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Antony and Cleopatra

Act IV, Scene 14

The same. Another room.
 
[Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS]
 
MARK ANTONY
      ,        ,     2      ,
      Eros,| thou yet be|holdst me?
 
EROS
                                     T   Tx     T
                                    Aye noble lord.
 
MARK ANTONY
            ,        ,        ,              ,     ,
      Sometime | we see | a cloud | that's drag|onish,
         ,       ,    T     T  .   T         x
      A vap|or some|time, like a bear,| or lion,
         ,        ,    ,       ,         ,
      A tow|ered cit|adel,| a pen|dant rock,
          ,       ,               ,    ,      x
      A fork|ed mount|ain, or / blue prom|ontory
             ,         x           ,       ,         ,
      With trees | upon it,| that nod | unto | the world,
            ,          ,          ,
      And mock | our eyes | with air.
        ,           T    T     T
      Thou hast | seen these signs,  (tri with prev)
          2      ,      ,          ,
      They are black | vesper's | pageants.
 
EROS
                                             ,         ,
                                            Aye | my lord.
 
MARK ANTONY
        ,              ,        ,       x              ,
      That which | is now | a horse,| even with | a thought
            ,         ,           ,         ,      ,
      The rack | dislimns,| and makes | it in|distinct,
          ,      ,       ,     2
      As wat|er is | in wat|er.
 
EROS
                                     ,         ,
                                It does | my lord.
 
MARK ANTONY
           ,          ,       ,     ,   ,
      My good | knave^Er|os, now | thy cap/tain is
      ,        ,       ,       ,   2      ,  2
      Even | such a | body:| here I am | Antony,
           ,        ,          ,   2     ,          ,
      Yet can|not hold | this vis|ible shape |(my knave)
          ,            ,        ,        ,          ,
      I made | these wars | for Eg|ypt, and | the queen,
              ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      Whose^heart | I thought | I had,| for she | had mine:
               ,         ,      ,          ,         ,  2
      Which whilst | it was | mine, had | annexed | unto it
         ,         ,            ,      ,   ,
      A mil|lion more,| (now* lost):| she Er/os has
       ,         ,           ,             ,       ,          ,   ->
      Packed | cards with | Caesar,| and false-|played my || glory
       ,        ,     ,     ,
      Unto | an en|emy's | triumph.
       T     T   T     ,        ,          2       x
      Nay, weep not | gentle | Eros,| there is left us
            ,         ,          ,
      Ourselves | to end | ourselves.   \\
 
[Enter MARDIAN]
        2      ,     ,        2       ,         ,        ,
      Oh thy vile | lady,| she has robbed | me of | my sword.
 
MARDIAN
       ,  ,
      No Ant/ony,   \\  ????
           ,         ,       ,      2       ,          ,
      My mist|ress loved | thee, and her | fortunes | mingled
             ,         ,
      With thine | entire|ly.  \\
 
MARK ANTONY
        T     Tx   T        ,      ,      2      ,
      Hence saucy eun|uch peace,| she hath be|trayed me,
       ,           ,         ___
      And shall | die the | death.\\
 
MARDIAN
        T    .  T   T        ,         ,          ,
      Death of one pers|on, can | be paid | but once,
            ,         ,          ,             ,             ,
      And that | she has | discharged.| What thou | wouldst^do
           ,     ,           ,          ,          ,
      Is done | unto | thy hand:| the last | she spake
           ,    ,     T   Tx    T    ,
      Was Ant|ony,| most noble Ant|ony:
        ,             ,         ,        ,           ,
      Then in | the midst | a tear|ing groan | did break
            ,        ,    ,    ,    2    ,
      The name | of Ant|ony:| it was di|vided
          ,           ,           ,         ,          ,
      Between | her heart,| and lips:| she rend|ered life
            ,        ,       ,
      Thy name | so bur|ied in | her.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                        ,
                                      Dead | then?
 
MARDIAN
                                                      ,
                                                    Dead.
 
