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twg_000000014800 | besides what hotter hours, Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pickd out. For I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. CLEOPATRA. Wherefore is this? ANTONY. To let a fellow that will take rewards And say God quit you! be familiar with My playfellow, your hand, this kingly seal And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014801 | plighter of high hearts! O that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The horned herd! For I have savage cause, And to proclaim it civilly were like A haltered neck which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. Enter a Servant with Thidias. Is he whipped? SERVANT. Soundly, my lord. ANTONY. Cried he? And begged | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014802 | he pardon? SERVANT. He did ask favour. ANTONY. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him. Henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee; Shake thou to look ont. Get thee back to Caesar; Tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014803 | him thy entertainment. Look thou say He makes me angry with him; for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry, And at this time most easy tis to dot, When my good stars that were my former guides Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014804 | Into th abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou. Hence with thy stripes, be gone. [_Exit Thidias._] CLEOPATRA. Have you done yet? ANTONY. Alack, our terrene moon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014805 | is now eclipsed, And it portends alone the fall of Antony. CLEOPATRA. I must stay his time. ANTONY. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? CLEOPATRA. Not know me yet? ANTONY. Cold-hearted toward me? CLEOPATRA. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail And poison it in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014806 | source, and the first stone Drop in my neck; as it determines, so Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite, Till, by degrees the memory of my womb, Together with my brave Egyptians all, By the discandying of this pelleted storm, Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile Have buried them for prey! ANTONY. I am satisfied. Caesar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014807 | sits down in Alexandria, where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our severed navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threatning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood. I and my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014808 | sword will earn our chronicle. Theres hope int yet. CLEOPATRA. Thats my brave lord! ANTONY. I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously. For when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests. But now Ill set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. Come, Lets have one other gaudy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014809 | night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more Lets mock the midnight bell. CLEOPATRA. It is my birthday. I had thought thave held it poor, but since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. ANTONY. We will yet do well. CLEOPATRA. Call all his noble captains to my lord. ANTONY. Do so; well | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014810 | speak to them; and tonight Ill force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen, Theres sap int yet. The next time I do fight Ill make Death love me, for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [_Exeunt all but Enobarbus._] ENOBARBUS. Now hell outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frighted out of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014811 | fear, and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still A diminution in our captains brain Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [_Exit._] ACT IV SCENE I. Caesars Camp at Alexandria. Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Maecenas, with his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014812 | army. Caesar reading a letter. CAESAR. He calls me boy, and chides as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal combat, Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge. MAECENAS. Caesar must think, When one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014813 | so great begins to rage, hes hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction. Never anger Made good guard for itself. CAESAR. Let our best heads Know that tomorrow the last of many battles We mean to fight. Within our files there are, Of those that served Mark Antony but late, Enough to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014814 | fetch him in. See it done, And feast the army; we have store to dot, And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony! [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas with others. ANTONY. He will not fight with me, Domitius? ENOBARBUS. No. ANTONY. Why should he not? ENOBARBUS. He thinks, being | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014815 | twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. ANTONY. Tomorrow, soldier, By sea and land Ill fight. Or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Woot thou fight well? ENOBARBUS. Ill strike, and cry Take all. ANTONY. Well said. Come on. Call forth my household servants. Lets tonight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014816 | Be bounteous at our meal. Enter Servants. Give me thy hand. Thou has been rightly honest; so hast thou, Thou, and thou, and thou. You have served me well, And kings have been your fellows. CLEOPATRA. [_Aside to Enobarbus_.] What means this? ENOBARBUS. [_Aside to Cleopatra_.] Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. ANTONY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014817 | And thou art honest too. I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clapped up together in An Antony, that I might do you service So good as you have done. ALL THE SERVANTS. The gods forbid! ANTONY. Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight. Scant not my cups, and make as much of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014818 | me As when mine empire was your fellow too And suffered my command. CLEOPATRA. [_Aside to Enobarbus_.] What does he mean? ENOBARBUS. [_Aside to Cleopatra_.] To make his followers weep. ANTONY. Tend me tonight; May be it is the period of your duty. Haply you shall not see me more, or if, A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrow Youll serve another | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014819 | master. I look on you As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, I turn you not away, but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death. Tend me tonight two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you fort! ENOBARBUS. What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014820 | I, an ass, am onion-eyed. For shame, Transform us not to women. ANTONY. