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4.5 Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros, meeting a Soldier

SOLDIER

The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

ANTONY

Would thou and those thy scars had once prevailed

To make me fight at land!

SOLDIER

Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier

That has this morning left thee, would have still

Followed thy heels.

ANTONY

Who’s gone this morning?

SOLDIER

Who? One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar’s camp

Say ‘I am none of thine’.

ANTONY

What sayest thou?

SOLDIER

Sir, he is with Caesar.

EROS (to Antony)

Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

ANTONY

Is he gone?

SOLDIER

Most certain.

ANTONY

Go, Eros, send his treasure after. Do it.

Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him—

I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings.

Say that I wish he never find more cause 15

To change a master. O, my fortunes have

Corrupted honest men! Dispatch. Enobarbus!

Exeunt

4.6 Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, witih Enobarbus and Dolabella

CAESAR

Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.

Our will is Antony be took alive.

Make it so known.

AGRIPPA

Caesar, I shall.

Exit

CAESAR

The time of universal peace is near.

Prove this a prosp’rous day, the three-nooked world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER

Antony

Is come into the field.

CAESAR

Go charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van,

That Antony may seem to spend his fury

Upon himself. 10

Exeunt Messenger ⌈at one door⌉, Caesar and Dolabella ⌈at another⌉

ENOBARBUS

Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on

Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade

Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar

And leave his master, Antony. For this pains,

Caesar hath hanged him. Camidius and the rest 15

That fell away have entertainment but

No honourable trust. I have done ill,

Of which I do accuse myself so sorely

That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Caesar’s

SOLDIER

Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with

His bounty overplus. The messenger

Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now

Unloading of his mules.

ENOBARBUS I give it you.

SOLDIER

Mock not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer

Out of the host. I must attend mine office,

Or would have done’t myself. Your Emperor

Continues still a Jove.

Exit

ENOBARBUS

I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid

My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart.

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do‘t, I feel.

I fight against thee? No, I will go seek

Some ditch wherein to die. The foul’st best fits

My latter part of life.

Exit

4.7 Alarum. Enter Agrippa ⌈with drummers and trumpeters⌉

AGRIPPA

Retire! We have engaged our selves too far.

Caesar himself has work, and our oppression

Exceeds what we expected.

Exeunt

4.8 Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded

SCARUS

O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had droven them home

With clouts about their heads.

ANTONY

Thou bleed’st apace.

SCARUS

I had a wound here that was like a T,

But now ’tis made an H.

Retreat sounded far off

ANTONY

They do retire.

SCARUS

We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet

Room for six scotches more.

Enter Eros

EROS

They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

SCARUS

Let us score their backs

And snatch ‘em up as we take hares, behind.

’Tis sport to maul a runner.

ANTONY (to Eros)

I will reward thee

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

SCARUS

I’ll halt after.

Exeunt

4.9 Alarum. Enter Antony again in a march; drummers and trumpeters; Scarus, with others

ANTONY

We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,

And let the Queen know of our gests.

⌈Exit a soldier⌉

Tomorrow,

Before the sun shall see’s, we’ll spill the blood

That has today escaped. I thank you all,

For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

Not as you served the cause, but as’t had been

Each man’s like mine. You have shown all Hectors.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

Tell them your feats whilst they with joyful tears

Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss

The honoured gashes whole.

Enter Cleopatra

(To Scarus)

Give me thy hand.

To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee.

(To Cleopatra, embracing her) O’thou day o’th’ world,

Chain mine armed neck; leap thou, attire and all,

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there

Ride on the pants triumphing.

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from

The world’s great snare uncaught?

ANTONY

My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though

grey

Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet

ha’ we

A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man.

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;

Kiss it, my warrior.

Scarus kisses Cleopatra’s hand

He hath fought today

As if a god, in hate of mankind, had

Destroyed in such a shape.

CLEOPATRA

I’ll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold. It was a king’s.

ANTONY

He has deserved it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand.

Through Alexandria make a jolly march.

Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.

Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together

And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,

Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,

With brazen din blast you the city’s ear;

Make mingle with our rattling taborins,

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds

together,

Applauding our approach.

Trumpets sound. Exeunt

4.10 Enter a Sentry and his company; Enobarbus follows

SENTRY

If we be not relieved within this hour

We must return to th’ court of guard. The night

Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle

By th’ second hour i’th’ morn.

FIRST WATCH

This last day was

A shrewd one to’s.

ENOBARBUS

O bear me witness, night—

SECOND WATCH

What man is this?

