Agr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit AGRIPPA. Cas. The time of universal peace is near : Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.

Is come into the field.

Cæs.

Antony

Go, charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR and his Train. 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 so sorely, That I will joy no more.

SCENE VIII.

Alarum.

I will reward thee

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

Under the Walls of Alexandria.

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 escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty 5-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clasp 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.

O infinite virtue! com'st 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 deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand; Bear our hack'd 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 day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. — Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tambourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds
together,
Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

serves

No more a soldier: — bruis'd pieces, go; You have been nobly borne. From me a while. [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
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done.
Eros! Stay for me:
Eros! - I come, my queen : -
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,

Come, Eros, Eros!

Re-enter EROS. Eros. What would my lord? Ant.

And all the haunt be ours. —

Ay, noble lord.

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

Since Cleopatra died,

I have liv'd 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

Eros.

It does, my lord.

Ant. 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, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't A million more, now lost, she, Eros, has 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!

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 come;
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdued

To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?

Eros.
I would not see't.
Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be

cur'd.

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, swor'st thou not
then

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. 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.

Ant.

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 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! O, despatch me.

Enter DERCETAS and Guard.

1 Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends: O, make an end

Of what I have begun.

Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumphed 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 awhile, 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 5, 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 6 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. 4 Ornamented. 5 Sedate determination.

• Revive.