Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though gray Do something mingle with our younger 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 favoring hand;Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroyed in such a shape.

Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend,
An armor all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' 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 day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

SCENE IX. Cæsar's Camp.

[Exeunt.

Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard. The night Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

2 Sold.

A shrewd one to us.

Eno.

This last day was

O, bear me witness, night,

Stand close, and list him.

3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent!

1 Sold.

3 Sold.

Hark further.

Enobarbus!

Peace;

Eno. 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 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!

2 Sold.

To him.

Let's speak

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar.

3 Sold.

Let's do so. But he sleeps.

[Dies.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep.

2 Sold.

Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us.

2 Sold.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark, the

drums

Hear you, sir?

[Drums afar off.

Our hour

[Exeunt, with the body.

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note.

Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on, then ;

He may recover yet.

SCENE X. Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;

We please them not by land.

Scar.

For both, my lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot

Upon the hills adjoining to the city,

Shall stay with us. Order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven. Let's seek a spot,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavor.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR and his Forces, marching.
Cæs. But being charged, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force

Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Yet they're not joined. Where yonder pine does

stand,

I shall discover all; I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar.

[Exit.

Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's sails their nests; the augures

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, and fear,'
Of what he has, and has not.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. Re-enter ANTONY.
All is lost;

Ant.

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.-Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all.-Bid them all fly, begone.

[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 wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is barked,
That overtopped them all. Betrayed 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 the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.
Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love?
Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæsar's 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 monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEO.] 'Tis well thou'rt

gone,

If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
Teach me,

Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.

Let me dodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
And with those hands, that grasped the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The which shall die;
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for't.-Eros, ho!

[Exit.

SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAM, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.

Char.

To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting,

Than greatness going off.

Cleo.
To the monument :-
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence,
Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.-
To the monument.

"

SCENE XII. The same.

[Exeunt.

Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ay, noble lord.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

Eros.

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;

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

A towered citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain or blue promontory

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.

Eros.

Ay, my lord.

Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water.

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 annexed unto't
A million more, now lost, she, Eros, has

Packed cards with Cæsar, and false played my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady!

Enter MARDIAN.

She has robbed me of my sword.

No, Antony;

Mar.
My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled

With thine entirely.

Ant.

Hence, saucy eunuch; peace;

She hath betrayed me, and shall die the death.

Mar. 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 of a tearing groan did break

The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips.

Thy name so buried in her.

Ant.

Mar.

She rendered life,

Dead, then?

Dead.

Ant. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep. That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labor richly; go.-Off, pluck off;—
[Exit MARDIAN.

The sevenfold 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.—