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.