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Antony and Cleopatra Scenes


Scene 14

Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.

(Antony; Eros; Mardian; Decretas; Antony’s First Guardsman; Antony’s Second Guardsman; Antony’s Third Guardsman; Diomedes)


Antony receives the false news that Cleopatra is dead, and resolves to die himself. He begs his servant Eros to kill him, but Eros is unwilling and kills himself instead rather than witness his master’s death. Antony stabs himself, but doesn’t quite succeed in getting the job done. He is carried to Cleopatra. (170 lines)

Enter Antony and Eros.

ANT.

Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

EROS.

Ay, noble lord.

ANT.

Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,

A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,

A tower’d citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon’t that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs,

They are black vesper’s pageants.

EROS.

Ay, my lord.

ANT.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought

The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct

As water is in water.

EROS.

It does, my lord.

ANT.

My good knave Eros, now thy captain is

Even such a body. Here I am Antony,

Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.

I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,

Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine—

Which whilst it was mine had annex’d unto’t

A million more (now lost)—she, Eros, has

Pack’d cards with Caesar’s, and false-play’d my glory

Unto an enemy’s triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us

Ourselves to end ourselves.

Enter Mardian.

O, thy vild lady!

She has robb’d me of my sword.

MAR.

No, Antony,

My mistress lov’d thee, and her fortunes mingled

With thine entirely.

ANT.

Hence, saucy eunuch, peace!

She hath betray’d me, and shall die the death.

MAR.

Death of one person can be paid but once,

And that she has discharg’d. What thou wouldst do

Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake

Was “Antony, most noble Antony!”

Then in the midst a tearing groan did break

The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips. She rend’red life,

Thy name so buried in her.

ANT.

Dead then?

MAR.

Dead.

ANT.

Unarm, Eros, the long day’s task is done,

And we must sleep.

To Mardian.

That thou depart’st hence safe

Does pay thy labor richly; go.

Exit Mardian.

Off, pluck off,

The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep

The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!

Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,

Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.

No more a soldier. Bruised pieces, go,

You have been nobly borne.—From me awhile.

Exit Eros.

I will o’ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

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

All length is torture; since the torch is out,

Lie down and stray no farther. Now all labor

Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles

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

Eros!—I come, my queen!—Eros!—Stay for me!

Where souls do couch on flowers, we’ll hand in hand,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.

Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,

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

Enter Eros.

EROS.

What would my lord?

ANT.

Since Cleopatra died

I have liv’d in such dishonor that the gods

Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword

Quarter’d the world, and o’er green Neptune’s back

With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack

The courage of a woman—less noble mind

Than she which by her death our Caesar tells,

“I am conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros,

That when the exigent should come, which now

Is come indeed, when I should see behind me

Th’ inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror, that on my command

Thou then wouldst kill me. Do’t, the time is come.

Thou strik’st not me, ’tis Caesar thou defeat’st.

Put color in thy cheek.

EROS.

The gods withhold me!

Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,

Though enemy, lost aim and could not?

ANT.

Eros,

Wouldst thou be window’d in great Rome, and see

Thy master thus with pleach’d arms, bending down

His corrigible neck, his face subdu’d

To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel’d seat

Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded

His baseness that ensued?

EROS.

I would not see’t.

ANT.

Come then; for with a wound I must be cur’d.

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn

Most useful for thy country.

EROS.

O, sir, pardon me!

ANT.

When I did make thee free, swor’st thou not then

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

Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come.

EROS.

Turn from me then that noble countenance,

Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

ANT.

Lo thee!

Turning from him.

EROS.

My sword is drawn.

ANT.

Then let it do at once

The thing why thou hast drawn it.

EROS.

My dear master,

My captain, and my emperor: let me say,

Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

ANT.

’Tis said, man, and farewell.

EROS.

Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?

ANT.

Now, Eros.

EROS.

Why, there then.

Kills himself.

Thus I do escape the sorrow

Of Antony’s death.

ANT.

Thrice-nobler than myself!

Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what

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

Have by their brave instruction got upon me

A nobleness in record; but I will be

A bridegroom in my death, and run into’t

As to a lover’s bed. Come then; and, Eros,

Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus

Falling on his sword.

I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?

The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!

Enter Decretas and Antony’s First Guardsman.

ANT. 1. GUARD.

What’s the noise?

ANT.

I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end

Of what I have begun.

ANT. 2. GUARD.

The star is fall’n.

ANT. 1. GUARD.

And time is at his period.

ALL. GUARDS.

Alas, and woe!

ANT.

Let him that loves me strike me dead.

ANT. 1. GUARD.

Not I.

ANT. 2. GUARD.

Nor I.

ANT. 3. GUARD.

Nor any one.

Exeunt Antony’s Third Guardsman.

DEC.

Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.

This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,

Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.

DIO.

Where’s Antony?

DEC.

There, Diomed, there.

DIO.

Lives he?

Wilt thou not answer, man?

Exit Decretas.

ANT.

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

Sufficing strokes for death.

DIO.

Most absolute lord,

My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

ANT.

When did she send thee?

DIO.

Now, my lord.

ANT.

Where is she?

DIO.

Lock’d in her monument. She had a prophesying fear

Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw

(Which never shall be found) you did suspect

She had dispos’d with Caesar, and that your rage

Would not be purg’d, she sent you word she was dead;

But fearing since how it might work, hath sent

Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,

I dread, too late.

ANT.

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

DIO.

What ho! The Emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho!

Come, your lord calls!

Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony.

ANT.

Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides,

’Tis the last service that I shall command you.

ANT. 1. GUARD.

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

All your true followers out.

ALL. GUARDS.

Most heavy day!

ANT.

Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate

To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome

Which comes to punish us, and we punish it

Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up.

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

And have my thanks for all.

Exeunt bearing Antony.

 

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