ACT IV
SCENE XII Another part of the same.


 [Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS]

MARK ANTONY Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
 does stand,
 I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
 Straight, how 'tis like to go.

 [Exit]

SCARUS Swallows have built
 In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
 Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
 And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
 Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
 His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
 Of what he has, and has not.

 [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]

 [Re-enter MARK ANTONY]

MARK ANTONY All is lost;
 This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
 My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
 They cast their caps up and carouse together
 Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
 'tis thou
 Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
 Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
 For when I am revenged upon my charm,
 I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.

 [Exit SCARUS]

 O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
 Fortune and Antony part here; even here
 Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
 That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
 Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
 On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
 That 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 gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
 Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
 What, Eros, Eros!

 [Enter CLEOPATRA]

 Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!

CLEOPATRA Why is my lord enraged against his love?

MARK ANTONY Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
 And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
 And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
 Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
 Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
 For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
 Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
 With her prepared nails.

 [Exit CLEOPATRA]

  'Tis well thou'rt gone,
 If it be well to live; but better 'twere
 Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
 Might 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' the moon;
 And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
 Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
 To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
 Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!

 [Exit]




 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA


ACT IV