The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, to which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems. (Life of William Shakspeare, by Mr. N. Rowe.).

SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour,
Eros!

Enter EROS, with Armour.

Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :-
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.-Come.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.

What's this for?

Ant. Ab, let be, let be! thou art

The armourer of my heart:-False, false; this, this. Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.

Ant. Well, well;

We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good fellow! Go, put on my defences.

Eros. Briefly, Sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?,

Ant. Rarely, rarely:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please

To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire More tight at this, than thou: despatch.-O love, That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! thou shouldst see

Enter an OFFICER, armed.

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

1 Off. A thousand, Sir,

Early though it be, have on their riveted trim §, And at the port expect you.

[Shout.-Trumpets.-Flourish.

Enter other OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS.

2 Off. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general.

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, [Kisses her. 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.

Mess. Antony

Enter a MESSENGER.

Is come into the field.

Cas. Go, charge Agrippa

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

[Exeunt Cæsar and his Tram.
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 hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself to sorely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a SOLDIER of Casar's.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.

I tell you true: best that you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit, Soldier.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my

heart:

SCENE VII.-Field of Battle between the Camps. Alarum.-Drums and Trumpets.-Enter AGRIPPA, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt. Alarum.-Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, wounded, Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought in

deed!

Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes ; I have yet Room for six scotches+ more.

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, Sir; and our advantage

serves

For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us score their backs,

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;

'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. I'll halt after.

• Swells.

[Exeunt.

+ Cuts.

SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of`Alexandria. Alarum.-Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and

Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;

For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Not as you served the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shewn all Hectors. Enter the city, clipt your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss

The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand; [To Scarus.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy t I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o' the world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness ý to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! comest thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;-
Kiss it, my warrior :-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

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 Phœbus' car. Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe

them :

SENTINELS on their Post.-Enter ENOBARBUS. A Sold. 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.

2 Sold. This last day was

A shrewd one to us.

Eno. O, bear me witness, night.

3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent l-

1 Sold. Enobarbus!

3 Sold. Peace;

Hark further.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city,

Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour ‡.
[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR, and his Forces, marching.
Cas. But being charged, we will be still by
land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: where yonder pine

does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar. Swallows have built

(Eril.

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the angurers
Say, they know not,-they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-Fight.
Re-enter ANTONY.

Ant. All is lost;

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-turn'd whore!; 'tis

thou

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid then all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.
(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 spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt; this grave charm
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them
home;

Whose bosom was my crownet ++, my chief end,-
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose ‡‡,

• Reached.

↑ Solemnly. Discover their numbers, and see their motions.

Without.

Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to OcDeadly piece of witchcraft.

As becomes the brave warriors that own them. tavius.
Small drums.

Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed, discharges the moisture it had imbibed.

Was the motion for.

++ Finish.

A cheating game, at present named pricking

at the bill.

ANT

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 prepared nails. [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well
thou'rt gone,

If it be well to live: but better 'twere
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 t, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let me lodge Lichasi on the horns o' the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd 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.
SCENE XI-Alexandria.—A Room in the Palace.
Eater CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN.
Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd .

Char. To the monument;

There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.

The soul and body rive¶ not more in parting

Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To the monument:

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,
Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.-
To the monument.
[Exeunt.

SCENE XII.-The same.-Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and Exos.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros. Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these
signs;

They are black vesper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my lord.

PATRA.

And that s

Is done unto discharged: what thou wouldst do,
Was, Antony! mound; the last she spake
Then in the midst a tble Antony!

The name of Antony; itg groan did break
Between her heart and lips divided
e render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.
Ant. Dead then?
Mar. Dead.

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

Does pay thy labour richly; go.-Off, pluck off;→→→
[Exit Mardian.
The seven-fold 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:-Since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no further: now all labour
Marrs what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: seal thent, 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?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd 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

see

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a Thy master thus with pleach'dt arms, bending

thought,

The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

down

His corrigible § neck, his face subdued

To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded

Ant. My good knave tt, Eros, now thy captain is His baseness that ensued ¶?
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 annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, bas
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.-

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady'
Enter MARDIAN.