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me if I meant it thus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends, You take me in too dolorous a sense, For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you To burn this night with torches. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014821 | Know, my hearts, I hope well of tomorrow, and will lead you Where rather Ill expect victorious life Than death and honour. Lets to supper, come, And drown consideration. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Alexandria. Before the Palace. Enter a Company of Soldiers. FIRST SOLDIER. Brother, good night. Tomorrow is the day. SECOND SOLDIER. It will determine one way. Fare you well. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014822 | Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? FIRST SOLDIER. Nothing. What news? SECOND SOLDIER. Belike tis but a rumour. Good night to you. FIRST SOLDIER. Well, sir, good night. Enter two other Soldiers. SECOND SOLDIER. Soldiers, have careful watch. THIRD SOLDIER. And you. Good night, good night. [_They place themselves in every corner of the stage._] SECOND SOLDIER. Here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014823 | we. And if tomorrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. FIRST SOLDIER. Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. [_Music of the hautboys under the stage._] SECOND SOLDIER. Peace, what noise? FIRST SOLDIER. List, list! SECOND SOLDIER. Hark! FIRST SOLDIER. Music i th air. THIRD SOLDIER. Under the earth. FOURTH SOLDIER. It | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014824 | signs well, does it not? THIRD SOLDIER. No. FIRST SOLDIER. Peace, I say! What should this mean? SECOND SOLDIER. Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved, Now leaves him. FIRST SOLDIER. Walk. Lets see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [_They advance to another post._] SECOND SOLDIER. How now, masters! ALL. How now! How now! Do you hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014825 | this? FIRST SOLDIER. Ay. Ist not strange? THIRD SOLDIER. Do you hear, masters? Do you hear? FIRST SOLDIER. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter. Lets see how it will give off. ALL. Content. Tis strange. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Antony and Cleopatra with others. ANTONY. Eros! Mine armour, Eros! CLEOPATRA. Sleep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014826 | a little. ANTONY. No, my chuck.Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros! Enter Eros with armour. Come, good fellow, put thine iron on. If fortune be not ours today, it is Because we brave her. Come. CLEOPATRA. Nay, Ill help too. Whats this for? ANTONY. Ah, let be, let be! Thou art The armourer of my heart. False, false. This, this! CLEOPATRA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014827 | Sooth, la, Ill help. Thus it must be. ANTONY. Well, well, We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow? Go put on thy defences. EROS. Briefly, sir. CLEOPATRA. Is not this buckled well? ANTONY. Rarely, rarely. He that unbuckles this, till we do please To dafft for our repose, shall hear a storm. Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queens | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014828 | a squire More tight at this than thou. Dispatch. O love, That thou couldst see my wars today, and knewst The royal occupation, thou shouldst see A workman int. Enter an Officer, armed. Good morrow to thee. Welcome. Thou lookst like him that knows a warlike charge. To business that we love we rise betime And go tot with delight. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014829 | OFFICER. A thousand, sir, Early thought be, have on their riveted trim And at the port expect you. [_Shout. Trumpets flourish._] Enter other Captains and Soldiers. CAPTAIN. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general. ALL. Good morrow, general. ANTONY. Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. So, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014830 | so. Come, give me that. This way. Well said. Fare thee well, dame. Whateer becomes of me, This is a soldiers kiss. [_Kisses her._] Rebukeable And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment. Ill leave thee Now like a man of steel.You that will fight, Follow me close, Ill bring you tot. Adieu. [_Exeunt Antony, Eros, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014831 | Captains and Soldiers._] CHARMIAN. Please you, retire to your chamber. CLEOPATRA. Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then Antonybut now. Well, on. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Antonys camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros, a Soldier meeting them. SOLDIER. The gods make this a happy day to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014832 | Antony! ANTONY. Would thou and those thy scars had once prevailed To make me fight at land! SOLDIER. Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted and the soldier That has this morning left thee would have still Followed thy heels. ANTONY. Whos gone this morning? SOLDIER. Who? One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014833 | thee, or from Caesars camp Say I am none of thine. ANTONY. What sayest thou? SOLDIER. Sir, He is with Caesar. EROS. Sir, his chests and treasure He has not with him. ANTONY. Is he gone? SOLDIER. Most certain. ANTONY. Go, Eros, send his treasure after. Do it. Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him I will subscribegentle | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014834 | adieus and greetings. Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. O, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.Enobarbus! [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Alexandria. Caesars camp. Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar with Enobarbus and Dolabella. CAESAR. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight. Our will is Antony be took alive; Make it so known. AGRIPPA. Caesar, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014835 | shall. [_Exit._] CAESAR. The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosprous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely. Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. Antony Is come into the field. CAESAR. Go charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [_Exeunt Caesar and his Train._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014836 | ENOBARBUS. Alexas did revolt and went to Jewry on Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar And leave his master Antony. For this pains Caesar hath hanged him. Canidius and the rest That fell away have entertainment but No honourable trust. I have done ill, Of which I do accuse myself so sorely That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014837 | I will joy no more. Enter a Soldier of Caesars. SOLDIER. 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. ENOBARBUS. I give it you. SOLDIER. Mock not, Enobarbus. I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer Out of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014838 | the host. I must attend mine office, Or would have donet myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. [_Exit._] ENOBARBUS. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014839 | heart. If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought, but thought will dot, I feel. I fight against thee! No, I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die; the foulst best fits My latter part of life. [_Exit._] SCENE VII. Field of battle between the Camps. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others. AGRIPPA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014840 | Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far. Caesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected. [_Exeunt._] Alarums. Enter Antony and Scarus wounded. SCARUS. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads. ANTONY. Thou bleedst apace. SCARUS. I had a wound here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014841 | that was like a T, But now tis made an H. _Sounds retreat far off._ ANTONY. They do retire. SCARUS. Well 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. SCARUS. Let us score their backs And snatch em up as we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014842 | take hares, behind. Tis sport to maul a runner. ANTONY. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valour. Come thee on. SCARUS. Ill halt after. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VIII. Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter Antony again in a march; Scarus with others. ANTONY. We have beat him to his camp. Run one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014843 | before And let the Queen know of our gests. Tomorrow, Before the sun shall sees, well spill the blood That has today escaped. I thank you all, For doughty-handed are you, and have fought Not as you served the cause, but ast had been Each mans like mine. You have shown all Hectors. Enter the city, clip your wives, your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014844 | friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss The honoured gashes whole. Enter Cleopatra. [_To Scarus_.] Give me thy hand. To this great fairy Ill commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o th world, Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou, attire and all, Through proof | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014845 | of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. CLEOPATRA. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue, comst thou smiling from The worlds great snare uncaught? ANTONY. Mine nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! Though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha we A brain that nourishes our nerves and can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014846 | Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man. Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand. Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought today As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroyed in such a shape. CLEOPATRA. Ill give thee, friend, An armour all of gold. It was a kings. ANTONY. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014847 | Like holy Phbus 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 days fate, Which promises royal peril.Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the citys ear; Make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014848 | mingle with our rattling tabourines, That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IX. Caesars camp. Enter a Sentry and his company. Enobarbus follows. SENTRY. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to th court of guard. The night Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle By th second | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014849 | hour i th morn. FIRST WATCH. This last day was a shrewd one tos. ENOBARBUS. O, bear me witness, night. SECOND WATCH. What man is this? FIRST WATCH. Stand close and list him. ENOBARBUS. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent. SENTRY. Enobarbus? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014850 | SECOND WATCH. Peace! Hark further. ENOBARBUS. 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, Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder And finish all foul thoughts. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014851 | Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular, But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive. O Antony! O Antony! [_Dies._] FIRST WATCH. Lets speak to him. SENTRY. Lets hear him, for the things he speaks may concern Caesar. SECOND WATCH. Lets do so. But he sleeps. SENTRY. Swoons rather, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014852 | for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. FIRST WATCH. Go we to him. SECOND WATCH. Awake, sir, awake! Speak to us. FIRST WATCH. Hear you, sir? SENTRY. The hand of death hath raught him. [_Drums afar off._] Hark! The drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To th court of guard; he is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014853 | of note. Our hour Is fully out. SECOND WATCH. Come on, then. He may recover yet. [_Exeunt with the body._] SCENE X. Ground between the two Camps. Enter Antony and Scarus with their army. ANTONY. Their preparation is today by sea; We please them not by land. SCARUS. For both, my lord. ANTONY. I would theyd fight i th fire | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014854 | or i th air; Wed fight there too. But this it is: our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city Shall stay with usorder for sea is given; They have put forth the haven Where their appointment we may best discover And look on their endeavour. [_Exeunt._] SCENE XI. Another part of the Ground. Enter Caesar and his army. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014855 | CAESAR. But being charged, we will be still by land, Which, as I taket, we shall, for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantage. [_Exeunt._] SCENE XII. Another part of the Ground. Alarum afar off, as at a sea fight. Enter Antony and Scarus. ANTONY. Yet they are not joined. