This is a soldier's kiss [Kisses her]: rebukable
And worthy shameful check it were to stand
On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave
thee

Now like a man of steel.—You that will fight,
Follow me close: I'll bring you to 't.-Adieu.
[Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, Officers, and Soldiers.
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
Cleo.
Lead me.

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might

Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony-but now!-Well, on.

[Exeunt.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Antony is come into the field.
Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR and his Train.

Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Cæsar hath hanged him. Canidius and the

Cleo.

I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold: it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe
them.

Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds
together,

Applauding our approach!

SCENE IX. CESAR'S Camp.

[Exeunt.

Sentinels on their posts. Enter ENOBARBUS.

1st Sol. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard. The night Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn.

2nd Sol. This last day was a shrewd one to us. Eno. O, bear me witness, night,3rd Sol. What man is this?

2nd Sol. Stand close, and list him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blesséd moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent!—

1st Sol. Enobarbus !

3rd Sol. Peace: hark further.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me! throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.—Triple-turned whore!
't is thou

Hast sold me to this novice: and my heart
Makes only war on thee.—Bid them all fly :
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all.-Bid them all fly; be gone!
[Exit SCARUS.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more!
Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Do we shake hands.-All come to this?-The

hearts

That spanielled me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar: and this pine is barked,
That overtopped them all. Betrayed I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye becked forth my wars, and called

them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,—
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell: avaunt!

Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love?

Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take

thee,

And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex most monster-like, be shewn
For poor'st diminutives, to dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her preparéd nails. [Exit CLEOPATRA.
"Tis well thou 'rt gone,

If it be well to live: but better 't were
Thou fell'st into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!-
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
And with those hands, that grasped the heaviest

club,

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall

Under this plot: she dies for 't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen (Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; Which, whilst it was mine, had annexed unto t A million more, now lost)-she, Eros, has Packed cards with Cæsar, and false played my glory Unto an enemy's triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros: there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

Ant. Eros, unarm: the long day's task is done, And we must sleep.-That thou depart'st hence safe

Does pay thy labour richly: go.—[Exit MARDIAN.
Off, pluck off!-

The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent;
Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.-
No more a soldier: bruiséd pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne.—From me awhile.—
[Exit EROS.

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it 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 souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?

I have lived in such dishonour that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quartered the world, and o'er green Neptune's
back

With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
The courage of a woman: less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
"I am conqueror of myself." Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent should come (which now
Is come indeed), when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of disgrace
And horror, that, on my command, thou then
Wouldst kill me:-do't; the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me; 't is Cæsar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

[Dies.

I should, and thou couldst 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

I learned of thee [ Falls on his sword.]—How! not yet dead? not dead?

The guard!-ho!—O, despatch me!

Enter DERCETAS and Guard. 1st Guard. What 's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends: O, make