FIRST WATCH

Stand close, and list him.

ENOBARBUS

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent.

SENTRY

Enobarbus?

SECOND WATCH

Peace; hark further.

ENOBARBUS

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,

The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,

That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart

Against the flint and hardness of my fault,

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular,

But let the world rank me in register

A master-leaver and a fugitive.

O Antony! O Antony!

He dies

FIRST WATCH Let’s speak to him.

SENTRY

Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks

May concern Caesar.

SECOND WATCH

Let’s do so. But he sleeps.

SENTRY

Swoons, rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for sleep.

FIRST WATCH

Go we to him.

SECOND WATCH

Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.

FIRST WATCH

Hear you, sir?

SENTRY

The hand of death hath raught him.

Drums afar off

Hark, the drums

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To th’ court of guard; he is of note. Our hour

Is fully out.

SECOND WATCH

Come on, then. He may recover yet.

Exeunt with the body

4.11 Enter Antony and Scarus with their army

ANTONY

Their preparation is today by sea;

We please them not by land.

SCARUS

For both, my lord.

ANTONY

I would they’d fight i‘th’ fire or i’th’ air;

We’d fight there too. But this it is: our foot

Upon the hills adjoining to the city

Shall stay with us. Order for sea is given.

They have put forth the haven—

Where their appointment we may best discover,

And look on their endeavour.

Exeunt

4.12 Enter Caesar and his army

CAESAR

But being charged, we will be still by land—

Which, as I take’t, we shall, for his best force

Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,

And hold our best advantage.

Exeunt

4.13 ⌈Alarum afar off, as at a sea fight.⌉ Enter Antony and Scarus

ANTONY

Yet they are not joined. Where yon pine does stand

I shall discover all. I’ll bring thee word

Straight how ’tis like to go.

Exit

SCARUS

Swallows have built

In Cleopatra’s sails their nests. The augurs

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.

Enter Antony

ANTONY

All is lost.

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.

My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder

They cast their caps up, and carouse together

Like friends long lost. Triple-turned 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,

I have done all. Bid them all fly. Be gone.

⌈Exit Scarus⌉

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.

Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts

That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave

Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is barked

That overtopped them all. Betrayed I am.

O this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,

Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

Like a right gipsy hath at fast and loose

Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.

What, Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

CLEOPATRA

Why is my lord enraged against his love?

ANTONY

Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving

And blemish Caesar’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; most monster-like be shown

For poor’st diminutives, for dolts, and let

Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

With her prepared nails.

Exit Cleopatra

’Tis well thou’rt gone,

If it be well to live. But better ’twere

Thou fell’st into 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 lodge Lichas on the horns o’th’ moon,

And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.

To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall

Under this plot. She dies for’t. Eros, ho!

Exit

4.14 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian

CLEOPATRA

Help me, my women! O, he’s more mad

Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly

Was never so embossed.

CHARMIAN

To th’ monument!

There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.

The soul and body rive not more in parting

Than greatness going off.

CLEOPATRA

To th’ monument!

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself.

Say that the last I spoke was ‘Antony’,

And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,

And bring me how he takes my death. To th’

monument!

Exeunt

4.15 Enter Antony and Eros

ANTONY

Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

EROS

Ay, noble lord.

ANTONY

Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,

A towered 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.

ANTONY

That which is now a horse even with a thought

The rack distains, and makes it indistinct

As water is in water.

EROS

It does, my lord.

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 annexed unto’t

A million more, now lost—she, Eros, has

Packed cards with Caesar, and false-played 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 robbed me of my sword!

MARDIAN

No, Antony,

My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled

With thine entirely.

ANTONY

Hence, saucy eunuch, peace!

She hath betrayed 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 rendered life,

Thy name so buried in her.

ANTONY

Dead, then?

MARDIAN

Dead.

ANTONY

Unarm, Eros. The long day’s task is done,

And we must sleep. (To Mardian) That thou depart’st

hence safe

Does pay thy labour richly. Go.

Exit Mardian

Off, pluck off.

Eros helps Antony to unarm

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 a while.

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!

Enter Eros

EROS

What would my lord?

ANTONY

Since Cleopatra died

I have lived in such dishonour that the gods

Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword

Quartered 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

Th’inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror—that on my command

Thou then wouldst kill me. Do’t. The time is come.

Thou strik‘st 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?

ANTONY

Eros,

Wouldst thou be windowed in great Rome and see

Thy master thus with pleached arms, bending down

His corrigible neck, his face subdued

To penetrative shame, whilst the wheeled seat

Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded

His baseness that ensued?

