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To grace it with your sorrows. Bid That welcome
you oft ; carry me now, good friends, And have ny thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Ant.
Changes to a magnificent Monument.
Char. Be comforted, dear Madam.
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,
[itand Turn from th' great Sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling The varying shore o'th' world! O Antony ! Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends, Below; let's draw him bither.
* Burn the great Sphere thou mov'st in, &c.] The vårying shore o' the world! i. c. of the Earth, where Light and Darkness make an inces. sant Variation. But then, if the Sun should fet on fire the whole Sphere, in which he was supposed to move, how could the Earth Jland darkling? On the Contrary it would be in perpetual Light. Therefore, if we will allow Cleopatra not to be quite mad, we must telieve she said, Turn from th' great Sphere thou movest in!
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Égypt, dying; only yet
last I lay upon thy lips. - -Come down.
Cleo. I dare not, (Dear, dear my Lord, your pardon, that I dare not;) Left I be taken; not th' imperious íbew Of the full-fortun'd Cafar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, fting, or operation, I am safe ; Your Wife O&avia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion shall acquire no honour, Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, Help me, my women ; we must draw thee upAllst, good friends. Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone.
(Lord ! Cleo. Here's sport, indeed! how heavy weighs my Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury Mould fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, Wishes were ever fools. Oh come, come, come
(They draw Antony up to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Die, where thou hast liv'd; Quicken with kisling; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.
All. O heavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
of Cæfar seek your honour, with your safety-
Ant. Genile, hear me ;
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll iruft ;
Ant. The miserable change, now at my end, Lament, nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes, Wherein I liv'd the greatest prince o'th' world, The nobleil once; and do not now basely die, Nor cowardly put off my helmet 10 My countryman: A Roinan, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more
(Antony dics. Cleo. Noblest of men ! woo't die? Halt ihoi: 10 care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a flye; O see, my women ! The crown o'th' earth doth meliOb, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone; And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the visiting moon.
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
[Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body.
A CT y. S CE N E I.
C AE s A R's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa. Dolabella, Mecænas, Gallus,
0 to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
[Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Cef. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that
Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Best to be sery'd; whilst he ftood up, and spoke,
Caf. The breaking of so great a thing should make
L'er. He is dead, Cafar,
Cæs. Look you sad, friends :
Agr. And strange it is,
Mec. His taints and honours
Agr. A rarer spirit never
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself.
Cæfar. O Antony !