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I have done all.-Bid them all fly; be gone. They are black vesper's pageants. [Excit SCARUS. Eros.

Ay, my lord. O sun ! thy uprise shall I see no more :

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with Fortune and Antony part here; even bere

Do we shake hands.-All come to this ? ---The hearts The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave As water is in water.
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets


It does, my lord. On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd, Ant. My good & knave, Eros, now thy captain is That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am. Even such a body: here I am Antony, O this false 1 spell of Egypt! this great charm, Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call’d them I made these wars for Egypt, and the queen, home;

Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine, Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't Like a right gipsy, hath, at "fast and loose, A million more, now lost: she, Eros, bas Beguild me to the very heart of loss.

Pack'd cards with Cæsar's, and false play'd my glory What, Eros! Eros!

Unto an enemy's triumph.-

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

Ourselves to end ourselves.-0, thy vile lady!
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt !
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?

Enter Mardian.
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, She has robb'd me of my sword.
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, Mar.

No, Antony; And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians : My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot

With thine entirely. Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown


Hence, saucy eunuch: peace ! For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once, With her prepared nails.

[Exit CLEO. And that she has discharg'd. What thou would'st do,

'Tis well thou'rt gone, Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake If it be well to live ; but better 'twere

Was, Antony! most noble Antony ! Thou fell'st Sunder my fury, for one death

Then, in the midst a tearing groan did break Might have prevented many.--Eros, ho!

The name of Antony ; it was divided The shirt of Nessus is upon me : teach me, Between her heart and lips. She render'd life, Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Thy name so buried in her. Let me lodge "Lichas on the horns o' the moon; Ant.

Dead, then ? .And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, Mar.

Dead. Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die : Ant. Unarm 5 me, Eros: the long day's task is To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I full done, Under this plot; she dies fort.-Eros, ho! [Exit. And we must sleep.-That thou depart'st hence safe,

Does pay thy labor richly; go.-[Exit MARDIAN. SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Off, pluck off: Enter CLEOPATRA, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. The battery b from my heart. O, cleave, my sides !

The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep Cleo. Help me, my women! O! he is more mad Heart, once be stronger than thy i continent, Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Crack thy frail case!-Apace, Eros, apace.Was never so emboss'd.

No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go; Char.

To the monument ! You have been nobly borne.From me a while. There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.

[Exit EROS. The soul and body rive not more in parting,

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Than greatness going off.

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

To the monument ! All length is torture: since the torch is out, Mardiun, go tell him I have slain myself;

Lie down, and stray no farther. Now all labor Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,

Murs what it does; yea, very force entangles And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence,

Itself with strength : seal then, and all is done.Mardian, and bring me how he takes my death. Eros !-I come, my queen.--Eros !-Stay for me : To the monument !

[Exeunt. Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: SCENE XII.—The Same. Another Room. Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,

And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros! Eros!
Enter ANTONY and Eros.

Re-enter Eros.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me.

Ay, noble lord.

Eros. What would my lord ?
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, I have liv'd in such dishonor, that the gods


Since Cleopatra died A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword A forked mountain, or blue promontory

Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, [signs; With ships made cities, condemn myself to luck And muck our eyes with air: thou hast seen these Than she, which by her death our Cæsar tells,

The courage of a woman; less noble 6minded "My crownet," i. e., the croron of my endeavors. 5" Fast and loose," a juggling gnme, practised by the gipsies, "" The rack dislimns," i. e., the fleeting clouds destroy now called pricking at the beli" For poor'st diminutives," the picture. - Knave was familinrly used for servant. i. e., for the smallest piece of money. Lichas, the boy "From," i, e., proceeding from.-" Thy continent," 1. e., that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules.--" Emboss'd," the thing that contains thee.-** All length," i. e, all length L e., fuaming at the mouth.

or extension of life.

(wliat, ho!

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

That when the exigent should come, (which now Dio. Where's Antony?
Is come indeed) when I should see behind me

Der. There, Diomed; there.
The inevitable prosecution of

Dio. Lives he? Disgrace and horror, that on my command

Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS. Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is come.

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeatest.

and give me Put color in thy cheek.

Sufficing strokes for death.
The gods withbold me!


Most absolute lord, Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,

My mistress, Cleopatra, sent me to thee. Though enemy, lost aim, and could not ?

Ant. When did she send thee?


Now, my lord. Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see Ant.

Where is she! Thy master thus with a pleach'd arms, bending down Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a propheHis ocorrigible neck, his face subdued

sying fear To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd sent

Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded (Which never shall be found) you did suspect His baseness that densued ?

