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MARK ANTONY: Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

EROS: Ay, noble lord.

MARK ANTONY: Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
	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
	these signs;
	They are black vesper's pageants.

EROS: Ay, my lord,

MARK ANTONY: 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.

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?


MARK ANTONY: Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
	And we must sleep.


	That thou depart'st hence safe,
	Does pay thy labour richly; go.


		         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?

	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.


	[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?


EROS: Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
	Of Antony's death.

	[Kills himself]

MARK ANTONY:                   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 dead? not dead?
	The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!

	[Enter DERCETAS and Guard]

First Guard: What's the noise?

MARK ANTONY: I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
	Of what I have begun.

Second Guard: 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.

	[Exeunt Guard]

DERCETAS: Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
	This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
	Shall enter me with him.


DIOMEDES: Where's Antony?

DERCETAS:                   There, Diomed there.

DIOMEDES: Lives he?
	Wilt thou not answer, man?


MARK ANTONY: Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
	Sufficing strokes for death.

DIOMEDES: Most absolute lord,
	My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

MARK ANTONY: When did she send thee?

DIOMEDES: Now, my lord.

MARK ANTONY: Where is she?

DIOMEDES: Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
	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.

MARK ANTONY: Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.

DIOMEDES: What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
	Come, your lord calls!

	[Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY]

MARK ANTONY: Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
	'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

First Guard: Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
	All your true followers out.

All: 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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