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.The augurersSay they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,And dare not speak their knowledge.AntonyIs valiant and dejected; and by startsHis fretted fortunes give him hope and fearOf what he has and has not.[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]Re-enter ANTONYANTONY.All is lost!This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonderThey cast their caps up and carouse togetherLike friends long lost.Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thouHast sold me to this novice; and my heartMakes only wars on thee.Bid them all fly;For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,I have done all.Bid them all fly; begone.Exit SCARUSO sun, thy uprise shall I see no more!Fortune and Antony part here; even hereDo we shake hands.All come to this? The heartsThat spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gaveTheir wishes, do discandy, melt their sweetsOn blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'dThat overtopp'd them all.Betray'd I am.O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm-Whose eye beck'd forth my wars and call'd them home,Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end-Like a right gypsy hath at fast and looseBeguil'd me to the very heart of loss.What, Eros, Eros!Enter CLEOPATRAAh, thou spell! Avaunt!CLEOPATRA.Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?ANTONY.Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deservingAnd blemish Caesar's triumph.Let him take theeAnd hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians;Follow his chariot, like the greatest spotOf all thy sex; most monster-like, be shownFor poor'st diminutives, for doits, and letPatient Octavia plough thy visage upWith her prepared nails.Exit CLEOPATRA'Tis well th'art gone,If it be well to live; but better 'twereThou fell'st into my fury, for one deathMight have prevented many.Eros, ho!The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me,Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage;Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon,And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest clubSubdue my worthiest self.The witch shall die.To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fallUnder this plot.She dies for't.Eros, ho! ExitACT_4|SC_13SCENE XIII.Alexandria.CLEOPATRA's palaceEnter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIANCLEOPATRA.Help me, my women.O, he is more madThan Telamon for his shield; the boar of ThessalyWas never so emboss'd.CHARMIAN.To th'monument!There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.The soul and body rive not more in partingThan greatness going off.CLEOPATRA.To th' monument!Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;Say that the last I spoke was 'Antony'And word it, prithee, piteously.Hence, Mardian,And bring me how he takes my death.To th' monument!ExeuntACT_4|SC_14SCENE XIV.CLEOPATRA'S palaceEnter ANTONY and EROSANTONY.Eros, thou yet behold'st me?EROS.Ay, noble lord.ANTONY.Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,A forked mountain, or blue promontoryWith trees upon't that nod unto the worldAnd mock our eyes with air.Thou hast seen these signs;They are black vesper's pageants.EROS.Ay, my lord.ANTONY.That which is now a horse, even with a thoughtThe rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,As water is in water.EROS.It does, my lord.ANTONY.My good knave Eros, now thy captain isEven 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'tA million moe, now lost- she, Eros, hasPack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my gloryUnto an enemy's triumph.Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left usOurselves to end ourselves.Enter MARDIANO, thy vile lady!She has robb'd me of my sword.MARDIAN.No, Antony;My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingledWith thine entirely.ANTONY.Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.MARDIAN.Death of one person can be paid but once,And that she has discharg'd.What thou wouldst doIs done unto thy hand.The last she spakeWas 'Antony! most noble Antony!'Then in the midst a tearing groan did breakThe name of Antony; it was dividedBetween her heart and lips.She rend'red life,Thy name so buried in her.ANTONY.Dead then?MARDIAN.Dead.ANTONY.Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,And we must sleep.That thou depart'st hence safeDoes pay thy labour richly.Go.Exit MARDIANOff, pluck off!The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keepThe 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 EROSI will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, andWeep for my pardon.So it must be, for nowAll length is torture.Since the torch is out,Lie down, and stray no farther.Now all labourMars what it does; yea, very force entanglesItself 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!Re-enter EROSEROS.What would my lord?ANTONY.Since Cleopatra died,I have liv'd in such dishonour that the godsDetest my baseness.I, that with my swordQuarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's backWith ships made cities, condemn myself to lackThe courage of a woman; less noble mindThan she which by her death our Caesar tells'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,That, when the exigent should come- which nowIs come indeed- when I should see behind meTh' inevitable prosecution ofDisgrace 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 colour in thy cheek.EROS.The gods withhold me!Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,Though enemy, lost aim and could not?ANTONY [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]