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Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
Dead, then ?
Dead. Ant. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep.—That thou depart’st hence safe, Does pay thy labor richly; go.—Off
, pluck off ;
[Exit Mardian. 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.—Bruised 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.3 Since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no further. Now all labor 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
lord ? Ant.
Since Cleopatra died, I lived in such dishonor, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
1 “The battery from my heart,” means “ the battery proceeding from my heart. 2 i. e. the thing that contains thee.
3 Steevens thinks that the Poet wrote life, and not length. But length may signify extension or protraction of life.
Quartered the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
The gods withhold me!
I would not see't.
O sir, pardon me.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
1 The termination bly is often written ble by old writers, and is frequently to be found so in Shakspeare. To mind or purpose is a verb extensively used in former times.
2 i. e. arms folded. 3 Corrigible for corrected, and afterwards penetrative for penetrating. 4 « Branded with baseness the poor wretch that followed.”
Ant. Lo thee.
[Turning from him. Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant.
Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros.
My dear master,
Ant. 'Tis said, man and farewell.
Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there, then.—[Falls on his sword.] Thus
do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.
Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what 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
[Falling on his sword. I learned of thee. How! not dead ? not dead ?The guard !-ho!-0, despatch me.
Enter DERCETAS and Guard. 1 Guard.
What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; 0, make an
end Of what I have begun. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. 1 Guard. And time is at his period. All.
Alas, and wo! Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard.
Not I. 2 Guard. Nor I. 3 Guard. Nor any one.
[Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
There, Diomed, there.
Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man ?
Exit DERCETAS. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword,
and give me Sufficing strokes for death. Dio.
Most absolute lord,
Ant. When did she send thee?
Now, my lord.
Where is she? Dio. Locked in her monument. She had a prophe
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw
pr’ythee. Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard,
what, ho! Come, your lord calls.
Enter some of the Guard. Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra 'bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 1 Guard. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live
to wear All your true followers out. All.
Most heavy day! Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
1 i. e, arranged with him, agreed with him.
grace it with your sorrows; bid that welcome
[Exeunt, bearing ANTONY.
Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras.
Cleo. No, I will not.
As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o’the other side your monument ; His guard have brought him thither.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo.
O, thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! —Darkling
stand The varying shore o' the world. O Antony, Antony,
1 It should be remembered that, according to the old philosophy, the sun was accounted a planet, and thought to be whirled round the earth by the motion of a solid sphere in which it was fixed. Supposing this consumed, the sun must wander in endless space, and the earth be involved in endless night.