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To grace it with your sorrows. Bid That welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up,
I have led

you oft ; carry me now, good friends, And have ny thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Ant.


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Changes to a magnificent Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras, above.
Cleo. H Charmian, I will never go from hence,

Char. Be comforted, dear Madam.
Cleo. No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise ; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.

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!


Ant. Peace.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
But Antony hath triumph'd on himself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but, woe, 'tis fo!

Ant. I am dying, Égypt, dying; only yet
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thoufand kisses the


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.
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel
Provok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word, sweet Queen.

of Cæfar seek your honour, with your safety-

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Genile, hear me ;
None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll iruft ;
None about Cæfar.

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.

[She faints.
Char. Oh, quietness, Lady!
Tras. She's dead too, our sovereign.
Char. Lady!
Iras. Madan!
Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madame-
Tras. Royal Egypt! Empress !
Char. Peace, peace, Isis :
Cleo. No more but a mere woman; and com-

By such poor paffion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares ! It were for me
To throw my fcepter at th' injurious Gods;


-my Lord!

To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
'Till they had stoll'n our jewel. All's but naught:
Patience is fottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: Then is it fin,
To rush into the fecret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women ?
What, what, good cheer! why, how now, Charmian?
My noble girls ?----ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out-good Sirs, take heart,
We'll bury him : and then what's brave, what's

Let's do it after the bigh Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
This case of that huge fpirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend
But resolution, and the briereft end.

[Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body.

Come away,

A CT y. S CE N E I.

C AE s A R's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa. Dolabella, Mecænas, Gallus,

and Train.

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0 to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;

Being ,
He mocks the pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæfar, I shall.

[Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Cef. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that

Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony. I sery'd, who best was worthy
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Best to be sery'd; whilst he ftood up, and spoke,
He was my master, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to chee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæsar : If thou pleaseft not,
I yield thee up my life.
Caf. What is't thou say 'ft ?
Der. I say, oh, Cafar, Antony is dead.

Caf. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack. The round world should have shook
Lions into civil ftreets, and citizens
Into their dens—The death of Antony
Is not a single doom, in that name lay
A moiety of the world.

L'er. He is dead, Cafar,
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife ; but that fell-hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath with the courage, which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart. This is his sword,
I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd
With his moft noble blood.

Cæs. Look you sad, friends :
The Gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding
To wash the eyes of Kings !

Agr. And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our molt persisted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours
Weigh'd equal in him.

Agr. A rarer spirit never
Did Neer humanity; but you Gods will give us
Some faults to make us men. Cæfar is touch'd.

Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself.

Cæfar. O Antony !
I've follow'd thee to this --but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce

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