"Patience is fottifh, and impatience does. "Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin, "To rufh into the fecret house of death, "Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women? "What, what, good cheer! why, how now, Charmian? "My noble girls?ah, women, women! look, "Our lamp is spent, 'tis out- -good Sirs, take heart, "We'll bury him; and then what's brave, what's noble, "Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, "And make death proud to take us, Come away, This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold. [Exeunt bearing off Antony's body. ACT ง. SCENE Cæfar's Camp. 1. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecanas, Procu leius, Gallus, and train.. Caf. G O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; He mocks the pauses that he makes. Dol. Cæfar, I fhall. [Exit Dolabella. Enter Dercetas, with the fword of Antony. Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st Appear thus to us! Der. I am call'd Dercetas; ง Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy Beft to be ferv'd; whilft he stood up, and spoke,, He was my mafter, and I wore my life To spend upon his haters. If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Cæfar: if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life.. Caf. What is't thou fay'st? Der. I fay, oh Cæfar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing fhould make A greater crack. The round world fhould have fhook. Lions into civil streets, and citizens. Into their dens-The death of Antony Der. He is dead, Cæfar, Not by a public minifter of justice, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd Caf. Look you fad, friends: The gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding Agr. And ftrange it is, That nature muft compel us to lament Our most perfifted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours Weigh'd equal in him. Agr. A rarer fpirit never Did fteer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. Cæfar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's fet before him, He needs muft fee himself. Gef. O Antony! I've follow'd thee to this-but we do lance Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends, But I will tell you at fome meeter feafon.. The bufinefs of this man looks out of him, Whence are you ? Enter an Egyptian. Egypt. A poor Ægyptian yet; the Queen my miConfin'd in all she has, (her monument), Of thy intents defires inftruction; That the preparedly may frame herself Caf. Bid her have good heart! She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, Egypt. May the gods preferve thee. Caf. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and say, [ftrefs, [Exit. We purpose her no fhame; give her what comforts And with your speedieft bring us what the fays, Pro. Cæfar, I fhall. [Exit, Proculeius. Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, To fecond Proculeius? All. Dolabella! [Exit. Gallus, Caf Let him alone; for I remember now, [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to the monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Se leucus, above. Cleo, My defolation does begin to make Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change; Enter Proculeius. Pro. Cæfar fends greeting to the Queen of Egypt, And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'ft to have him grant thee. Cleo. What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. Antony Did tell me of you, bad me truft you; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trufting. If your master No lefs beg than a kingdom: if he please You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing; Who is fo full of grace, that it flows over On all that need. Let me report to him Cleo. Pray you tell him, I am his fortune's vaffal, and I fend him Pro. This I'll report, dear Lady. Have comfort; for I know your plight is pity'd Of him that caus'd it. [Here Gallus, and guard, afcend the monument by a ladder, and enter at a back window. * This line is inferted by Mr Warburton, to fupply a line lost. ↑ Praying in aid, is a law term, used for a petition made in a court of justice, for the calling in of help from another that hath an interest in the caufe in question. Gall. You fee how eafily fhe may be furpris'd. Iras. O Royal Queen! Char. Oh, Cleopatra! thou art taken, Queen.— Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands [Drawing a dagger. [The monument is open'd; Proculeius rushes in, and difarms the Queen. Pro. Hold, worthy Lady, hold : Do not yourself fuch wrong, who are in this Bereav'd, but not betray'd. Cleo. What, of death too, that rids our dogs of languish? Pro. Do not abufe my master's bounty, by Th' undoing of yourself: let the world fee Cleo. Where art thou, Death? Come hither, come; oh, come, and take a Queen Pro. Oh, temperance, Lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, Sir: I'll not fleep neither. This mortal house I'll ruin, Pro. You do extend Thefe thoughts of horror further than you shall SCENE III. Enter Dolabella, Del. Proculeius, What thou haft done thy master Cæfar knows, And he hath fent for thee. As for the Queen, |