1 Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine 2 does stand, 3 I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word 4 Straight, how 'tis like to go.
5 Swallows have built 6 In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers 7 Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly, 8 And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony 9 Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, 10 His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, 11 Of what he has, and has not.
Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight
Re-enter MARK ANTONY
12 All is lost; 13 This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: 14 My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder 15 They cast their caps up and carouse together 16 Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 17 'tis thou 18 Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart 19 Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; 20 For when I am revenged upon my charm, 21 I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone. Exit SCARUS 22 O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: 23 Fortune and Antony part here; even here 24 Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts 25 That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave 26 Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets 27 On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd, 28 That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am: 29 O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,-- 30 Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home; 31 Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,-- 32 Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, 33 Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. 34 What, Eros, Eros! Enter CLEOPATRA 35 Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
36 Why is my lord enraged against his love?
37 Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, 38 And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee, 39 And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: 40 Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot 41 Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown 42 For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let 43 Patient Octavia plough thy visage up 44 With her prepared nails. Exit CLEOPATRA 45 'Tis well thou'rt gone, 46 If it be well to live; but better 'twere 47 Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death 48 Might have prevented many. Eros, ho! 49 The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me, 50 Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage: 51 Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; 52 And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, 53 Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: 54 To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall 55 Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!