She nas robb'd me of my sword.

Mar. No, Antony;

My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.

Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace;
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once;

For the smallest piece of money, to clowns. + Hercules.

t The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules.

Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles.
Foaming at the mouth.

The fleeting clouds.

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be
cured.

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country,

Eros. O, Sir, pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;

Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
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,

My captain, and my emperor! Let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.

Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now!

i. e. The thing that contains thee. + Sealing compleats a contract.

Split.

6 Corrected.

+ Servant.

• Dignity.

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 learn'd of thee. How! not yet 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; O, make an end

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 my thanks for all.

[Exeunt, bearing Antony.
SCENE XIII.-The same.-A Monument.
Enter abore, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madain.
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 gival

• Settled.

Enter DIOMEDES.

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 movest in !-Darkling stand

The varying shore o' the world!-0 Antony! Antony, Antony !-Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace:

Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here impórtune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

Cleo. I dare not, dear,

(Dear my lord, pardon), I dare not,

Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortuned Cæsar ever shall

Be brooch'd + with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have

Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:

Your wife Octavia, 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 up;-
Assist, good friends.

Ant. O, quick, or I am gone.

Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord!

Our strength is all gone into heaviness,

That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come little,Wishers were ever fools;-0, come, come, come; [They draw Antony up. And welcome, welcome! Die, where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.

All. A 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 housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence.

Ant. One word, sweet queen:

Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety,-O! Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me:

None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar.

Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest and do now not basely die.
Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going;
I can no more.
(Dies.

Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die!
Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a stye?-0, see, my women,
The crown o' the earth doth melt :-My lord!-
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.

Char. O, quietness, lady!

[She faints.

Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady,

Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras. Royal Egypt!

Iras. Madam,

Empress!

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and com

manded

By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares.-It were for me
To throw my scepter 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 ns. Come, away:
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 Body.

Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY. Cas. Wherefore is that? And what art thou, that darest

Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas;

Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy

Best to be served: whilst he stood up, and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my life,

To spend upon his haters: if thou please

To take me to thee, as I was to him

I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,

I yield thee up my life.

Cas. What is't thou say'st?

Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.

Cas. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world should have

sbook

Which writ his honour in the acts it did,

UnrePATRA.

Our equalness, should divide
But I will tell yous.-Hear me, good friends,--

some meeter season;

Enter a

The business of this man SSENGER.

We'll hear him what he says, out of him,

Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The hence are you?
Confined in all she has, her monume.my mistress,
Of thy intents desires instruction;
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.

Cas. Bid her have good heart;
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle.

[Exit.

Mess. So the gods preserve thee! Cas. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require; Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph: go,

And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, And how you find of her.

Pro. Cæsar, I shall.

[Exit Proculeius.

Cas. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius?

Agr. Mec. Dolabella!

[Exit Gallus.

Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employed; he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent; where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings: go with me, and see What I can shew in this.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Monu

ment.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make

A better life: 'tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave *;
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS,
GALLUS, and Soldiers.

Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt; And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. Cleo. [Within.] What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius.

Cleo. [Within.] Antony

Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but

Splitted the heart. This is his sword,

I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd

With his most noble blood.

Cas. Look you sad, friends?

The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings

To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr. And strange it is,

That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours

Waged equal with him.

Agr. A rarer spirit never

Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us

Some faults to make us men.

I have follow'd thee to this;-But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shewn 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,

You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing:
Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need: let nie report to him
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid or kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Cleo. [Within.] Pray you, tell him

I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
Look him i' the face.

Pro. This I'll report, dear lady,

Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied Of him that caused it.

Gal. You see how easily she may be surprized; [Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, ascend the Monument by a Ladder placed against a Window, and having descended, come behind Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and open the Gates.

• Servant,

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