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And see its inward mourning! Get thee hence! Ant. Wilt thou not live to speak some good Thou art not worthy to behold what now
of me? Becomes a Roman emperor to perform.
To stand by my fair fame, and guard the apAler. He loves her still ;
proaches His grief betrays it. Good ! the joy to find From the ill tongues of men ? She's yet alive completes the reconcilement : Vent. Who shall guard mine, I have saved myself and her. But oh! the Ro- For living after you? mans !
Ant. Say, I commanded it. Fate comes too fast upon my wit,
Vent. If we die well, our deaths will speak Hunts me too hard, and meets me at each dou
(Erit. And need no living witness. Vent. Would she had died a little sooner Ant. Thou hast loved me, though,
And fain I would reward thee. " I must die; Before Octavia went; you might have treated : Kill me, and take the merit of my death, Now 'twill look tame, and would not be received. To make thee friends with Cæsar. Come, rouse yourself, and let's die warm to- Vent. Thank your kindness! gether.
You said I loved you, and in recompense Ant. I will not fight; there's no more work You bid me turn a traitor! Did I think for war;
You would have used me thus! that I should The business of my angry hours is done.
die Vent. Cæsar is at your gates.
With a hard thought of you ! Ant. Why let him enter:
Ant. Forgive me, Roman. He's welcome now.
Since I have heard of Cleopatra's death, Vent. What lethargy has crept into your soul? My reason bears no rule upon my tongue,
Ant. 'Tis but a scorn of life, and just desire But lets my thoughts break all at random out. To free myself from bondage.
I have thought better; do not deny me twice. Vent. Do it bravely.
Vent. By heaven I will not ! Ant. I will, but not by fighting. Oh, Venti- Let it not be to outlive you. dius,
Ant. Kill me first, What should I fight for now? my queen is dead: And then die thou; for
'tis but just thou serve I was but great for her: my power, my empire, Thy friend before thyself. Were but my merchandise to buy her love,
Vent. Give me your handAnd conquered kings my factors. Now she's We soon shall meet again. Now farewell, emdead,
[Embrace. Let Cæsar take the world--
Methinks that word's too cold to be my last : An empty circle, since the jewels gone, Since death sweeps all distinctions, farewell, Which made it worth my strife: my being's
That's allFor all the bribes of life are gone away.
I will not make a business of a trifleVent. Would you be taken?
And yet I cannot look on you and kill you :
Pray turn your face.
Vent. I do indeed; Alone upon it : I'm weary of my part.
But think, 'tis the first time I e'er deceived you, My torch is out, and the world stands before me, If that may plead my pardon. And you, gods! Like a black desert at the approach of night: Forgive me, if you will; for I die perjured, I'll lay me down and stray no farther on. Rather than kill my friend.
(Dies. Vent. I could be grieved,
Ant. Farewell ! ever my leader, even in death! But that I'll not outlive you. Chuse your death, My queen and thou have got the start of me, For I have seen him in such various shapes, And I'm the lag of honour.-Gone so soon! I care not which I take: I'm only troubled Is death no more! He used him carelessly, The life I bear is worn to such a rag,
With a familiar kindness ; ere he knocked, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish indeed Ran to the door, and took him in his arms, We threw it from us with a better grace, As who should say, you're welcome at all hours, That, like two lions taken in the toils,
A friend need give no warning.--Books had spoilWe might at least thrust out our paws, and wound
ed him, The hunters, that enclose us.
For all the learned are cowards by profession. Ant. I have thought on it;
'Tis not worth Ventidius, you must live.
My further thought ; for death, for aught I know, l'ent, I inust not, sir.
Is but to think no more, Here's to be satisfied
[Falls on his sword.
I have miss'd my heart-Oh, unperforming hand! | And now to die each other's! and so dying,
swans, If he should find me living, and suspect
Too sweet to last. Were there so many hours That I play'd booty with my life! I'll mend For your unkindness, and not one for love! My work ere they can reach me.
Ant. No, not a minute--this one kiss—more (Rises upon his knees.
My lord! my lord ! speak, if you yet have being! And dead Ventidius by him.
Sign to me if you cannot speak! or cast Cleo. My fears were prophets ! I am come too One look! do any thing, that shows you live! late !
Irus. He is gone too far to hear you, Oh, that accursed Alexas ! [Runs to him. And this, you see, a lump of senseless clay, Ant. Art thou living?
The leavings of a soul. Or am I dead before I knew, and thou
Char. Remember, madam, The first kind ghost that meets me?
He charged you not to grieve. Cleo. Help me seat him !
Cleo. And I'll obey him. Send quickly, send for help!
I have not loved a Roman not to know [They place him in a chair. What should become his wife-his wife, my Ant. I am answered:
And now I'll not die less. Let dull Octavia A moment more with thee.
Survive, to mourn him dead: my nobler fate Cleo. How is it with you?
Shall knit our spousals with a tie, too strong Ant. 'Tis, as with a man
For Roman laws to break. Removing in a hurry; all packed up
Iras. Will you then die! But one dear jewel, that his haste forgot,
Cleo. Why shouldst thou make that question? And he for that returns upon the spur;
Iras. Cæsar is most merciful.So I come back for thee.
Cleo. Let him be so Cleo. Too long, ye heavens! you have been To those, that want his merey: My poor lord cruel to me!
Made no such covenant with him to spare me, Now shew your mended faith, and give me back when he was dead. Yield me to Cæsar's pride! His fleeting life!
What? to be led in triumph through the streets, Ant. It will not be, my love!
A spectacle to base plebeian eyes, I keep my soul by force.
While some dejected friend of Antony's, Say but thou art not false!
Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters Cleo. 'Tis now too late
A secret curse on her, who ruined him!