She had 'compos'd' with Cæsar, and that your rage Eros.

I would not see't.

Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead, Ant. Come, then ; for with a wound I must be But, fearing since low it might work, buth sent cur'd.

Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn

I dread, too late.

[pr’ythee. Most useful for thy country.

Ant. Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I Eros.

O, sir ! pardon me. Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, Ant. When I did make thee free, swor’st thou not. Come; your lord calls.

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

Enter some of the Guard. Or thy precedent services are all

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.

bides ; Eros. Turn from me, then, that noble countenance,

'Tis the last service that I shall command you. Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.

1 Guard. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live

(to wear Ant. Lo thee! [ Turning his face from him. All your true followers out. Eros. My sword is drawn.


Most beavy day! Ant. Then, let it do at once

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp The thing why thou hast drawn it.

fate Eros.

My dear master,

To grace it with your sorrows : bid that welcome My captain, and my emperor, let me say,

Which comes to punish us, and we punish it, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up: Ant. 'Tis said, man; and farewell.

I have led you oft ; carry me now, good friends, Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? And have my thanks for all. Ant. Now, Eros.

[ Exeunt, bearing AFTOST. Eros. Why, there then.- [Falls on his Sword.] Thus do I escape the sorrow

SCENE XIII.—The Same. A Monument Of Antony's death.

[Dies. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself!

Enter, above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras. Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros! wbat

Cleo. O Charmian! I will never go from bence. I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and Eros Char. Be comforted, dear madam. Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me

Cleo. A nobleness in record : but I will be

All strange and terrible events are welcome, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't

But comforts we despise : our size of sorrow,
As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
(Falling on his Sword. As that which makes it.—How now! is he dead?

Enter, 3 below, DIOMEDES.
I learn'd of thee.-How ! not dead ? not dead 1 -
The guard !-how 1-0, despatch me!

Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.

Look out o' the other side your monument,
Enter DERCETAS and Guard.

His guard have brought him thither. 1 Guard.

What's the noise ? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends: O! make

Enter, below, Antony, borne by the Guard. Of what I have begun.

[an end

Cleo. O sun, 2 Guard. The star is fallen.

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in !-darkling 1 Guard. And time is at his period.

stand, All.

Alns, and woe! 5 Thou varying shore o' th' world. Antons, Az Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help: help, friends 1 Guard.

Not I. Below; let's draw him hither. 2 Guard. Nor I.


Peace! 3 Guard. Nor any one. [ Exeunt Guard. Not Cæsar's valor both o'erthrown Antony,

Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. But Antony's bath triumph'd on itself. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings,

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Shall enter me with him.

Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only ""Plench:1,"i. e., folded. -- " Corrigible," i, e., corrected. I here importune death a while, until - Penetrative for prnetrating.-d." His haseness that rn. sued," i. e., the baseness of him that followed. "The worship," i. e., the dignity ; the honor,

["Compos'd," i. c., arranged ; agreet.

No, I will not

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of many thousand kisses the poor last

To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, I lay upon thy lips.

Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Cleo. I dare not, dear,

Patience is soutish, and impatience does (Dear my lord, pardon) I dare not,

Become a dog that's mad; then is it sin, Test I be a taken : not the imperious show

To rush into the secret house of death, of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall

Ere death dare come to us !--How do you, women ? Bebbrooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian! Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe.

My noble girls! Ah, women, women! look, Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,

Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart: And still "condition, shall acquire no honor

[To the Guard below. Demurring upon me.—But come, come, Antony - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,

what's noble, Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up. Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, Assist, good friends.

And make death proud to take us. Come, away: Ant.

O! quick, or I am gone. This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Cleo. Here's "port, indeed !-How heavy weighs Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend Our strength is all gone into heaviness, (my lord! But resolution, and the briefest end. That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power, [Exeunt; those above bearing off' Antony's Body. The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little ;Wishers were ever fools.-0! come, come, come;

ACT Y. [They draw ANTONY up. And welcome, welcome ! die, where thou hast liv'd: SCENE I.-CÆSAR's Camp before Alexandria. • Quicken with kissing : had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.

Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, Mecænas, AN. A heavy sight.

GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others. Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. Being 80 & frustrate, tell him, that he mocks

Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, The pauses that he makes, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DolaBELLA. Provok'd by my offence. Ant. One word, sweet queen.

Enter DERCETAS, with the Srcord of ANTONY. or Cæsar seek your honor with your safety.-0!

Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Cleo. They do not go together.

Appear thus to us ?


Gentle, hear me.

