Cle.
O Charmian, I will never go from hence.

Cha.
Be comforted, dear madam.

Cle.
No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great Enter Diomede.
As that which makes it.—How now? is he dead?

Dio.
His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out
O' the other side your monument,—But see,
His guard have brought him hither. ^note Enter Antony, born by the Guard.

Cle.
O sun, sun,
Burn the great sphere14Q1127 thou mov'st in! darkling stand
The varying shore o'the world!—O Antony,
Antony, Antony!—Charmian, help; help, Iras;
Help, friends ^note below; let's draw him hither.

Ant.
Peace:
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'er-thrown Antony,
But Antony's hath ^note triumph'd on itself.

Cle.
So it should be, that none but Antony

Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

Ant.
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only yet
I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips: Come down.

Cle.
I dare not,
(Dear, dear my lord, your pardon that I dare not)
Lest I be taken: not the imperious shew
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knives, ^note drugs, serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.—But come, come, Antony,—
Help me, my women,—we must draw thee up;—
Assist, good friends. [Cleopatra, and her Women, throw out certain Tackle, into which the People below put Antony, and he is drawn up.

Ant.
O, quick, or I am gone.

Cle.
Here's sport, indeed! How heavy weighs my lord?
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power,
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,—
Wishers were ever fools;—o, come, come, come;
And welcome, welcome! dye, where thou ^note hast liv'd:
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I † wear them out.

all.
A heavy ^note sight!

Ant.
I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Cle.
No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,

That the false huswife fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

Ant.
One word, sweet queen:
Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety. O!

Cle.
They do not go together.

Ant.
Gentle, hear me:
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Cle.
My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust,
None about Cæsar.

Ant.
The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd; the greatest prince o'the world,
The noblest: and do now not basely dye,
Not cowardly14Q1128 put off my helmet; to
My countryman, a Roman by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going,
I can no more. [sinks.

Cle.
Noblest of men, wou't dye?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty?—O, see, my women, [Ant. dies.
The crown o' the earth doth melt:—My lord!—
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.

Cha.
O, quietness, lady. [Cleopatra swoons.

Ira.
She is dead too, our sovereign.

Cha.
Lady,—

Ira.
Madam,—

Cha.
O madam, madam, madam!

Ira.
Royal Egypt!
Empress!

Cha.
Peace, peace, Iras. [seeing her recover.

Cle.
No more but e'en a ^note woman; and commanded
By such poor passion ^note, as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares. It were for me,
To throw my scepter at the injurious gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
'Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin,
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?—How do you, women?
What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?
My noble girls!—Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out:—Good sirs, take heart:—
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble ^note,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end. [Exeunt; those above bearing off the Body.

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