Followers fly. This Sword but fhewn to Cafar with this tidings,

Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Where's Antony?

Dec. There, Diomed, there.

Dio. Lives he? wilt thou not anfwer, Man?

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy Sword,

give me

Sufficing ftrokes for death.

and

Dio!