EROS

I would not see’t.

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! 80

ANTONY

When I did make thee free, swor’st 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.

ANTONY (turning away) Lo thee!

EROS

My sword is drawn.

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.

ANTONY ’Tis said, man; and farewell.

EROS

Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?

ANTONY

Now, Eros.

⌈Eros stabs himself⌉

EROS

Why, there then, thus I do escape the sorrow

Of Antony’s death.

He dies

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

I learned of thee.

He stabs himself

How, not dead? Not dead?

The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!

Enter a guard ⌈and Decretas⌉

FIRST GUARD

What’s the noise?

ANTONY

I have done my work ill, 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 THE GUARDS

Alas

And woe!

ANTONY Let him that loves me strike me dead.

FIRST GUARD

Not I.

SECOND GUARD Nor I.

THIRD GUARD

Nor anyone.

Exeunt the guard

DECRETAS

Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.

He takes Antony’s sword

This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,

Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes

DIOMEDES

Where’s Antony?

DECRETAS

There, Diomed, there.

DIOMEDES

Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?

Exit Decretas

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.

ANTONY

When did she send thee?

DIOMEDES

Now, my lord.

ANTONY Where is she?

DIOMEDES

Locked 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 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.

ANTONY

Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.

DIOMEDES

What ho, the Emperor’s guard! The guard, what hot

Come, your lord calls.

Enter four or five of the guard of Antony

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 THE GUARDS

Most heavy day!

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 Antony ⌈and Eros⌉

4.16 Enter Cleopatra ⌈and her maids aloft⌉, with Charmian and Iras

CLEOPATRA

O Charmian, I will never go from hence.

CHARMIAN

Be comforted, dear madam.

CLEOPATRA

No, I will not.

All strange and terrible events are welcome,

But comforts we despise. Our size of sorrow,

Proportioned to our cause, must be as great

As that which makes it.

Enter Diomedes ⌈below⌉

How now? Is he dead?

DIOMEDES

His death’s upon him, but not dead.

Look out o’th’ other side your monument.

His guard have brought him thither.

Enter below Antony, borne by the guard

CLEOPATRA

O sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov‘st in; darkling stand

The varying shore o’th’ world! O Antony, 11

Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian,

Help, Iras, help, help, friends below!

Let’s draw him hither.

ANTONY

Peace. Not Caesar’s valour

Hath o’erthrown Antony, but Antony’s

Hath triumphed on itself.

CLEOPATRA

So it should be, That none but Antony should conquer Antony.

But woe ’tis so!

ANTONY

I am dying, Egypt, dying. Only

I here importune death awhile until

Of many thousand kisses the poor last

I lay upon thy lips.

CLEOPATRA

I dare not, dear, Dear, my lord, pardon. I dare not,

Lest I be taken. Nor th’imperious show

Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall

Be brooched with me, if knife, 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.

ANTONY

O quick, or I am gone!

CLEOPATRA

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-winged Mercury should fetch thee up

And set thee by Jove’s side. Yet come a little.

Wishers were ever fools. O come, come, come!

They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra

And welcome, welcome! Die when thou hast lived,

Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power,

Thus would I wear them out.

They kiss

ALL THE LOOKERS-ON A heavy sight.

ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

CLEOPATRA

No, let me speak, and let me rail so high

That the false hussy Fortune break her wheel,

Provoked by my offence.

ANTONY

One word, sweet queen.

Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!

CLEOPATRA

They do not go together.

ANTONY

Gentle, hear me.

None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.

CLEOPATRA

My resolution and my hands I’ll trust,

None about Caesar.

ANTONY

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 lived the greatest prince o’th’ world,

The noblest; and do now not basely die,

Not cowardly put off my helmet to

My countryman; a Roman by a Roman

Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going;

I can no more.

CLEOPATRA

Noblest of men, woot die?

Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide

In this dull world, which in thy absence is

No better than a sty?

Antony dies

O see, my women,

The crown o’th’ earth doth melt. My lord!

O, withered 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.

She falls

CHARMIAN O, quietness, lady!

IRAS She’s dead, too, our sovereign.

CHARMIAN

Lady!

IRAS Madam!

CHARMIAN

O, madam, madam, madam!

IRAS

Royal Egypt, Empress!

CHARMIAN

Peace, peace, Iras!

CLEOPATRA (recovering)

No more but e’en a woman, and commanded

By such poor passion as the maid that milks

And does the meanest chores. It were for me

To throw my sceptre 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,

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 Antony’s body