1 Guard.
What's the noise?

Ant.
I've done my work ill, friends:
O, make an end of what I have begun.

2 Guard.
The star is faln.

1 Guard.
And time is at his period!

All.
Alas, and woe!

Ant.
Let him, that loves me, strike me dead.

1 Guard.
Not I.

2 Guard.
Nor I.

3 Guard.
Nor any one. [Exeunt.

Der.
Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.

This sword but shewn to Cæsar, with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes.

Dio.
Where's Antony?

Der.
There, Diomed, there.

Dio.
Lives he? wilt thou not answer, ma ?

Ant.
Art thou there, Diomed? draw thy sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.

Dio.
Most absolute Lord,
My Mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

Ant.
When did she send thee?

Dio.
Now, my Lord.

Ant.
Where is she?

Dio.
Lockt 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 dispos'd with Cæsar; and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, she sent 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.

Ant.
Too late, good Diomed; call my Guard, I pr'ythee.

Dio.
What, ho! the Emperor's Guard. The Guard, What, hoa!
Come, your Lord calls. Enter the Guard.

Ant.
Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides
'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

Guard.
Woe are we, Sir! you may not live to wear
All your true follow'rs out.

All.
Most heavy day!

Ant.
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 Antony.

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