|Antony and Cleopatra
| Antony and Cleopatra
| Act 4, Scene 14
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Enter MARK ANTONY and EROSMARK ANTONY
Eros, thou yet behold'st me?EROS
Ay, noble lord.MARK ANTONY
Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;EROS
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd 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
They are black vesper's pageants.
Ay, my lord,MARK ANTONY
That which is now a horse, even with a thoughtEROS
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
It does, my lord.MARK ANTONY
My good knave Eros, now thy captain isMARDIAN
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 MARDIANO! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
No, Antony;MARK ANTONY
My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.
Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!MARDIAN
She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
Death of one person can be paid but once,MARK ANTONY
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.
Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,EROS
And we must sleep.
To MARDIANThat thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go.
Exit MARDIANOff, 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 EROSI 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!
What would my lord?MARK ANTONY
Since Cleopatra died,EROS
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.
The gods withhold me!MARK ANTONY
Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
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?
I would not see't.MARK ANTONY
Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured.EROS
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.
O, sir, pardon me!MARK ANTONY
When I did make thee free, sworest thou not thenEROS
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
Turn from me, then, that noble countenance,MARK ANTONY
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Turning from him
My sword is drawn.MARK ANTONY
Then let it do at onceEROS
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
My dear master,MARK ANTONY
My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
'Tis said, man; and farewell.EROS
Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?MARK ANTONY
Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrowMARK ANTONY
Of Antony's death.
Thrice-nobler than myself!First Guard
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 swordI learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
Enter DERCETAS and Guard
What's the noise?MARK ANTONY
I have done my work in, friends: O, make an endSecond Guard
Of what I have begun.
The star is fall'n.First Guard
And time is at his period.All
Alas, and woe!MARK ANTONY
Let him that loves me strike me dead.First Guard
Not I.Second Guard
Nor I.Third Guard
Nor any one.DERCETAS
Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.DIOMEDES
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.
There, Diomed there.DIOMEDES
Lives he?MARK ANTONY
Wilt thou not answer, man?
Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give meDIOMEDES
Sufficing strokes for death.
Most absolute lord,MARK ANTONY
My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
When did she send thee?DIOMEDES
Now, my lord.MARK ANTONY
Where is she?DIOMEDES
Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fearMARK ANTONY
Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw--
Which never shall be found--you 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 I am come,
I dread, too late.
Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.DIOMEDES
What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!MARK ANTONY
Come, your lord calls!
Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY
Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;First Guard
'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wearAll
All your true followers out.
Most heavy day!MARK 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: carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.
Exeunt, bearing MARK ANTONY
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