Yet they are not joined. 2755Where yond pine does stand,

4.13.4I shall discover all. 2756I'll bring thee word

4.13.5Straight how 'tis like to go.

Straight how 'tis like to go. Swallows have built

4.13.62758In Cleopatra's sails their nests. The augurers

4.13.72759Say they know not, they cannot tell, look grimly,

4.13.82760And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

4.13.92761Is valiant and dejected, and by starts

4.13.102762His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear

4.13.112763Of what he has and has not.

Of what he has and has not. All is lost.

4.13.122766This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

4.13.132767My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder

4.13.142768They cast their caps up and carouse together

4.13.152769Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore, 'tis thou

4.13.162770Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart

4.13.172771Makes only wars on thee! Bid them all fly!

4.13.182772For when I am revenged upon my charm,

4.13.192773I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone!

4.13.20[Exit Scarrus].

4.13.212774Oh sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.

4.13.222775Fortune and Antony part here, even here.

4.13.232776Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts

4.13.242777That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave

4.13.252778Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

4.13.262779On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is barked

4.13.272780That over-topped them all. Betrayed I am.

4.13.282781Oh this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,

4.13.292782Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,

4.13.302783Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

4.13.312784Like a right gipsy hath at fast and loose

4.13.322785Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.

4.13.332786What, Eros, Eros!

What, Eros, Eros! 2788Ah, thou spell, avaunt!

Why is my lord enraged against his love?

Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,

4.13.362791And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee

4.13.372792And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians.

4.13.382793Follow his chariot like the greatest spot

4.13.392794Of all thy sex. Most monster-like be shown

4.13.402795For poor'st diminutives, for dolts, and let

4.13.412796Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

4.13.422797With her preparèd nails.

With her preparèd nails. 2798'Tis well th'art gone,

4.13.432799If it be well to live. But better 'twere

4.13.442800Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death

4.13.452801Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!

4.13.462802The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Teach me,

4.13.472803Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.

4.13.482804Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th'moon,

4.13.492805And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club

4.13.502806Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.

4.13.512807To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall

4.13.522808Under this plot. She dies for't. Eros, ho!