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This foul Egyptian lrath betrayed me :

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, My fieet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder And mock our eyes with air : Thon hast seen these They cast their eaps up, and carouse together

signs ; Like friends long lost-Triple-turn’d whore! 'tis thou | They are black vesper's pageants. Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart


Ay, my lord. Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,

thought, I bave done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.

The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,

[Exit Searus. As water is in water. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:


It does, my lord. Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Do we shake hands.-All come to this !-The hearts Even such a body: here I am Antony; That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave

Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark’d, Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine; That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:

Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
O this false soul of Egypt ! this grave charm, A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, has
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and called them Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory

Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

Ourselves to end ourselves.-0, thy vile lady!
Beguild me to the very heart of loss.-

Enter Mardian.
What, Eros, Eros!
Enter Cleopatra.

She has robb'd me of my sword.

No, Antony;
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.

My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?

With thine entirely. Ant. Vanish ; or I shall give thee thy deserving,


Hence, mucy eunuch ; peace; i And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. And hoist thee up to the shouting Plebeians :

Mar, Death of one person can be paid but once ; Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot

And that she has discharg'd: What thou wouldst do, of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake For poor'st diminutives, to dolts ; and let

Was, Antony! most noble Antony ! Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

Then in the midst a tearing groau did break] With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra.] 'Tis The name of Antony; it was divided well thou'rt gone ;

Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, If it be well to live: But better 'twere

Thy name so buried in her. Thou fellöst into my fury, for one death


Dead then? Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!


Dcad. The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,

Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done, Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage ;

And we must sleep: That thou depart'st hence safe, Let me lodge, Lichas, on the horus o'the moon;

Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off;And with those bands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,

[Exit Mardian.
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die; The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall The battery from my heart. O, cieave, my sides!
Under this plot: she dies for t.--Eros, ho! (Exit. Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,

Crack thy frail case ! -Apace, Eros, apace
SCENE X1.- Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.

No more a soldier :-Bruised pieces, go;

You have been nobly borne.From me a while.Cleo. Help me, my women ! O, he is more mad

[Exit Eros Than Telamon for his shield ; the boar of Thessaly I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Was never so embossid.

Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
To the monument;

All length is torture :-Since the torch is out, There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. Lie down, and stray no further : Now all labour The soul and body rive not more in parting, Mars what it does ; yea, very force entangles Than greatness going off.

Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is done. To the monument: Eros !-I come, my queen :-Eros !-Stay for me: Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;

Where souk do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: . And word it, prythee, piteously: Hence,

Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, Martian ; and bring me how he takes my death. And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!


Re-enter Eros.
SCENE XII.-The same.

Another Room Enter Eros. What would my lord ?
Antony and Eros.


Since Cleopatra died, Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods

Ay, noble lord. Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish ; Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,

With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

The courage of a woman; less noble mind A forked mountain, or blue promontory

Than sbe, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,



To the monunnent.


I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros,

Enter Diomedes.
That, when the exigent should come, (which now Dio. Where's Antony?
Is come, ideed.) when I should see behind me


There, Diomed, there. The inevitable prosecution of


Lives be! Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,

Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit Dercetas. Thou then wouldst kill me: Do't; the time is come: Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.

give me Put colour in the cheek.

Sufficing strokes for death.
The gods withhold me!


Most absolute lords Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,

My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. Though eneiny, lost aim, and could not?

Ant. When did she send thee?


Now, my lord.
Woullst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see

Where is she? Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophe His corrigible neck, his face sublu'd

sying far To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat

of what hath come to pass : for when she say of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded (Which never shall be found,) you did suspect His baseness that ensued ?

She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage Eros. I would not see't.

Would not be purg'll, she sept you word she was dead; Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd.

But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Me to proclaim the truth ; and I am come, Most useful for thy country.

I dread, too late. Eros.

O, sir, pardon me. Ant. Too late, good Diomed: Call my guard, I Ant. When I did make the free, sworist thou not

pr'ythee. then

Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ;

what, ho! Or thy precedent services are all

Come, your lor calls.
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,

Enter some of the Guarda
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; Ant. Lo thee.

[Turning from him. 'Tis the last service that I shall comipand you. Eros. My sword is drawn.

1 Guard, Woe are we, sir, you may not live to star Ant. Then let it do at once

All your true followers out. The thing why thou bast drawn it.


Most heavy day! Eros.

My dear master,

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate My captain, and my emperor! let me say,

To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome Before I strike this blootły stroke, farewell.

Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Ant. 'Tis said, man ;-and farewell.

Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up: Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,

Now, Eros. And bave my thanks for all. [Eacunt, bearing Ant. Eros. Why, there then :-(Falls on lu's sword.] Thus do I escape the sorrow

SCENE XIII.-The same. A Noriument, Erdem or Antony's dcath.


above, Cleopatra, Charmian, and (ras. Ant. Thrice robler than myself!

Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from bence. Thou teachest me, valiant Eros, what

Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Clco.
Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me All strange and terrible events are welcome,
A nobleness in record : But I will be

But comforts we despise ; our size of sorrow
A bridegroom in my death, and run into't

Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great As to a lover's bed. Come then ; and, Eros,

Enter Diomedes. Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus

[Falling on his sword. As that which makes it.- How now ? is he dead? I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead ?

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. The guard !-ho!-O, despatch me.

Look out o'the other side your monument,

His guard have brought him thither.
Enter Dercetas and Guard.

Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
1 Guard.
What's the noise ? Cico.

O thou sun, dni. I lave done my work ill, friends ; 0, make an

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling stand end

The varying shore o'the world !- Antony! Of what I have begun.

Antony, Astony!-Charmian, help; help, Iras; 2 Guard. The star is fallen.

Help, friends below ; let's draw him hither. 1 Guard. And time is at his period.


Peace Alas, and woe!

Not Carear's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dt ad.

But Antony's hath triumplid on itself. i Guard.

Not I. Cleo. So it should be, that pone but Antony 2 Guard. No:I.

Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so! 3 Guaril. Nor any one.

[ Guarch Ant. I am dying. Egypt, d; ing; only Der. Thy dtathi and fortunes bid thy followers tly. I hera importune death a whil, until This sword but shown to Cesar, with this tidlinge, of many thousand kisses the poor last Sball enter me with him.

I lay upon tliy lips. -

No, I will not

I dare net, dear,

Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, (Dear my lord, pardon.) I dare not,

To rush into the secret house of death, Lest I be taken : not the imperious show

Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you, women? of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall

What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charniian? Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have My noble girls !Ah, worden, women! look, Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe :

Our lamp is spent, it's out :-Good sirs, take heart :Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,

(To the Guard below. And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour

We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Demuring upon me.-But come, come', Antony, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
Help me, my women,- we must draw thee up ; And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
Assist, good friends.

This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
O, quick, or I am gone,

Ah, women, women ! come ; we have no friend Cleo. Here's sport, indeed !-How heavy weighs my But resolution, and the briefest end. lord!

[Exeunt ; those above bearing off Antony's body. Our strength is all


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,

ACT V. Wisbers were ever fools :-0, come, comę, come; SCENE 1.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. Enter (They draw Antony up.

Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Gallus, ProcuAnd welcome, welcome ; die, where thou hast livd:

leius, and others.
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

A heavy sight!

GO to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:

Being so frustrate, tell him, he moeks us by Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

The pauses that he makes.

Dol. Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,

Cæsar, I shall. [Erit Dol. That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,

Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Prorok'd by my offence.

Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art chou, that Ant. One word, sweet queen:

dar'st of Cæsar seck your honour, with your safety.-0!

Appear thus to us! Cleo. They do not go together.


I am call'a Dercetas; Ant.

Gentle, hear me: Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust ; He was my master; and I wore my life, None about Cæsar.

To spend upou his haters: If throu please
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,

To take me to thee, as I was to him
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes I yield thee up my life.
Wherein I lir'd, the greatest prince o'the world,


What is't thou say'st? The noblest: and do now not basely die,

Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead. Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to

Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make My countryman, a Roman, by a Roinan

A greater crack: The round world should have shook Valiantly vanquish’d. Now, my spirit is going ;

Lions into civil streets, I can no more.

(Dies. And citizens to their dens :– The death of Antony Cleo. Nobløt of men, woo't die?

