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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. |
ANTONY. O, quick, or I am gone. |
CLEOPATRA. 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, |
[They heave ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA] |
And welcome, welcome! Die where thou hast liv'd. |
Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power, |
Thus would I wear them 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, |
Provok'd by my offence. |
ANTONY. One word, sweet queen: |
Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O! |
CLEOPATRA. They do not go together. |
ANTONY. Gentle, hear me: |
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. |
CLEOPATRA. My resolution and my hands I'll 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 liv'd the greatest prince o' th' world, |
The noblest; and do now not basely die, |
Not 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. |
CLEOPATRA. 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 sty? O, see, my women, [Antony dies] |
The crown o' th' earth doth melt. My lord! |
O, wither'd is the garland of the war, |
The soldier's pole is fall'n! Young boys and girls |
Are level now with men. The odds is gone, |
And there is nothing left remarkable |
Beneath the visiting moon. [Swoons] |
CHARMIAN. O, quietness, lady! |
IRAS. She's dead too, our sovereign. |
CHARMIAN. Lady! |
IRAS. Madam! |
CHARMIAN. O madam, madam, madam! |
IRAS. Royal Egypt, Empress! |
CHARMIAN. Peace, peace, Iras! |
CLEOPATRA. No more but e'en 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 world did equal theirs |
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but nought; |
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. |
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 hearing off ANTONY'S body |
ACT_5|SC_1 |
ACT V. SCENE I. |
Alexandria. CAESAR'S camp |
Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MAECENAS, GALLUS, |
PROCULEIUS, and others, 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 DERCETAS With the sword of ANTONY |
CAESAR. Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st |
Appear thus to us? |
DERCETAS. 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 |
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