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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'st seen these
Eros. Ay, my Lord.
Eros. It do's, my Lord.
Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
tray'd me, And she shall die the death.
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but onee, And that she has discharg'd. What thou would't do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake
Was, Antony ! most noble Antony !
Ant. Dead then!
Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's talk is done;
-bruised pieces, go :
(Unarming himself. You have been nobly borne ;—from me a while
(Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So't 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 fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
hand, And with our sprightly port make the Ghosts gaze; * Dido and her Sichæus shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.--Come, Eros, Eros!
Enter Eros. Eros. What would
Lord ? * Dido and her AEneas Mail want troops,] But Dido's Fondness did not reach to the other World : She then despised AEneas, and return'd to her old Affe&tion for Sichaus. I should think, therefore, that the Poet wrote, Dido and her Sichæus.
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,
Eros The Gods with-hold me!
Eros. I would not see't.
Ant. Come thien; for with a wound I must be cur'd.
Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
[Turning from him. Vol. VIII.
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once
Eros. My dear Master,
Ant. 'Tis said, man, and farewel.
Shall I ftrike now? Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then [Eros kills himself. Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.
[Dies. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teacheft me, oh, valiant Eros, what I should, and thou could'st not; my Queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction 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 Master dies thy Scholar; to do thus
Falling on his sword. I learnt of thee. How, not yet dead ? not dead ?The guard-ho!--oh, dispatch me.
WHAT's the noise?
HA T's the noise ?
Ant. I've done my work ill, friends 0, make an end of what I have begun.
2 Guard. The ftar is fallin.
Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shewn to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him!
Dio. Where's Antony?
and give me
Mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
[pr’ythee. Ant. Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I Dio. What, ho! the Emperor's Guard.
Guard. The Guard, What. hoa!
Enter the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra 'bides, 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
Guard. Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to
All your true follow'rs out.
Alt. Most heavy day!