VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN. Good, my lord,— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't?) the wise gods seal* our eyes; FURY EXPELS FEAR. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge†; and I see still A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. ACT IV. EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE. THIS morning, like the spirit of a youth ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH VICTORY. A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS. Tend me to-night; May be, it is the period of your duty: Haply, you shall not see me more; or if, A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow You'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, * Close up. § Perhaps. † Ostrich. T + Armour of proof. I turn you not away; but, like a master LOATHED LIFE. O, sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge† upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O, sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands.-All come to this?--The hearts DEPARTING GREATNESS. The soul and body rive‡ not more in parting, Than greatness going off. ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, [signs; And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack § dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. * Reward. + Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed. + Split. The fleeting clouds. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave*, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH. Death of one person can be paid but once: Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS ON THE DEATH OF ANTONY. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women? And make death proud to take us. Come, away: * Servant. ACT V. DEATH. My desolation does begin to make To do that thing that ends all other deeds; CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony ;— O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! If it might please you,― Dol. Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature,— Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail† and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As platest dropp'd from his pocket. FIRM RESOLUTION. How poor an instrument * Servant. ↑ Crush. + Silver money. Inconstant. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have To praise my noble act; I hear him mock I give to baser life.-So, have you done? Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The gods themselves do weep! Cleo. * Make haste. This proves me base: |