I am call'd Dercetas.
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy

Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;

He was my master, and I wore my life,
None about Cæsar.
Ant. The miserable change now at my end

To spend upon his baters. If thou please

To take me to thee, as I was to him Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts,

I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, In feeding them with those my former fortunes,

I yield thee up my life. Wherein I liv'd the greatest prince o' the world,


What is't thou say'st ? The noblest; and do now not basely die,

Der. I say, O Cæsar! Antony is dead. Nor cowardly put off my helmet to

Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make My countryman, a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going;

A greater crack : the round world should have shook I can no more.

Lions into civil streets,

[ Dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die ?

And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide

Is not a single doom: in the name lay

A moiety of the world, In this dull world, which in thy absence is


He is dead, Cæsar ;
No better than a stye?-0! see, my women,
The crown of the earth doth melt. My lord !

Not by a public minister of justice, 0! wither'd is the garland of the war,

Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys, and girls, Hath, with the courge which the heart did lend it,

Which writ his honor in the acts it did, Are level now with men; the odds is gone,

6Split thar telf noble heart. This is his sword; And there is nothing left remarkable

I robb’d his wound of it: behold it, stain'd
Beneath the visiting moon.

O, quietness, lady!

With his most noble blood.

Cæs. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.

Look you sad, friends ? Char.


The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings

Madam!- To wash the eyes of kings.

And strange it is,
Char. O madam, madam, madam!

Royal Egypt! | Our most persisted deeds.

That nature must compel us to lament Empress!


His taints and honors Char. Peace, peace, Iras! Cleo. No more, bute'en a woman; and commanded Weighed equal with him.


A rarer spirit never By such poor passion as the maid that milks,

Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us And does the meanest 'chares. It were for me

Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd. To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;

Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,

He needs must see himself, • Cleopatra menns that she dare not come down out of Cæs.

O Antony ! the monument to Antony.--"Be brooch'd," i. e. be orna Have I follow'd thee to this ?--but we do lance mentrd, adorned. -- "still condition," i. e., sedate disposition. "Demurring," i. e., looking gravely. "Quicken," i e., revive.- "Chares," i. e., chores.

6 Frustrate for frustrated._." But it is, " 1 e., if it be not.

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Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce

Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, Have shown to thee such a declining day,

That majesty, to keep decorum, must
Or look on thine: we could not stall together No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
In the whole world. But yet let me lament, To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, He gives me so much of mine own, as I
That thou, my brother, my competitor

Will kneel to him with thanks.
In top of all design, my mate in empire,


Be of good cheer; Friend and companion in the front of war, You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing. The arm of mine own body, and the heart Make your full reference freely to my lord, Where mine * bis thoughts did kindle, that our stars, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over Unreconcileable should divide

On all that need. Let me report to him Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends, Your sweet dependancy, and you shall find But I will tell you at some meeter season :

A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness, Enter a Messenger.

Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Cleo.5 The business of this man looks out of him;

Pray you, tell him

I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis- A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly

The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
Confind in all she has, her monument, (tress, Look him i' the face.
of thy intents desires instruction,


This I'll report, dear lady. That she preparedly may frame herself

Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied To the way she's forced to.

of him that caus'd it. Cæs.

Bid her have good heart : She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,

Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd. How honorable and how kindly we

[PROCUleius, and two of the Guard, ascend

the Monument by a ladder, and come bekind Determine for her; for Cæsar cannot live To be ungentle.

CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard xabar Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. Guard her till Cæsar come.

and open the Gates. Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius. Go, and say,

[ To PROCULEIUS and the Guard. Exit Galles, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts

Iras. Royal queen! The quality of her passion shall require,

Char. O'Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Lest in her greatness by some mortal stroke She do defeat us; for her life in Rome

Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

[Drawing a Dagger Would be eternal in our triumph. Go,

Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold! [ Disarus her. And with your speediest bring us what she says, And how you find of her.

Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit PROCULEIUS.

Reliev'd, but not betray'd.
Cæs. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, That rids our dogs of languish ?


What, of death, too, To second Proculeius ?



Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employed: he shall in time be ready.

Th' undoing of yourself: let the world see

His nobleness well aeted, which your death Go with me to my tent, where you shall see

Will never let come forth. How hardly I was drawn into this war,


Where art thou, death! How calm and gentle I proceeded still

Come hither, come ! come, come, and take a queta In all my writings. Go with me, and see What I can show in this.


Worth many babes and beggars !

0! temperance, lady SCENE II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Monu- If idle talk will once be ?accessary,

Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;

I'll not sleep neither. This mortal house I'll ruz, Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.

Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Cleo. My desolation does begin to make

Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court,

Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar:

of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,

And show me to the shouting varletry A minister of her will; and it is great

Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;

Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud

Lay me stark nak'd, and let the water flies Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,

Blow me into abhorring ! father make
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS, And hang me up in chains !
Gallus, and Soldiers.


You do extend Pro: Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt; These thoughts of horror farther, than you sball And bids thee study on what fuir demands

Find cause in Cæsar.
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.

Cleo, 3
What's thy name? Dol.

Pro, My name is Proculeius.

What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, Cleo.


And be hath sent for thee: for the queen,
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I'll take her to my guard.
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master

• As for that." I send him the greatness he has to • His for its - "Knave," i. e, servant,

i. e., I give him the honor which he has himself achiered.** Varletry," i. e., rabble.

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So, Dolnbella,

The record of what injuries you did us,
It shall content me best: be gentle to her. Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please, As things but done by chance.

Sole sir o' the world, If you'll employ me to him.

I cannot project mine own cause so well

Say, I would die. To make it clear; but do confess I have
[Exeunt PROCULEIUS, and Soldiers. Been laden with like frailties, which before
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Have often sham'd our sex.
Cleo. I cannot tell.


Cleopatra, know, Dol.

Assuredly, you know me. We will extenuate rather than enforce : Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. If you apply yourself to our intents, You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; (Which towards you are most gentle) you shall find Is't not your trick ?

À benefit in this change; but if you seek Dol.

I understand not, madam. To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony: Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself 0, such another sleep, that I might see

of my good purposes, and put your children But such another man!

To that destruction which I'll guard them from, Dol.

If it might please you, If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. [and we Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein Cleo. And may through all the world: 'tis yours; stuck

Your scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall A sun, and moon, which kept their course, and lighted Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. The little 0, the earth.

Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Dol.

Most sovereign creature, - Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued ; * Crested the world; his voice was propertied

2 [Showing a Paper. As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus ? But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, Sel. Here, madam. He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,

Cleo. This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord, There was no winter in't ; an autumn 'twas, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd That grew the more by reaping : his delights To myself nothing.-Speak the truth, Seleucus. Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above Sel. Madam, The element they liv'd in; in his livery [were I had rather seal my lips, than to my peril Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands Speak that which is not. As plates dropp'd from his pocket.


What have I kept back ? Dol.

Cleopatra, Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a known. As this I dream'd of ?

[man Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Dol. Gentle madam, no.

Your wisdom in the deed. Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods : Cleo.

See, Cæsar! 0, behold, But, if there be, or ever were one such,

How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours, It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff And should we shift estates, yours would be mine. To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine The ingratitude of this Seleucus does An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Even make me wild.- slave, of no more trust Condemning shadows quite.

Than love that's hir'd —What! goest thou back ? Dol.

Hear me, good madam. thou shalt Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, As answering to the weight: would I might never Though they had wings. Slave, soul-less villain, dog! O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,

o'rarely base! By the rebound of yours, a grief that "smites

Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you. My very heart at root.

Cleo. O Cæsar! what a wounding shame is this; Cleo. I thank you, sir.

That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Doing the honor of thy lordliness

Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,-

& Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Dol.

Though he be honorable,- Addition of his benvy! Say, good Cæsar, Cleo. He'll lead me, then, in triumph ?

That I some lady trifles have reserv'd, Dol. Madam, he will; I know't.

Immoment toys, things of such dignity Wilhin. Make way there !-Cæsar!

As we greet k modern friends withal; and say,

Some nobler token I have kept apart
SELEUCUS, and Attendants.

For Livia, and 'Octavia, to induce
Cæs. Which is the queen of Egypt?

Their mediation, must I be unfolded

[me Dol. It is the emperor, madam.

m With one that I have bred? Ye gods! it smites

Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; [CLEOPATRA kneels.

ÎTO SELEUCUS. Cæs. Arise, you shall not kneel.

Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
I pray you, rise, rise, Egypt,

Sir, the gods

Through th' ashes of mischance.-Wert thou a man,

Thou would'st have mercy on me. Will have it thus: my master and my lord

Cæs. I must obey

Forbear, Seleucus. [Exit SELEUCUS. Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts :

"Project," I. e., delineate; shape; form.—1 * Rarely

base," 1. é, base beyond example.- Parcel," i. e, add up. "Crested," i. e, surmounted." To quail," i. e., to . " His envy." i. e., his malice.- "Immoment," i. e., tri. crush.-*** Crownets," i. e., coronets. Plates mean silver fling.--"Modern," i. e., common; ordinary.- Livia and coins.

Octavia," Cæsar's wife and sister. With for by.

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