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014856 | Where yond pine does stand I shall discover all. Ill bring thee word Straight how tis like to go. [_Exit._] SCARUS. Swallows have built In Cleopatras sails their nests. The augurs 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014857 | and fear Of what he has and has not. Enter Antony. ANTONY. 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-turned whore! Tis thou Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart Makes only wars on thee. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014858 | 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 spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave Their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014859 | wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar, and this pine is barked That overtopped them all. Betrayd 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 gypsy hath at fast and loose Beguiled me to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014860 | the very heart of loss. What, Eros, Eros! Enter Cleopatra. Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! CLEOPATRA. Why is my lord enraged against his love? ANTONY. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving And blemish Caesars 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014861 | monster-like be shown For poorst diminutives, for dolts, and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [_Exit Cleopatra._] Tis well thourt gone, If it be well to live; but better twere Thou fellst into my fury, for one death Might have prevented many.Eros, ho! The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Teach me, Alcides, thou mine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014862 | ancestor, thy rage. Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o th moon, And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die. To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot. She dies fort.Eros, ho! [_Exit._] SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014863 | Charmian, Iras and Mardian. CLEOPATRA. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed. CHARMIAN. To th monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off. CLEOPATRA. To th monument! Mardian, go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014864 | tell him I have slain myself. Say that the last I spoke was Antony, And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death.To th monument! [_Exeunt._] SCENE XIV. Alexandria. Another Room. Enter Antony and Eros. ANTONY. Eros, thou yet beholdst me? EROS. Ay, noble lord. ANTONY. Sometime we see a cloud thats dragonish, A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014865 | vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upont, that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs. They are black vespers pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014866 | dislimns and makes it indistinct As water is in water. EROS. It does, my lord. ANTONY. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014867 | whilst it was mine, had annexed untot A million more, now lostshe, Eros, has Packed cards with Caesar, and false-played my glory Unto an enemys triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. Enter Mardian. O, thy vile lady! She has robbed me of my sword. MARDIAN. No, Antony, My mistress loved thee and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014868 | her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. ANTONY. Hence, saucy eunuch! Peace! She hath betrayed me and shall die the death. MARDIAN. Death of one person can be paid but once, And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do Is done unto thy hand. The last she spake Was Antony! Most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014869 | did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips. She rendered life, Thy name so buried in her. ANTONY. Dead, then? MARDIAN. Dead. ANTONY. Unarm, Eros. The long days task is done, And we must sleep.That thou departst hence safe Does pay thy labour richly. Go. [_Exit Mardian._] Off, pluck off! The sevenfold shield of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014870 | 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 oertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014871 | length is torture. Since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no farther. 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, well hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze. Dido | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014872 | and her Aeneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.Come, Eros, Eros! Enter Eros. EROS. What would my lord? ANTONY. Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quartered the world, and oer green Neptunes back With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack The courage | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014873 | of a woman; less noble mind Than she which, by her death, our Caesar 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 Th inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror, that on my command Thou then wouldst kill me. Dot. The time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014874 | is come. Thou strikst not me; tis Caesar thou defeatst. Put colour in thy cheek. EROS. The gods withhold me! Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, Though enemy, lost aim and could not? ANTONY. Eros, Wouldst thou be windowed in great Rome and see Thy master thus with pleached arms, bending down His corrigible neck, his face | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014875 | subdued To penetrative shame, whilst the wheeled seat Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued? EROS. I would not seet. ANTONY. 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! ANTONY. When I did make thee | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014876 | free, sworst 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. ANTONY. Lo thee! [_Turning from him._] EROS. My sword is drawn. ANTONY. Then let it do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014877 | 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. ANTONY. Tis said, man, and farewell. EROS. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? ANTONY. Now, Eros. EROS. Why, there then! [_kills himself_] Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antonys death. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014878 | [_Dies._] ANTONY. 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 intot As to a lovers bed. Come then, and, Eros, Thy master dies thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014879 | scholar. To do thus [_Falling on his sword._] I learned of thee. How? Not dead? Not dead? The guard, ho! O, dispatch me! Enter a company of the Guard, one of them Dercetus. FIRST GUARD. Whats the noise? ANTONY. I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end Of what I have begun. SECOND GUARD. The star is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014880 | fallen. FIRST GUARD. And time is at his period. ALL. Alas, and woe! ANTONY. Let him that loves me strike me dead. FIRST GUARD. Not I. SECOND GUARD. Nor I. THIRD GUARD. Nor anyone. [_Exeunt guard._] DERCETUS. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Caesar with this tidings, Shall enter me with him. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014881 | Diomedes. DIOMEDES. Wheres Antony? DERCETUS. There, Diomed, there. DIOMEDES. Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? [_Exit Dercetus._] ANTONY. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword and give me Sufficing strokes for death. DIOMEDES. Most absolute lord, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. ANTONY. When did she send thee? DIOMEDES. Now, my lord. ANTONY. Where is she? DIOMEDES. Locked | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014882 | in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass. For when she saw Which never shall be foundyou did suspect She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead; But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014883 | I am come, I dread, too late. ANTONY. Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee. DIOMEDES. What, ho! The emperors guard! The guard, what ho! Come, your lord calls! Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony. ANTONY. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides. Tis the last service that I shall command you. FIRST GUARD. Woe, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014884 | woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. ALL. Most heavy day! ANTONY. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate 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; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014885 | carry me now, good friends, And have my thanks for all. [_Exeunt, bearing Antony._] SCENE XV. Alexandria. A monument. Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras. CLEOPATRA. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. CHARMIAN. Be comforted, dear madam. CLEOPATRA. No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise. Our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014886 | size of sorrow, Proportioned to our cause, must be as great As that which makes it. Enter, below Diomedes. How now! Is he dead? DIOMEDES. His deaths upon him, but not dead. Look out o th other side your monument; His guard have brought him thither. Enter, below Antony borne by the Guard. CLEOPATRA. O sun, Burn the great sphere | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014887 | thou movst in! Darkling stand The varying shore o th world. O Antony, Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian! Help, Iras, help! Help, friends below! Lets draw him hither. ANTONY. Peace! Not Caesars valour hath oerthrown Antony, But Antonys hath triumphed on itself. CLEOPATRA. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony, but woe tis so! ANTONY. I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014888 | dying, Egypt, dying. Only I here importune death awhile until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips. CLEOPATRA. I dare not, dear Dear my lord, pardon. I dare not, Lest I be taken. Not th imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooched with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014889 | 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 womenwe must draw thee up. Assist, good friends. ANTONY. O, quick, or I am gone. CLEOPATRA. Heres sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness; That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014890 | makes the weight. Had I great Junos power, The strong-winged Mercury should fetch thee up And set thee by Joves side. Yet come a little; Wishers were ever fools. O come, come come, [_They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra._] And welcome, welcome! Die where thou hast lived; Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014891 | out. ALL. A heavy sight! ANTONY. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. CLEOPATRA. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence. ANTONY. One word, sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O! CLEOPATRA. They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014892 | do not go together. ANTONY. Gentle, hear me. None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. CLEOPATRA. My resolution and my hands Ill trust; None about Caesar. ANTONY. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I lived the greatest prince o th world, The noblest; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014893 | and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman; a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going; I can no more. CLEOPATRA. Noblest of men, woot die? Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014894 | O, see, my women, [_ Antony dies._] The crown o th earth doth melt.My lord! O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldiers 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. [_Faints._] CHARMIAN. O, quietness, lady! IRAS. She is dead | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014895 | too, our sovereign. CHARMIAN. Lady! IRAS. Madam! CHARMIAN. O madam, madam, madam! IRAS. Royal Egypt, Empress! CHARMIAN. Peace, peace, Iras! CLEOPATRA. No more but een a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods, To tell them that this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014896 | world did equal theirs Till they had stolen our jewel. Alls but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog thats 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! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014897 | Look, Our lamp is spent, its out! Good sirs, take heart. Well bury him; and then, whats brave, whats noble, Lets 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014898 | [_Exeunt, bearing off Antonys body._] ACT V SCENE I. Caesars Camp before Alexandria. Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Maecenas, Gallus, Proculeius with his council of war. CAESAR. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield. Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks The pauses that he makes. DOLABELLA. Caesar, I shall. [_Exit._] Enter Dercetus with the sword of Antony. CAESAR. Wherefore is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014899 | that? And what art thou that darst Appear thus to us? DERCETUS. I am called Dercetus. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
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