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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Randall Martin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Tragedie of
    2815The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
    Then greatnesse going off.
    Cleo. To'th'Monument:
    Mardian, go tell him I haue slaine my selfe:
    Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony,
    2820And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian,
    And bring me how he takes my death to'th'Monument.
    Enter Anthony, and Eros.
    Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
    2825Eros. I Noble Lord.
    Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that's Dragonish,
    A vapour sometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,
    A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,
    A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie
    2830With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,
    And mocke our eyes with Ayre.
    Thou hast seene these Signes,
    They are blacke Vespers Pageants.
    Eros. I my Lord.
    2835Ant. That which is now a Horse, euen with a thoght
    the Racke dislimes, and makes it indistinct
    As water is in water.
    Eros. It does my Lord.
    Ant. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is
    2840Euen such a body: Heere I am Anthony,
    Yet cannot hold this visible shape (my Knaue)
    I made these warres for Egypt, and the Queene,
    Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine:
    Which whil'st it was mine, had annext vntoo't
    2845A Million moe, (now lost:) shee Eros has
    Packt Cards with sars, and false plaid my Glory
    Vnto an Enemies triumph.
    Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs
    Our selues to end our selues.
    Enter Mardian.
    Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword.
    Mar. No Anthony,
    My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
    With thine intirely.
    2855Ant. Hence sawcy Eunuch peace, she hath betraid me,
    And shall dye the death.
    Mar. Death of one person, can be paide but once,
    And that she ha's discharg'd. What thou would'st do
    Is done vnto thy hand: the last she spake
    2860Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony.
    Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake
    The name of Anthony: it was diuided
    Betweene her heart, and lips: she rendred life
    Thy name so buried in her.
    2865Ant. Dead then?
    Mar. Dead.
    Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,
    And we must sleepe: That thou depart'st hence safe
    Does pay thy labour richly: Go.
    exit Mardian.
    2870Off, plucke off,
    The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe
    The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides.
    Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent,
    Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace;
    2875No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go,
    You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile.
    exit Eros
    I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and
    Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now
    All length is Torture: since the Torch is out,
    2880Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour

    Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles
    It selfe with strength: Seale then and all is done.
    Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,
    Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,
    2885And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze:
    Dido, and her Aeneas shall want Troopes,
    And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.
    Enter Eros.
    Eros. What would my Lord?
    2890Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed,
    I haue liu'd in such dishonour, that the Gods
    Detest my basenesse. I, that with my Sword,
    Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe
    With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke
    2895The Courage of a Woman, lesse Noble minde
    Then she which by her death, our sar telles
    I am Conqueror of my selfe. Thou art sworne Eros,
    That when the exigent should come, which now
    Is come indeed: When I should see behinde me
    2900Th'ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror,
    That on my command, thou then would'st kill me.
    Doo't, the time is come: Thou strik'st not me,
    'Tis sar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy Cheeke.
    Eros. The Gods with-hold me,
    2905Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
    (Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not.
    Ant. Eros,
    Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
    Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
    2910His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de
    To penetratiue shame; whil'st the wheel'd seate
    Of Fortunate sar drawne before him, branded
    His Basenesse that ensued.
    Eros. I would not see't.
    2915Ant. Come then: for with a wound I must be cur'd.
    Draw that thy honest Sword, which thou hast worne
    Most vsefull for thy Country.
    Eros. Oh sir, pardon me.
    Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st yu not then
    2920To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,
    Or thy precedent Seruices are all
    But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
    Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance,
    Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes.
    2925Ant. Loe thee.
    Eros. My sword is drawne.
    Ant. Then let it do at once
    The thing why thou hast drawne it.
    Eros. My deere Master,
    2930My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me say
    Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farwell.
    Ant. 'Tis said man, and farewell.
    Eros. Farewell great Chiefe. Shall I strike now?
    Ant. Now Eros.
    Killes himselfe.
    2935Eros. Why there then:
    Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death.
    Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe,
    Thou teachest me: Oh valiant Eros, what
    I should, and thou could'st not, my Queene and Eros
    2940Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me
    A Noblenesse in Record. But I will bee
    A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't
    As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,
    Thy Master dies thy Scholler; to do thus
    2945I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?
    The Guard, how? Oh dispatch me.