Ant.
Yet they are ^note not join'd: where yond ^note pine does stand ^note,
I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go. ^note [Exit.

Scar.
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers ^note
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 ^note afar off, as at a sea-fight.

^noteRe-enter ^note Antony.

Ant.
All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me ^note:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd ^note 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 ^note,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone. [Exit Scarus. ^note
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here
Do we shake hands. ^note All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd ^note me at heels ^note, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy ^note, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd ^note,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.
O ^note this false soul ^note of Egypt! this grave ^note charm ^note,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right ^note gipsy 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 ^note the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex: most ^note monster-like, be shown ^note
For ^note poor'st diminutives, for doits ^note; and let
Patient ^note Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra.
'Tis well thou'rt ^note gone, ^note
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into ^note 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 ^note lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon,
And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club
Subdue my ^note worthiest self ^note. The witch shall die:
To the young ^note Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this ^note plot: she dies for't. Eros, ho! [Exit.

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