Antony and Cleopatra ACT I SCENE I.Alexandria.A room in CLEOPATRA's palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO PHILO Nay,but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure:those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars,now bend,now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front:his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast,reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. Flourish.Enter ANTONY,CLEOPATRA,her Ladies,the Train,with Eunuchs fanning her Look,where they come: Take but good note,and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool:behold and see. CLEOPATRA If it be love indeed,tell me how much. MARK ANTONY There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. CLEOPATRA I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. MARK ANTONY Then must thou needs find out new heaven,new earth. Enter an Attendant Attendant News,my good lord,from Rome. MARK ANTONY Grates me:the sum CLEOPATRA Nay,hear them,Antony: Fulvia perchance is angry;or,who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you,'Do this,or this; Take in that kingdom,and enfranchise that; Perform't,or else we damn thee.' MARK ANTONY How,my love！
Antony and Cleopatra ACT I SCENE I. Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO PHILO Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her Look, where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him. The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. CLEOPATRA If it be love indeed, tell me how much. MARK ANTONY There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. CLEOPATRA I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. MARK ANTONY Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant Attendant News, my good lord, from Rome. MARK ANTONY Grates me: the sum. CLEOPATRA Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform 't, or else we damn thee.' MARK ANTONY How, my love!
CLEOPATRA Perchance!nay,and most like: You must not stay here longer,your dismission Is come from Caesar;therefore hear it,Antony. Where's Fulvia's process?Caesar's I would say?both? Call in the messengers.As I am Egypt's queen. Thou blushest,Antony;and that blood of thine Is Caesar's homager:else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds.The messengers! MARK ANTONY Let Rome in Tiber melt,and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall!Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay:our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man:the nobleness of life Is to do thus;when such a mutual pair Embracing And such a twain can do't,in which I bind. On pain of punishment,the world to weet We stand up peerless. CLEOPATRA Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia,and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not;Antony Will be himself. MARK ANTONY But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now,for the love of Love and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now.What sport tonight? CLEOPATRA Hear the ambassadors. MARK ANTONY Fie,wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes,to chide,to laugh, To weep;whose every passion fully strives To make itself,in thee,fair and admired! No messenger,but thine;and all alone To-night we'll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people.Come,my queen; Last night you did desire it:speak not to us. Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with their train DEMETRIUS Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
CLEOPATRA Perchance! nay, and most like: You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers! MARK ANTONY Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair Embracing And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless. CLEOPATRA Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Will be himself. MARK ANTONY But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight? CLEOPATRA Hear the ambassadors. MARK ANTONY Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! No messenger, but thine; and all alone To-night we'll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it: speak not to us. Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with their train DEMETRIUS Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
PHILO Sir,sometimes,when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. DEMETRIUS I am full sorry That he approves the common liar,who Thus speaks of him at Rome:but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow.Rest you happy! Exeunt SCENE II.The same.Another room. Enter CLEOPATRA CLEOPATRA Saw you my lord? DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS No,lady. CLEOPATRA Was he not here? CHARMIAN No,madam. CLEOPATRA He was disposed to mirth;but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.Enobarbus! DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Madam? CLEOPATRA Seek him,and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? ALEXAS Here,at your service.My lord approaches. CLEOPATRA We will not look upon him:go with us. Exeunt Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants Messenger Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. MARK ANTONY Against my brother Lucius? Messenger Ay: But soon that war had end,and the time's state Made friends of them,joining their force 'gainst Caesar; Whose better issue in the war,from Italy, Upon the first encounter,drave them
PHILO Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. DEMETRIUS I am full sorry That he approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! Exeunt SCENE II. The same. Another room. Enter CLEOPATRA CLEOPATRA Saw you my lord? DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS No, lady. CLEOPATRA Was he not here? CHARMIAN No, madam. CLEOPATRA He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus! DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Madam? CLEOPATRA Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? ALEXAS Here, at your service. My lord approaches. CLEOPATRA We will not look upon him: go with us. Exeunt Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants Messenger Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. MARK ANTONY Against my brother Lucius? Messenger Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar; Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Upon the first encounter, drave them
MARK ANTONY Well,what worst? Messenger The nature of bad news infects the teller. MARK ANTONY When it concerns the fool or coward.On: Things that are past are done with me."Tis thus: Who tells me true,though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd. Messenger Labienus-- This is stiff news--hath,with his Parthian force, Extended Asia from Euphrates; His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia and to Ionia;Whilst-- MARK ANTONY Antony,thou wouldst say,-- Messenger O,my lord! MARK ANTONY Speak to me home,mince not the general tongue: Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase;and taunt my faults With such full licence as both truth and malice Have power to utter.O,then we bring forth weeds, When our quick minds lie still;and our ills told us Is as our earing.Fare thee well awhile. Messenger At your noble pleasure. Exit MARK ANTONY From Sicyon,ho,the news!Speak there! First Attendant The man from Sicyon,--is there such an one? Second Attendant He stays upon your will. MARK ANTONY Let him appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage. Enter another Messenger What are you? Second Messenger Fulvia thy wife is dead
MARK ANTONY Well, what worst? Messenger The nature of bad news infects the teller. MARK ANTONY When it concerns the fool or coward. On: Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus: Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd. Messenger Labienus-- This is stiff news--hath, with his Parthian force, Extended Asia from Euphrates; His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia and to Ionia; Whilst-- MARK ANTONY Antony, thou wouldst say,-- Messenger O, my lord! MARK ANTONY Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue: Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults With such full licence as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile. Messenger At your noble pleasure. Exit MARK ANTONY From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there! First Attendant The man from Sicyon,--is there such an one? Second Attendant He stays upon your will. MARK ANTONY Let him appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage. Enter another Messenger What are you? Second Messenger Fulvia thy wife is dead