MARK ANTONY
         ,     ,            ,      T     T   .   T
      Unarm | Eros, | the long | day's task is done,
           ,          ,       ,      2      T     T     T
      And we | must sleep:| that thou de|partst hence safe
            ,         ,       ,       ,   oo
      Does pay | thy lab|or rich|ly: go.|
 
[Exit MARDIAN]
       T     T    T
      Off, pluck off:   \\
       .   Tx     T     T        ,      ,        ,
      The seven-fold shield | of A|jax^can|not keep
           ,    2    ,         ,           ,          ,
      The bat|tery from | my heart.| Oh cleave | my sides.
        T      T   .    T        ,          ,     ,
      Heart, once be strong|er than | thy cont|inent,
        T    T    T       T   .  T   T    2   ,
      Crack thy frail | case. Apace Er|os, apace,  ??
           ,       ,          ,       ,       ,
      No more | a sol|dier: bruis|ed pie|ces go,
       ,               ,       ,       ,          ,
      You have | been nob|ly borne.| From me | awhile.
 
[Exit EROS]
          ,         ,          ,    ,       ,
      I will | oretake | thee Cle|opat|ra, and
        ,             ,        x           ,        ,
      Weep for | my pard|on. So it | must be,| for now
             ,         ,          ,           ,         ,
      All^length | is tor|ture: since | the torch | is out,
       T    T   .    T          ,        ,          ,
      Lie down and stray | no farth|er. Now | all^labor
        ,              ,     ,     2      ,       ,
      Mars what | it does:| yea, very | force en|tangles
          ,             ,        ,              ,         ,
      Itself | with strength:| seal then | and all | is done.
      ,          ,         ,     ,        ,   2
      Eros?| I come | my queen.| Eros?| Stay for me,
              ,          ,           x              ,         ,
      Where souls | do couch | on flowers,| we'll hand | in hand,
       ,                ,         ,      T   .     T     T
      And with | our spright|ly port | make the ghosts gaze:
       ,      ,           ,   2        ,       ,
      Dido,| and her | Aene|as shall want | troops,
      <-        ,          ,          ,         ,      ,
        And || all the | haunt be | ours. Come^|Eros,| Eros.
 
[Enter EROS]
 
EROS
             ,          ,
      What would | my lord?
 
MARK ANTONY
                                   ,    ,       ,
                            Since^Cle|opat|ra died,
       2       ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      I have lived | in such | dishon|or, that | the gods
          ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
      Detest | my base|ness. I,| that with | my sword,
        ,      2        ,                 ,      T    T     T
      Quartered the | world, and | ore* green | Neptune's back
             ,       ,   ,             ,       ,          , ->
      With ships | made cit/ies, con|demn my|self to || lack
             ,          2    x       T   Tx    T
      The | courage | of a woman,| less noble mind    ??
            ,           ,         ,          ,        ,
      Than she | which^by | her death,| our Cae|sar tells
       2    ,     2    ,        ,       2      ,     ,
      I am con|queror of | myself.| Thou art sworn | Eros,
             ,         ,    ,             ,           ,
      That when | the ex|igent | should come,| which^now
           ,        ,      ,   2          ,       ,
      Is come | indeed:| when I should | see be|hind me
         2  ,   3 3    ,     ,     3  3     ,          ,      ->
      The ine|vitable pro|secu|tion of disgrace | and hor||ror,
        ,     ,   2      ,            ,              ,
      That | on my com|mand, thou | then wouldst | kill me.
       ,            ,         ,            ,           ,
      Do it,| the time | is come:| thou strikst | not me,
            ,        ,         ,           ,    3  3      ,
      'Tis Cae|sar thou | defeatst.| Put* col|or in thy cheek.
 
