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.

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!