Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter ANTONY and Attendants. |
Ant. Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon 't; |
It is asham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither: |
I am so lated in the world that I |
Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship |
Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, |
And make your peace with Cæsar. |
Att. Fly! not we. |
Ant. I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards |
To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone; |
I have myself resolv'd upon a course |
Which has no need of you; be gone: |
My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O! |
I follow'd that I blush to look upon: |
My very hairs do mutiny, for the white |
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them |
For fear and doting. Friends, be gone; you shall |
Have letters from me to some friends that will |
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, |
Nor make replies of loathness; take the hint |
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left |
Which leaves itself; to the sea-side straightway; |
I will possess you of that ship and treasure. |
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now: |
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command, |
Therefore I pray you. I'll see you by and by. [Sits down. |
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Enter EROS following CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN and IRAS. |
Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him. |
Iras. Do, most dear queen. |
Char. Do! Why, what else? |
Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno! |
Ant. No, no, no, no, no. |
Eros. See you here, sir? |
Ant. O fie, fie, fie! |
Char. Madam! |
Iras. Madam; O good empress! |
Eros. Sir, sir! |
Ant. Yes, my lord, yes. He, at Philippi kept |
His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck |
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I |
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone |
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had |
In the brave squares of war: yet now—No matter. |
Cleo. Ah! stand by. |
Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. |
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him; |
He is unqualitied with very shame. |
Cleo. Well then, sustain me: O! |
Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches: |
Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her, but |
Your comfort makes the rescue. |
Ant. I have offended reputation, |
A most unnoble swerving. |
Eros. Sir, the queen. |
Ant. O! whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, |
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes |
By looking back what I have left behind |
'Stroy'd in dishonour. |
Cleo. O my lord, my lord! |
Forgive my fearful sails: I little thought |
You would have follow'd. |
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well |
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, |
And thou shouldst tow me after; o'er my spirit |
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that |
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods |
Command me. |
Cleo. O! my pardon. |
Ant. Now I must |
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge |
And palter in the shifts of lowness, who |
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleas'd, |
Making and marring fortunes. You did know |
How much you were my conqueror, and that |
My sword, made weak by my affection, would |
Obey it on all cause. |
Cleo. Pardon, pardon! |
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates |
All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss; |
Even this repays me. We sent our school-master; |
Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead. |
Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows, |
We scorn her most when most she offers blows. [Exeunt. |
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