Is not a single doorn ; in the name lay Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide

A moiety of the world. In this dull world, which in thy absence is


He is dead, Cæsar;
No better than a stye?-0, see, my women,

Not by a public minister of justice,
The crown a'the earth doth melt :-My lord !-- Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

Which writ his bonour in the acts it did,
The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys, and girls, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Are level now with men : the odds is gone,

Splitted the heart-This is his sword; And there is nothing left remarkable

I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd Beneath the visiting moon.

(She faints. With his most noble blood. Char. o, quietness, lady!


Look you sad, friends ? Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.

The gods 'rebuke me, but it is a tidings Char.


To wash the eyes of kings. Iras.

Madam, Agr.

And strange it is, Char. O madam, madam, madam!

That nature must compel us to lament Iras.

Royal Egypt ! Our most persisted deeds. Empress!


His taints and honours Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

Waged equal with him. Cleo. No more but e'en a woman; and commanded Agr.

A rarer spirit never By such poor passion as the maid that milks, Did steer humanity: but you, gouls, will give us And does the meanest charts.-It were for me

Some faults to make us men.-C.esar is touch'd. To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;

Mec. When such a spacious anirror's set before bim, To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, He needs must see himself. Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught ; Cits.

o Antony! Patienee is sottish; and impatience does

I lave follow'il thee to this ;-But we do lance


Diseases in our bodies : I must perforce

That majesty, to keep decorum, must Have shown to thee such a declining day,

No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
Or look on thine; we could not stall together To give me conqner'd Egypt for my son,
In the whole world : But yet let me lament,

He gives me so much of mine own, as I
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, Will kneel to him with thanks.
That thou, my brother, my competitor

Be of good cheer; In top of all design, my mate in empire,

You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing Friend and companion in the front of war,

Make your full reference freely to my lord, The arm of mine own body, and the heart

Who is so full of grace, that it flows over Where mine his thoughts did kindle,-that our stars, On all that need. Lot me report to him Unreconciliable, should divide

Your sweet dependency; and you shall find Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends,

A conqueror, that will pray iv aid for kindness, But I will tell you at some meeter season ;

Where he for grace is kneeld to.
Enter a Messenger.

Cleo. [Within.]

Pray you, tell hina The business of this man looks out of him,

I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him We'll hear him what he says.-Whence are you? The greatness he has got. I hourly learn

Mes. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly Confind in all she has, her monument,

Look him i'the face. of thy intents desires instruction ;


This I'll report, dear lady. That she preparedly may frame herself

Have comfort ; for, I know, your plight is picied To the way she's forced to.

Of him that causd it. Cæs.

Bid her have good heart; Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris’d; She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,

[Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, extend the How honourable and how kindly we

Monument by a ladder placed against a window, and Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live

having descended, come behind Cleopatra. Semco To be ungentle.

the Guard unbar and open the gates. Mes.

So the gods preserve thee! [Eait.
Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius ; Go, and say, Guard her till Cæsar come.
We purpose ber no shame: give her what comforts

[To Proculeius and the Guard. Exit Gallus

. The quality of her passion shall require ;


Royal queen! Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke

Char. O Cleopatra ! thou art taken, queen! She do defeat us : for her life in Rome

Cleo. Quick, quiek, good hands. (Drawing e dagger. Would be eternal in our triumph: Go,


Hold, worthy lady, bold: And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,

[Seizes and disarm het. And how you find of her.

Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Pro.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Pro. Relievd, but not betray'd. Cæs. Gallus, go you along - Where's Dolabella,


What, of death too, To second Proculeius?

[Exit Gallus. That rids our dogs of languish? Agr. Mec. Dolabella!


Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now

Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
How lite's employed; he shall in time be ready. The undoing of yourself: let the world see
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see

His nobleness well acted, which your death
How hardly I was drawn into this war ;

Will never let come forth. How calm and gentle I proceeded still


Where art thou, death? In all my writings : Go with me, and see

Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen What I can show in this.

Worth many babes and beggars.

