ACT 4, SCENE 12: 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,                              [5]
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:                                                    [10]
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;                                          [15]
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                              [20]
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,--                                    [25]
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!                                                                                        [30]

[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                                              [35]
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                                                       [40]
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;                                  [45]
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]


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