29481. Guard. What's the noise?

2949Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends:

2950Oh make an end of what I haue begun.

29512 The Starre is falne.

29521 And time is at his Period.

2953All. Alas, and woe.

2954Ant. Let him that loues me, strike me dead.

29551 Not I.

29562 Nor I.

29573 Nor any one. exeunt

2958Dercetus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly

2959This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings,

2960Shall enter me with him.

2962Dio. Where's Anthony?

2963Decre. There Diomed there.

2964Diom. Liues he: wilt thou not answer man?

2965Ant. Art thou there Diomed?

2966Draw thy sword, and giue mee,

2967Suffising strokes for death.

2968Diom. Most absolute Lord:

2969My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee.

2970Ant. When did shee send thee?

2971Diom. Now my Lord.

2972Anth. Where is she?

2973Diom. Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying (feare

2974Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw

2975(Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect

2976She had dispos'd with Caesar, and that your rage

2977Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead:

2978But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent

2979Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come

2980I dread, too late.

2981Ant. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee.

2982Dio. What hoa: the Emperors Guard,

2983The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.

2985Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,

2986'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you.

29871 Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare

2988All your true Followers out.

2989All. Most heauy day.

2990Ant. Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate

2991To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome

2992Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it

2993Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,

2994I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,

2995And haue my thankes for all. Exit bearing Anthony

2998Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence.

2999Char. Be comforted deere Madam.

3000Cleo. No, I will not:

3001All strange and terrible euents are welcome,

3002But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow

3003Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great

3004As that which makes it.

3006How now? is he dead?

3007Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead.

3008Looke out o'th other side your Monument,

3009His Guard haue brought him thither.

3011Cleo. Oh Sunne,

3012Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand

3013The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony

3014Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends

3015Below, let's draw him hither.

3016Ant. Peace,

3017Not Caesars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,

3018But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.

3019Cleo. So it should be,

3020That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,

3021But woe 'tis so.

3022Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely

3023I heere importune death a-while, vntill

3024Of many thousand kisses, the poore last

3025I lay vpon thy lippes.

3026Cleo. I dare not Deere,

3027Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,

3028Least I be taken: not th'Imperious shew

3029Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar, euer shall

3030Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue

3031Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:

3032Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,

3033And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour

3034Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,

3035Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:

3036Assist good Friends.

3037Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone.

3038Cleo. Heere's sport indeede:

3039How heauy weighes my Lord?

3040Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,

3041That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,

3042The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,

3043And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,

3044Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,

3046And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,

3047Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,

3048Thus would I weare them out.

3049All. A heauy sight.

3050Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying.

3051Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little.

3052Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,

3053That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,

3054Prouok'd by my offence.

3055Ant. One word (sweet Queene)

3056Of Caesar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh.

3057Cleo. They do not go together.

3058Ant. Gentle heare me,

3059None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius.

3060Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,

3061None about Caesar.

3062Ant. The miserable change now at my end,

3063Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts

3064In feeding them with those my former Fortunes

3065Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world,

3066The Noblest: and do now not basely dye,

3067Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to

3068My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman

3069Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,

3070I can no more.

3071Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't dye?

3072Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide

3073In this dull world, which in thy absence is

3074No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:

3075The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?

3076Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,