Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

Eros, thou yet behold'st me? Ay, noble lord.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish,

4.15.52827A vapor sometime like a bear, or lion,

4.15.62828A towered citadel, a pendant rock,

4.15.72829A forked mountain, or blue promontory

4.15.82830With trees upon't that nod unto the world,

4.15.92831And mock our eyes with air. 2832Thou hast seen these signs;

4.15.102833They are black vesper's pageants.

They are black vesper's pageants. Ay, my lord.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought

4.15.122836The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct

4.15.132837As water is in water.

As water is in water. It does, my lord.

My good knave Eros, now thy captain is

4.15.152840Even such a body. Here I am Antony,

4.15.162841Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.

4.15.172842I made these wars for Egypt, and the queen

4.15.182843Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;

4.15.192844Which whilst it was mine had annexed unto't

4.15.202845A million more, now lost. She, Eros, has

4.15.212846Packed cards with Caesar, and false played my glory

4.15.222847Unto an enemy's triumph.

4.15.232848Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us

4.15.242849Ourselves to end ourselves.

Ourselves to end ourselves. 2851O thy vile lady,

4.15.25She has robbed me of my sword!

She has robbed me of my sword! No, Antony.

4.15.262853My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled

4.15.272854With thine entirely.

With thine entirely. Hence, saucy eunuch! Peace!

4.15.28She hath betrayed me, 2856and shall die the death.

Death of one person can be paid but once,

4.15.302858And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do

4.15.312859Is done unto thy hand. The last she spake

4.15.322860Was "Antony, most noble Antony."

4.15.332861Then in the midst a tearing groan did break

4.15.342862The name of Antony; it was divided

4.15.352863Between her heart and lips. She rendered life

4.15.362864Thy name so buried in her.

Thy name so buried in her. Dead then?

Thy name so buried in her. Dead then? Dead.

Unarm, Eros. The long day's task is done,

4.15.382868And we must sleep. [To Mardian] That thou depart'st hence safe

4.15.392969Does pay thy labor richly. Go.

Does pay thy labor richly. Go. 2870Off, pluck off!

4.15.412871The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep

4.15.422872The battery from my heart. Oh cleave my sides!

4.15.432873Heart, once be stronger than thy continent;

4.15.442874Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace;

4.15.452875No more a soldier. Bruisèd pieces, go;

4.15.462876You have been nobly borne.--From me awhile.

4.15.47Exit Eros.

4.15.482877I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

4.15.492878Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now

4.15.502879All length is torture. Since the torch is out,

4.15.512880Lie down and stray no farther. Now all labor

4.15.522881Mars what it does. Yea, very force entangles

4.15.532882Itself with strength. Seal then, and all is done.--

4.15.542883Eros!--I come, my queen.--Eros!--Stay for me;

4.15.552884Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand,

4.15.562885And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.

4.15.572886Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,

4.15.58And all the haunt be ours.--Come, Eros! Eros!

What would my lord?

What would my lord? Since Cleopatra died,

4.15.612891I have lived in such dishonor that the gods

4.15.622892Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword

4.15.632893Quartered the world, and o'er green Neptune's back

4.15.642894With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack

4.15.652895The courage of a woman, less noble mind

4.15.662896Than she which by her death our Caesar tells

4.15.672897"I am conqueror of myself". Thou art sworn, Eros,

4.15.682898That when the exigent should come which now

4.15.692899Is come indeed--when I should see behind me

4.15.702900Th'inevitable prosecution of

4.15.71Disgrace and horror--2901that on my command

4.15.72Thou then wouldst kill me. 2902Do't. The time is come.

4.15.73Thou strik'st not me, 2903'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.

4.15.74Put color in thy cheek.

Put color in thy cheek. The gods withhold me!

4.15.752905Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,

4.15.762906Though enemy, lost aim and could not?

Though enemy, lost aim and could not? Eros,

4.15.772908Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see

4.15.782909Thy master thus, with pleached arms bending down

4.15.792910His corrigible neck, his face subdued

4.15.802911To penetrative shame whilst the wheeled seat

4.15.812912Of fortunate Caesar drawn before him branded

4.15.822913His baseness that ensued?

His baseness that ensued? I would not see't.

Come then: for with a wound I must be cured.

4.15.842916Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn

4.15.852917Most useful for thy country.

Most useful for thy country. Oh, sir, pardon me.

When I did make thee free, swor'st you not then

4.15.872920To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,

4.15.882921Or thy precedent services are all

4.15.892922But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come!

Turn from me then that noble countenance,

4.15.912924Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

[Turning away from Eros] Lo, thee!

My sword is drawn.

My sword is drawn. Then let it do at once

4.15.942928The thing why thou hast drawn it.

The thing why thou hast drawn it. My dear master,

4.15.952930My captain and my emperor, let me say

4.15.962931Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

'Tis said, man, and farewell.

Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?

Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Now, Eros.

4.15.99[Eros] kills himself..

Why there then! 2936Thus I do escape the sorrow

4.15.101Of Antony's death.

Of Antony's death. Thrice-nobler than myself,

4.15.1022938Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

4.15.1032939I should and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros

4.15.1042940Have by their brave instruction got upon me

4.15.1052941A nobleness in record. But I will be

4.15.1062942A bridegroom in my death, and run into't

4.15.1072943As to a lovers' bed. Come then--and Eros,

4.15.1082944Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus

4.15.1092945I learned of thee.

I learned of thee. [He runs on his sword.].

I learned of thee. [He runs on his sword.]. How, not dead? Not dead?

4.15.1102946The guard ho! Oh, dispatch me.

The guard ho! Oh, dispatch me. What's the noise?

I have done my work ill, friends.

4.15.1122950Oh make an end of what I have begun.

The star is fall'n.

The star is fall'n. And time is at his period.

Alas, and woe!

Let him that loves me strike me dead.

Let him that loves me strike me dead. Not I.

Nor I.

Nor any one.

Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.

4.15.1202959This sword but shown to Caesar with this tidings

4.15.1212960Shall enter me with him.

4.15.122[He takes Antony's sword.].

Where's Antony?

Where's Antony? There, Diomed, there.

Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?

Art thou there, Diomed? 2966Draw thy sword, and give me

4.15.1282967Sufficing strokes for death.

Sufficing strokes for death. Most absolute lord,

4.15.129My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

When did she send thee?

When did she send thee? Now, my lord.

When did she send thee? Now, my lord. Where is she?

Locked in her monument. She had a prophesying fear

4.15.1322974Of what hath come to pass, for when she saw,

4.15.1332975Which never shall be found, you did suspect

4.15.1342976She had disposed with Caesar and that your rage

4.15.1352977Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;

4.15.1362978But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent

4.15.1372979Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,

4.15.1382980I dread, too late.

Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.

What ho! The emperor's guard! 2983The guard, what ho!

4.15.141Come, your lord calls!

Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides.

4.15.1442986'Tis the last service that I shall command you.

Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear

4.15.1462988All your true followers out.

All your true followers out. Most heavy day!

Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate

4.15.1482991To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome

4.15.1492992Which comes to punish us, and we punish it

4.15.1502993Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up.

4.15.1512994I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,

4.15.1522995And have my thanks for all.