They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Enter MARDIAN. She has robb'd me of my sword. Mar. No, Antony; My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st 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 render'd life, Ant. Dead then? Mar. Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done, I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Re-enter EROS. Eros. What would my lord? Ant. Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is come: Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar 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? Ant. Eros, Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat Eros. I would not see't. Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be cur'd. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country. Eros. O, sir, pardon me. Ant. 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 unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros. My dear master, [Turning from him. My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.] Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what [Dies. I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros [Falling on his sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead ? not dead?— The guard!-ho !-O, despatch me. Enter DERCETAS and Guard. 1st Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, make an end Of what I have begun. 2d Guard. The star is fallen. 1st Guard. And time is at his period. All. Alas, and woe! Ant. Let him, that loves me, strike me dead. 1st Guard. Not I. 2d Guard. Nor I. 3d Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown 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, man? [Exit DERCETAS, 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. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for, when she saw She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage |