2689Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters

2690With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare,

2691Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,

2692That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together,

2693Applauding our approach. Exeunt.

2695Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre,

2696We must returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night

2697Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile

2698By'th'second houre i'th'Morne.

26991. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too's.

2700Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night.

27012 What man is this?

27021 Stand close, and list him.

2703Enob. Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone)

2704When men reuolted shall vpon Record

2705Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did

2706Before thy face repent.

2707Cent. Enobarbus?

27082 Peace: Hearke further.

2709Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly,

2710The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me,

2711That Life, a very Rebell to my will,

2712May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart

2713Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,

2714Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,

2715And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,

2716Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,

2717Forgiue me in thine owne particular,

2718But let the world ranke me in Register

2719A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:

2720Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!

27211 Let's speake to him.

2722Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes

2723May concerne Caesar.

27242 Let's do so, but he sleepes.

2725Cent. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his

2726Was neuer yet for sleepe.

27271 Go we to him.

27282 Awake sir, awake, speake to vs.

27291 Heare you sir?

2730Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.

2732Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers:

2733Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:

2734Our houre is fully out.

27352 Come on then, he may recouer yet. exeunt

2737Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,

2738We please them not by Land.

2739Scar. For both, my Lord.

2740Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th'Fire, or i'th'Ayre,

2741Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote

2742Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty

2743Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen,

2744They haue put forth the Hauen:

2745Where their appointment we may best discouer,

2746And looke on their endeuour. exeunt

2748Caes. But being charg'd, we will be still by Land,

2749Which as I tak't we shall, for his best force

2750Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,

2751And hold our best aduantage. exeunt.

2754Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd:

2755Where yon'd Pine does stand, I shall discouer all.

2756Ile bring thee word straight, how 'ris like to go. exit.

2757Scar. Swallowes haue built

2758In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries

2759Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,

2760And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony,

2761Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts

2762His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare

2763Of what he has, and has not.

2765Ant. All is lost:

2766This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me:

2767My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder

2768They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together

2769Like Friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou

2770Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart

2771Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:

2772For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,

2773I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.

2774Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more,

2775Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere

2776Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts

2777That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue

2778Their wishes, do dis-Candie, melt their sweets

2779On blossoming Caesar: And this Pine is barkt,

2780That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.

2781Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,

2782Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:

2783Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,

2784Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose

2785Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse.

2786What Eros, Eros?

2788Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt.

2789Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue?

2790Ant. Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing,

2791And blemish Caesars Triumph. Let him take thee,

2792And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians,

2793Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot

2794Of all thy Sex. Most Monster-like be shewne

2795For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let

2796Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp

2797With her prepared nailes. exit Cleopatra.

2798'Tis well th'art gone,

2799If it be well to liue. But better 'twere

2800Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death

2801Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa?

2802The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me

2803Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage.

2804Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th'Moone,

2805And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club,

2806Subdue my worthiest selfe: The Witch shall die,

2807To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me, and I fall

2808Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa? exit.

2810Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad

2811Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly

2812Was neuer so imbost.

2813Char. To'th'Monument, there locke your selfe,

2814And send him word you are dead: