Ant.
All's lost! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd me!
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd 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 reveng'd upon my Charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.
&wlquo;Oh, Sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
&wlquo;Fortune and Antony part here, even here
&wlquo;Do we shake hands—all come to this!—^{6 note}

&wlquo;Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
&wlquo;On blossoming Cæsar: and this pine is bark'd,&wrquo;
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh, this false soul of Ægypt! this gay Charm,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipsie, hath at fast and loose
Beguil'd me ^{8 note}to the very heart of loss.
What Eros! Eros! Enter Cleopatra.
Ah! thou spell! avant.—

Cleo.
Why is my Lord enrag'd 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 the shouting Plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex. ^{9 note}

^{1 note}With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thour't gone; [Exit Cleopatra.
If it be well to live. But better 'twere,
Thou fell'st into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor; thy rage
^{2 note}(a) ^note Led thee lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with those hands that graspt the heaviest club,
Subdue (b) ^notethy worthiest self. The Witch shall die;
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under his plot: she dies for't. Eros, hoa! [Exit. Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.

Cleo.
Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so imbost.

Char.
To th' Monument,
There lock your self, and send him word you're dead:
&wlquo;The soul and body rive not more in parting,
&wlquo;Than Greatness going off.&wrquo;

Cleo.
To th' Monument:
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was Antony;
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death. To th' Monument. [Exeunt.

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