0, temperance, lady! SCENE 11.- Alexandria. A Room in the Monu Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat; r'll not drink, sir:

ment. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Las. If idle talk will once be necessary, Cleo. My desolation does begin to make

I'll not sleep neither : This mortal house I'll ruin, A better life: "Tig paltry to be Caesar;

Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,

Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; A minister of ber will; And it is great

Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye To do that thing that ends all other deeds;

of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;

And show me to the shouting varletry Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,

Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud Enter, to the Gutes of the Monument, Proculeius, Gal

Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies lus, and Soldiers.

Blow me into abhorring! rather make Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;

My country's high pyramides my gibbet,

And bang me up in chains ! And bids thee study on what fair demands


You do extend Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.

These thoughts of horror further than you shall Cico. [Within.]

What's thy name?

Find cause in Cæsar.
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. [Within.]

Enter Dolabella.
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but

Proculeius, I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,

What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, That have no use for trusting. If your master And he hath sent for thee : as for the queen, Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, I'll take her to my guard.


So, Dolabella,

Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts :
It shall content me best : be gentle to her.-

The record of wbat injuries you did us, To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please, Though written in our flesh, we shall remember

[To Cleopatra. || As things but done by chance. If you'll employ me to him.


Sole sir o'the world, Cleo

Say, I would die. I cannot project mine own cause so well

[Exe. Proculeius and Soldiers. To make it clear; but do confess, I have Del. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Been laden with like frailties, which before Cleo. I cannot tell.

Have often sham'd our sex.
Assuredly, you know me.


Cleopatra, know,
Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard, or known. We will extenuate rather than enforce:
You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; If you apply yourself to our intentsp
Is't not your trick?

(Which towards you are most gentle) you shall find Dol.

I understand not, madam. A benefit in this change: but if you seek Cleo, I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony ; To lay on me a cruelty, by taking 0, such another sleep, that I might see

Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself But such another man !

of my good purposes, and put your children Del.

If it might please you To that destruction which I'll guard them from, Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted Cleo. And may, through all the world : 'tis yours ; The little 0, the earth.

and we Dol.

Most sovereign creature, Your ’scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean ; his rear'd arm Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. Crested the world: his voice was propertied

Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ;

Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, I am possessid of: ’tis exactly valued ; He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus ? There was no winter in't ; an autumn 'twas,

Sel. Here, madam. That grew the more by reaping : His delights Cleo. This is my treasurer ; let him speak, my lord, Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd The element they liv'd in: In his livery

To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucas. Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were Sel. Madam, As plates dropp'd from his pocket.

I had rather seel my lips, than, to my peril, Dol.


Speak that which is not. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man Cleo.

What have I kept back? As this I dream'd of?

Scl. Enough to purchase what you have marle known.
Gentle madam, no.

Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve
Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. Your wisdom in the deed.
But, if there be, or ever were one such,


See, Cæsar! O, behold, It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff How pomp is follow'd ! mine will now be yours ; To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Condemning shadows quite.

Even make me wild :- slave, of no more trust Dol.

Hear me, good madam : Than love that's hir'd !-What, goest thou back? thou Your loss is as yourself, great ; and you bar it

shalt As answering to the weight : 'Would I might never Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,

Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain, dog! By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots

O rarely base!
My very heart at root.

Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you.
I thank yori, sir.

Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; Know you what Cæsar means to do with me? That thou, vouehsafing here to visit me,

Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Doing the honour of thy lordliness
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir, -

To one so meek, that mine own servant should

Though he be honourable,- | Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph ?

Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar, Dol.

Madam, he will; || That I some lady trifles have reservd, I know it.

Immoment toys, things of such dignity Within. Make way there, -Cæsar.

As we greet modern friends withal; and say,

Some nobler token I have kept apart Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Proculeius, Mecænas, Seleucus, For Livia, and Octavia, to induce and Attendants.

Their mediation; must I be unfolded Cas.

Which is the queen With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me of Egypt?

Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence ; Dol. 'Tis the emperor, inadarn. [Cleo. kneels.

[To Seleucus. Cas.


Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits You shall not kneel :

Through the asbes of my chance :-Wert thou a man, I pray you, rise: rise, Egypt.

Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
Sir, the gods


Forbear, Seleucas. [Exit Seleucus. Will have it thus; my master and my lord

Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misI must obey.


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