EROS
            ,        ,
      The gods withhold me, ????
            ,        ,           ,          ,    2    ,
      Shall^I | do that | which^all | the parth|ian darts,
               ,   ,         ,       2       ,
      (Though^en|emy)| lost^aim,| and could not.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                                 ,
                                                 Eros,
         ,                ,              ,     ,         ,
      Wouldst thou | be wind|owed in / great Rome,| and see
           ,        ,            ,        ,     ,           , ->
      Thy mast|er thus | with pleach|ed arms,| bending || down
             ,   2        ,          ,         ,
      His | corrigi|ble neck,| his face | subdued
          ,     ,        ,        T    .     T      T
      To pen|etrat|ive shame;| whilst the wheeled seat
          ,          ,        ,         ,           ,      2->
      Of for|tunate Cae|sar drawn | before | him, brand||ed
            ,         ,        ,
      His base|ness that | ensued.
 
EROS
                                              ,     x
                                   I would / not see it.
 
MARK ANTONY
        T    T    T        2    ,         ,         ,
      Come then: for | with a wound | I must | be cured.
        T    T   .   T        ,             ,           ,
      Draw that thy^hon|est sword,| which thou | hast worn
            ,       ,          ,     2
      Most^use|ful for | thy count|ry.
 
EROS
                                           ,     ,    2
                                       Oh sir,| pardon me.
 
MARK ANTONY
           ,         ,            ,       ,                ,
      When I | did make | thee* free,| sworst thou*| not^then
          ,     ,             ,            x          ,
      To do | this when | I bade | thee? Do it | at once,
       ,        ,           ,    ,         ,
      Or thy | prece|dent serv|ices | are all
           ,     ,        ,           ,          ,
      But ac|cidents | unpur|posed. Draw,| and come.
 
EROS
        ,              ,          ,       ,      ,
      Turn from | me then | that nob|le count|enance,
            ,         ,   ,    2        T     T     T
      Wherein | the wor|ship of the | whole world lies.
 
MARK ANTONY
       ,
      Lo thee.   \\
 
EROS
           ,          ,
      My sword | is drawn.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                ,        ,        ,
                          Then let | it do | at once
            ,           ,              x
      The thing | why thou | hast drawn it.
 
EROS
                                                 ,     ,
                                            My dear | master,
          ,         ,        ,   2     ,        ,
      My cap|tain, and | my emp|eror. Let | me say
          ,         ,            ,        ,           ,
      Before | I strike | this bloo|dy stroke,| farewell.
 
MARK ANTONY
             ,     ,               ,
      'Tis said | man, and | farewell.  \\
 
EROS
            ,     ___     ___                 ,    ,
      Farewell | great | chief.| Shall I / strike now?
 
MARK ANTONY
      ___   ,
      Now | Eros.
 
EROS
                        ,      __
                  Why there | then:
      <-  ,        ,     ,          ,           ,   2      ,
        Thus I || do e|scape the | sorrow | of Ant|ony's death.
 
[Kills himself]
 
MARK ANTONY
        __     ,         ,      __    oo
      Thrice-|nobler | than my|self,|
             ,        ,      ,    2   ,       ,
      Thou teach|est me:| O val|iant Er|os, what
           ,           ,             ,         ,          ,    ->
      I should,| and thou | couldst not,| my queen | and Er||os
        ,      2        ,         ,         ,      ,       2->
      Have | by their brave | instruc|tion got | upon || me
         ,      ,        ,        ,        ,       2->
      A nob|leness | in rec|ord. But | I will || be
          ,          ,        ,          ,        x
      A bride|groom^in | my death,| and run | into it
       ,   2     ,         ,     ,                ,
      As to a | lover's | bed. Come / then, and | Eros,
           ,        ,          ,             ,   ,
      Thy mast|er dies | thy schol|ar; to / do thus
 
[Falling on his sword]
           ,           ,    ___         ,          ,
      I learned | of thee.| How,| not^dead?| not^dead?
            ,     ___             ,
      The guard,| how? Oh* | dispatch | me.
 
[Enter DECRETAS and Guard]
 
FIRST GUARD
                                               ,           ,
                                            What's | the noise?
 
MARK ANTONY
      ,          ,         T   T     T      oo
      I have | done my | work ill friends:|
            ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      Oh* make | an end | of what | I have | begun.
 
SECOND GUARD
            ,          x
      The star | is fallen.
 
FIRST GUARD
                                 ,        ,        ,    3 3->
                           And time | is at | his per||iod.
 
ALL
        ,         ,
      Alas,| and woe.
 
MARK ANTONY
                          ,           ,            ,           ,  ->
                     Let him | that loves | me, strike || me dead.
 
FIRST GUARD
          ,
      Not I.
 
SECOND GUARD
                 ,
             Nor I.
 
THIRD GUARD
                        ,     ,
                    Nor an|y one.
 
[Exeunt Guard]
 
DECRETAS
            ,          ,         ,         ,     2    ,
      Thy death | and for|tunes bid | thy fol|lowers fly.
             ,           ,         ,               ,   ,       ->
      This sword | but shown | to Cae|sar with / this tid||ings,
        ,      ,           ,
      Shall | enter | me with | him.
 
[Enter DIOMEDES]
 
DIOMEDES
                                        ,       ,  2
                                     Where's | Antony?
 
DECRETAS
        ,    ,         ___
      There Di/omed*| there.
 
DIOMEDES
      <-  ,          ,               ,       ,
        Lives he:| wilt thou || not ans|wer man?
 
[Exit DECRETAS]
 
MARK ANTONY
                                                 ,           ,    ,
                                                Art thou | there Di/omed*?
        ,          ,            ,
      Draw thy | sword, and | give me,
          ,         ,            ,
      Suffi|cing strokes | for death.  (tri with prev)
 
DIOMEDES
            ,     ,      ,
      Most^abs|olute | lord:    \\
          ,         ,    ,       ,      2     ,
      My mist|ress Cle|opat|ra sent | me to thee.
 
MARK ANTONY
        ,     2        ,
      When did she | send thee?    \\
 
DIOMEDES
       ,         ,
      Now my | lord.
 
MARK ANTONY
                              ,
                      Where^|is she?
 
DIOMEDES
      <-   ,             ,      ,         ,       ,     ,        ,
        Locked in | her mon||ument:| She had | a pro|phesy|ing fear
           ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
      Of what | hath come | to pass:| for when | she saw
              ,       ,          ,          ,        ,
      (Which nev|er shall | be found)| you did | suspect
       ,     2      ,           ,             ,           ,
      She had di|sposed with | Caesar,| and that | your rage
             ,          ,           ,          ,       2      ,
      Would not | be purged,| she sent | you word | she was dead:
           ,         ,      ,               ,           ,
      But fear|ing since | how it | might^work,| hath sent
       ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      Me to | proclaim | the truth,| and I | am come,
          ,            ,
      I dread,| too* late.  \\
 
MARK ANTONY
             ,          ,  2       ,         ,         ,      2->
      Too* late | good^Di|omed*: call | my guard | I prith||ee.
 
DIOMEDES
            ,        ,   2       ,
      What ho:| the emp|eror's guard,  \\
            ,           ,     T     T    T     ___
      The guard,| what ho?| Come, your lord | calls.
 
[Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY]
 
MARK ANTONY
        ,                ,              ,    ,       ,
      Bear me | good* friends | where* Cle|opat|ra bides,
        ,          ,    ,             ,      2      ,
      'Tis the | last serv/ice that | I shall com|mand you.
 
FIRST GUARD
       ,      2       ,            ,          ,         ,
      Woe, woe^are | we sir,| you may | not live | to wear
                    ,   ,    2     ,
      All* your / true fol|lowers out.
 
ALL
                                             ,      ,
                                       Most^hea|vy day.
 
MARK ANTONY
       ,             ,                     ,     ,     ,
      Nay good*| my fel|lows, do not // please sharp fate
              x       ,          ,         ,          ,
      To grace it | with your | sorrows.| bid that | welcome
              ,         ,     2           ,  ,       ,
      Which^comes | to pun|ish us, and / we pun|ish it
       ,             ,         ,         ,        ,
      Seeming | to bear | it light|ly. Take | me up,
       2      ,         ,     ,          ,             ,
      I have led | you oft,| carry | me now,| good* friends,
            ,          ,          ,
      And have | my thanks | for all.  \\
 
[Exeunt, bearing MARK ANTONY]

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