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.

Cleo.

Enter ANTONY borne by the Guard.

O thou sun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling'

stand

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

Ant.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

Peace:

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-fortun'd 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 a little,-
Wishers were ever fools ;-O, come, come, come;
[They draw ANTONY up.

And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast liv'd:
Quicken 4 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, Provok'd 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.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end, Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,

3 Sedate determination,

4 Revive.

In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd, 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.

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?-O, see, my women,
The crown o'the earth doth melt:-My lord!-
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

[Dies.

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.

Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.

[She faints.

O, quietness, lady!

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

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

manded

and com

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,

6 Task-work.

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. 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.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.

Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and Others.

Cas. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate,7 tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.8

Dol.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA.

Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of ANTONY.

Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that

dar'st

7 Frustrated.

He trifles with us.

Appear thus to us?

Der.

I am call'd Dercetas ;

Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd: 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.

Cæs.

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 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.

Der.

He is dead, Cæsar;

Not by a publick minister of justice,

Nor by a hired knife; but that self 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 stain'd

With his most noble blood.

Cæs.

The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings

To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr.

Look you sad, friends?

And strange it is,

That nature must compel us to lament

Our most persisted deeds.

Mec.

His taints and honours