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Not Cæsar's valor hath o'erthrown Antony,
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only
I dare not, dear,
O quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed !-How heavy weighs
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
power, The strong-winged Mercury should fetch thee up, , And set thee by Jove's side. Yet, come a little, Wishers were ever fools ;-0, come, come, come ;
[They draw Antony up.
A heavy sight!
i Cleopatra means that she dare not come down out of the monument to Antony
2 Brooched here must mean ornamented, adorned. 3 “ Sedate determination; silent coolness of resolution.” 4 Cleopatra, by these words, seems to contrast the melancholy task in which they are now engaged with their former sports.
5 i. e revive by my kiss.
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence. Ant.
One word, sweet queen. Of Cæsar seek your honor with your safety.--0!
Cleo. They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me. None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Noblest of men, woo't die?
[She faints. Char.
O, quietness, lady
Madam,— Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras.
Royal Egypt ! Empress!
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
1 That is, their standard or rallying point is thrown down.
Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman;' and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares. 2_ It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish ; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin, To rush into the secret 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.
[To the Guard below. We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution and the briefest end. [Exeunt; those above bearing off ANTONY'S
SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.
Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECÆNAS, Gal
LUS, PROCULEIUS, and others. Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
1 Iras has just said, “ Royal Egypt, empress !” Cleopatra completes the sentence (without taking notice of the intervening words of Charmian), empress “No more ; but e'en a woman,” now on a level with the meanest of my sex. The old copy reads " but in a woman.” Dr. Johnson made the correction.
2 i. e. task-work. The word is in vulgar use pronounced as if it were chore.
Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA.
Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of ANTONY. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that
dar'st Appear thus to us? Der.
I am called Dercetas;
What is't thou say'st ?
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack. The round world should have shook Lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.-The death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world.
1 Frustrate, for frustrated, was the language of Shakspeare's time. The two last words in this line, us by, are not in the old copy, in which something seems omitted, and these words were supplied by Malone. 2 The passage is thus arranged in the old copy :
“ The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
And citizens to their dens." The second line is evidently defective. What is lost may be supplied by conjecture, thus :
The round world convulsive." Johnson thought that there was a line lost; and Steevens proposed to read :
“ A greater crack than this : The ruined world,” &c. Malone thought that the passage might have stood originally thus:
The round world should have shook ;
He is dead, Cæsar ;
Look you sad, friends ?
And strange it is,
His taints and honors
A rarer spirit never
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself. Cæs.
O Antony! I have followed thee to this ;- but we do lance 3 Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce Have shown to thee such a declining day, Or look on thine: we could not stall together In the whole world. But yet let me lament, With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou, my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle—that our stars, Unreconcilable, should divide
1 “May the gods rebuke me if this be not tidings to make kings weep." But again in its exceptive sense.
2 Waged here must mean to be opposed, as equal stakes in a wager; unless we suppose that weighed is meant. The second folio reads way.
3 Launch, the word in the old copy, is only the obsolete spelling of lance.
4 His for its.