Antony and Cleopatra
Act 4, Scene 14
Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.
- Enter Antony and Eros.
- Eros, thou yet behold’st me?
- Ay, noble lord.
Mark Antony4 - 10
- 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.
- Ay, my lord.
Mark Antony12 - 14
- That which is now a horse, even with a thought
- The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct
- As water is in water.
- It does, my lord.
Mark Antony16 - 29
- 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.
Mardian30 - 32
- No, Antony,
- My mistress lov’d thee, and her fortunes mingled
- With thine entirely.
Mark Antony33 - 34
- Hence, saucy eunuch, peace!
- She hath betray’d me, and shall die the death.
Mardian35 - 42
- 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.
- Dead then?
Mark Antony45 - 69
- 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.
- What would my lord?
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- 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.
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- The gods withhold me!
- Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
- Though enemy, lost aim and could not?
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- 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?
- I would not see’t.
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- 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.
- O, sir, pardon me!
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- 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.
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- Turn from me then that noble countenance,
- Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
- Lo thee!
- Turning from him.
- My sword is drawn.
Mark Antony111 - 112
- Then let it do at once
- The thing why thou hast drawn it.
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- My dear master,
- My captain, and my emperor: let me say,
- Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
- ’Tis said, man, and farewell.
- Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
- Now, Eros.
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- Why, there then.
- Kills himself.
- Thus I do escape the sorrow
- Of Antony’s death.
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- 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.
Antony’s First Guardsman135
- What’s the noise?
Mark Antony136 - 137
- I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end
- Of what I have begun.
Antony’s Second Guardsman138
- The star is fall’n.
Antony’s First Guardsman139
- And time is at his period.
- Alas, and woe!
- Let him that loves me strike me dead.
Antony’s First Guardsman142
- Not I.
Antony’s Second Guardsman143
- Nor I.
Antony’s Third Guardsman144
- Nor any one.
- Exeunt Antony’s Third Guardsman.
Decretas146 - 148
- Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
- This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
- Shall enter me with him.
- Enter Diomedes.
- Where’s Antony?
- There, Diomed, there.
Diomedes152 - 153
- Lives he?
- Wilt thou not answer, man?
- Exit Decretas.
Mark Antony155 - 156
- Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
- Sufficing strokes for death.
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- Most absolute lord,
- My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
- When did she send thee?
- Now, my lord.
- Where is she?
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- 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.
- Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.
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- What ho! The Emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho!
- Come, your lord calls!
- Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony.
Mark Antony174 - 175
- Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides,
- ’Tis the last service that I shall command you.
Antony’s First Guardsman176 - 177
- Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
- All your true followers out.
- Most heavy day!
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- 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.