To grace it with your forrows. Bid That welcome I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, Cleo. SCENE [Exeunt, bearing Ant. XII. Changes to a magnificent Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above. 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 your Monument, His Guard have brought him thither. Enter Antony, borne by the Guards. * Cleo. O thou Sun, [ftand. Turn from th' great Sphere thou mov'ft in !-darkling Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends, *Burn the great Sphere thou mov'st in, &c.] The varying shore o' th' world! i. e. of the Earth, where Light and Darkness make an inceffant Variation. But then, if the Sun fhould fet on fire the whole Sphere, in which he was fuppofed to move, how could the Earth fland darkling? On the Contrary it would be in perpetual Light. Therefore, if we will allow Cleopatra not to be quite mad, we must believe fhe faid, Turn from th' great Sphere thou mov'ft in! Ant. Ant. Peace. Not Cæfar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony, Cleo. So it fhould be, that none but Antony I lay upon thy lips. Cleo. I dare not, Come down. (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not;) Left I be taken; not th' imperious fhew Of the full-fortun'd Cæfar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; it knife, drugs, ferpents, have Your Wife Octavia, with her modest eyes Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone. [Lord! Cleo. Here's fport, indeed! how heavy weighs my Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, Oh come, come, come- 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 Cæfar feek your honour, with your safetyyou Cleo. They do not go together. Ant. Genile, hear me ; None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius. Cleo. My refolution, and my hands, I'll truft; None about Cæfar. Ant. The miferable change, now at my end,. Lament, nor forrow at: but please your thoughts. In feeding them with thofe my former fortunes, Wherein I liv'd the greatest prince o'th' world, The nobleft once; and do not now bafely die, Nor cowardly put off my helmet to I can no more →→→→ My countryman: A Roman, by a Roman And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the visiting moon. Char. Oh, quietnefs, Lady! Iras. She's dead too, our fovereign. Char. Lady! Iras. Madam! Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam- Iras. Royal Egypt! Emprefs! Char. Peace, peace, Ifis! [She faints. Cleo. No more but a mere woman; and com manded By fuch poor paffion as the maid that milks, And does the meaneft chares !-It were for me Το To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women? Let's do it after.the high Roman fashion, This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend [Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body. A CT V. SCENE I. CAESAR'S Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecenas, Gallus, G and Train. C AE S A R. O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; He mocks the pauses that he makes. Dol. Cæfar, I hall. 1 [Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas, with the fword of Antony. Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'ft Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas ; Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy N 4 Best Beft to be ferv'd; whilft he ftood up, and spoke, Caf. What is't thou fay'ft? Der. I fay, oh, Cafar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing should make A greater crack. The round world fhould have fhook Lions into civil ftreets, and citizens Into their dens- -The death of Antony Is not a fingle doom, in that name lay Der. He is dead, Cæfar, Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that felf-hand, Which writ his honour in the ads it did, Hath with the courage, which the heart did lend it, Splitted the heart. This is his fword, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd With his moft noble blood. Caf. Look you fad, friends: The Gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding Agr. And frange it is, That nature muft compel us to lament Our most perfifted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours Weigh'd equal in him. Agr. A rarer spirit never Did fleer humanity; but you Gods will give us Mec. When fuch a fpacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself. Cæfar. O Antony! I've follow'd thee to this- -but we do lance |