MARK ANTONY Where died she? Second Messenger In Sicyon: Her length of sickness,with what else more serious Importeth thee to know,this bears. Gives a letter MARK ANTONY Forbear me. Exit Second Messenger There's a great spirit gone!Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again;the present pleasure, By revolution lowering,does become The opposite of itself:she's good,being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off: Ten thousand harms,more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch.How now!Enobarbus! Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's your pleasure,sir? MARK ANTONY I must with haste from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why,then,we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure,death's the word. MARK ANTONY I must be gone. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Under a compelling occasion,let women die;it were pity to cast them away for nothing;though,between them and a great cause,they should be esteemed nothing.Cleopatra,catching but the least noise of this,dies instantly;I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment:I do think there is mettle in death,which commits some loving act upon her,she hath such a celerity in dying. MARK ANTONY She is cunning past man's thought. Exit ALEXAS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
MARK ANTONY Where died she? Second Messenger In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. Gives a letter MARK ANTONY Forbear me. Exit Second Messenger There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off: Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus! Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's your pleasure, sir? MARK ANTONY I must with haste from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. MARK ANTONY I must be gone. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. MARK ANTONY She is cunning past man's thought. Exit ALEXAS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Alack,sir,no;her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love:we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears;they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report:this cannot be cunning in her;if it be,she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove MARK ANTONY Would I had never seen her. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O,sir,you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work;which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel. MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Sir? MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Fulvia! MARK ANTONY Dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why,sir,give the gods a thankful sacrifice.When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him,it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein,that when old robes are worn out,there are members to make new.If there were no more women but Fulvia,then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented:this grief is crowned with consolation;your old smock brings forth a new petticoat:and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. MARK ANTONY The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And the business you have broached here cannot be without you;especially that of Cleopatra's,which wholly depends on your abode. MARK ANTONY No more light answers.Let our officers Have notice what we purpose.I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. MARK ANTONY Would I had never seen her. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel. MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Sir? MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Fulvia! MARK ANTONY Dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. MARK ANTONY The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. MARK ANTONY No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen
And get her leave to part.For not alone The death of Fulvia,with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us;but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home:Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar,and commands The empire of the sea:our slippery people, Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past,begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son;who,high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life,stands up For the main soldier:whose quality,going on, The sides o'the world may danger:much is breeding, Which,like the courser's hair,hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison.Say,our pleasure, To such whose place is under us,requires Our quick remove from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I shall do't. Exeunt ACT IV SCENE XIV.The same.Another room. MARK 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 whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't A million more,now lost,--she,Eros,has Pack'd cards with Caesar,and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph Nay,weep not,gentle Eros;there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves Enter MARDIAN O！thy vile lady！ She has robb'd me of my sword. MARDIAN No,Antony; My mistress loved thee,and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. MARK ANTONY
And get her leave to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands The empire of the sea: our slippery people, Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I shall do't. Exeunt ACT IV SCENE XIV. The same. Another room. MARK 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 whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. Enter MARDIAN O! thy vile lady! She has robb'd me of my sword. MARDIAN No, Antony; My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. MARK ANTONY
Hence,saucy eunuch;peace! She hath betray'd 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 did break The name of Antony;it was divided Between her heart and lips:she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her. MARK ANTONY Dead,then? MARDIAN Dead. MARK ANTONY Unarm,Eros;the long day's task is done, And we must sleep. To MARDIAN That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly;go. Exit MARDIAN Off,pluck off: 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 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,we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her AEneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.Come,Eros,Eros! Re-enter EROS EROS What would my lord?
Hence, saucy eunuch; peace! She hath betray'd 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 did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her. MARK ANTONY Dead, then? MARDIAN Dead. MARK ANTONY Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep. To MARDIAN That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go. Exit MARDIAN Off, pluck off: 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 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, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her AEneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros! Re-enter EROS EROS What would my lord?
MARK ANTONY 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 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 The inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror,that,on my command, Thou then wouldst kill me:do't;the time is come: Thou strikest not me,'tis Caesar thou defeat'st. 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? MARK ANTONY Eros, 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 Caesar,drawn before him,branded His baseness that ensued? EROS I would not see't. MARK 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! MARK ANTONY 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
MARK ANTONY 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 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 The inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come: Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st. 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? MARK ANTONY Eros, 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 Caesar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued? EROS I would not see't. MARK 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! MARK ANTONY 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
MARK ANTONY Lo thee！ Turning from him EROS My sword is drawn. MARK ANTONY 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. MARK ANTONY "Tis said,man;and farewell. EROS Farewell,great chief.Shall I strike now? MARK ANTONY Now,Eros EROS Why,there then:thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. Kills himself SCENE XV.The same.A monument. CLEOPATRA O sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand The varying shore o'the world.O Antony, Antony,Antony!Help,Charmian,help,Iras,help; Help,friends below;let's draw him hither. MARK ANTONY Peace！ Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself. CLEOPATRA So it should be,that none but Antony Should conquer Antony;but woe 'tis so! MARK ANTONY I am dying,Egypt,dying;only I here importune death awhile,until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay up thy lips CLEOPATRA
MARK ANTONY Lo thee! Turning from him EROS My sword is drawn. MARK ANTONY 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. MARK ANTONY 'Tis said, man; and farewell. EROS Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? MARK ANTONY Now, Eros. EROS Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. Kills himself SCENE XV. The same. A monument. CLEOPATRA O sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand The varying shore o' the world. O Antony, Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither. MARK ANTONY Peace! Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself. CLEOPATRA So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay up thy lips. CLEOPATRA