Char. Whatever you resolve,
Iras. I only feared
For you, but more should fear to live without Ant. And DolabellaCleo. Scarce esteemed before he loved, but Cleo. Why, now 'tis as it should be. Quick, hated now.
my friends, Ant. Enough! my life's not long enough for Dispatch! ere this the town's in Cæsar's hands : more.
My lord looks down concerned, and fears my Thcu say'st, thou wilt come after: I believe thee;
stay, For I can now believe whate'er thou say'st, Lest I should be surprised: That we may part more kindly.
Keep him not waiting for his love too long. Cleo. I will come;
You, Charmion, bring my crown and richest Doubt not, my life! I'll come, and quickly too!
jewels; Cæsar shall triumph o'er no part of thee. With them the wreath of victory I made
Ant. But grieve not, while thou stay'st, (Vain augury !) for him, who now lies dead : My last disastrous times !
You, Iras, bring the cure of all our ills.
(Erit CHAR. and IRAs. And not a moment lost, but all improved 'Tis sweet to die, when they would force life To the utmost joys! what ages have we lived !
To rush into the dark abode of death,
Coward flesh And seize him first ! If he be like my love, Wouldst thou conspire with Cæsar to betray me, He is not frightful sure !
As thou wert none of mine? I'll force thee to it, We are now alone, in secrecy and silence, And not be sent by him, And is not this like lovers? I may kiss
But bring myself, my soul, to Antony. These pale cold lips—Octavia does not see me; [Turns aside, and then shows her urm bloody. And, oh! 'tis better far to have him thus, Take hence: the work is done! Than see him in her arms !0 welcome, wel- Ser. Break ope the door,
And guard the traitor well.
Char. The next is ours. Enter CHARMION and IRAs, with the aspicks,&c.
Iras. Now, Charmion, to be worthy Char. What must be done ?
Of our great queen and mistress. Cleo. Short ceremony, friends;
[They apply the aspicks. But yet it must be decent. First, this laurel Cleo. Already, Death,
I feel thee in my veins; Shall crown my hero's head: he fell not basely, I go with such a will to find my lord, Nor left his shield behind him. Only thou That we shall quickly meet. Couldst triumph o'er thyself, and thou alone A heavy numbness creeps through every limb, Wert worthy so to triumph. .,
And now 'tis at my head: my eyelids fall
, Char. To what end
And my dear love is vanished in a mist! These ensigns of your pomp and royalty? Where shall I find him, where? oh! turn me to Cleo. Dull, that thou art! why, 'tis to meet
And lay me on his breast !_Cæsar, thy worst! As when I saw him first on Cydnos' bank, Now part us if thou canst.
[Dies. All sparkling like a goddess; so adorned,
[IRAS sinks down at her feet and dies ; CHARI'll find him once again; my second spousals
MION stands behind her chair, as dressing Shall match my first in glory. Haste, haste, both, her head. And dress the bride of Antony ! Char. 'Tis done.
Enter SERAPION, two Priests, ALEXAS bound, Cleo. Now seat me by my lord; I claim this
and Egyptians. place,
2 Priest. Behold, Serapion, what havoc death For I must conquer Cæsar too, like him,
has made! And win my share o'th' world. Hail, you dear Ser. 'Twas what I feared. relicks
Charmion, is this well done? Of my immortal Jove !
Chur. Yes, 'tis well done, and like a queen, Oh, let no impious hand remove you hence,
the last But rest for ever here ! let Egypt give
Of her great race. I follow her. [Sinks down. Dies. His death that peace, which it denied his life! Aler. 'Tis true, Reach me the casket.
She has done well : much better thus to die, Iras. Underneath the fruit the aspick lies. Than live to make a holiday in Rome. Cleo. Welcome, thou kind deceiver!
Ser. See how the lovers sit in state together, [Putting.aside the leaves. As they were giving laws to half mankind ! Thou best of thieves! who with an easy key The impression of a smile, left in her face, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,
Shows she died pleased with him, for whom she Even steal us from ourselves, discharging so
lived, Death's dreadful office better than himself, And went to charm him in another world. Touching our limbs so gently into slumber, Cæsar's just entering ; grief has now no leisure, That death stands by, deceived by his own image, Secure that villain, as our pledge of safety, And thinks himself but sleep.
To grace the imperial triumph. Sleep, blest Ser. The queen, where is she? [IVithin.
pair! The town is yielded, Cæsar's at the gates.
Secure from human chance, long ages out, Cleo. He comes too late to invade the rights While all the storms of fate fly o'er your tomb : of death,
And fame to late posterity shall tell, Haste, haste, my friend, and rouse the serpent's No lovers lived so great, or died so well. fury,
(Ezeunt, [Holds out her arm, and draws it back,
Poets, like disputants, when reasons fail, He does his best ; and if he cannot please,
By the fair sex, he begs to stand or fall.
drudge, For 'tis observed of every scribbling man, Which only has the wrinkles of a judge. He grows a fop as fast as e'er he can;
Let not the young and beauteous join with those; Prunes up, and asks his oracle, the glass, For should you raise such numerous hosts of foes, If pink or purple best becomes his face- Young wits and sparks he to his aid must call; For our poor wretch, he neither rails nor prays; 'Tis more than one man's work to please you all. Or likes your wit just as you like his plays; He has not yet so much of Mr Bayes.
SPOKEN BY A WOMAN.
The judge remov’d, though he's no more my lord, Thus far the poet,--but his brains grow addle;
Reasons as weak as theirs perhaps I bring,
Sign but his peace, he vows he'll ne'er again Yet now the bus'ness of the field is o'er; The sacred names of fops and beaux prophane. 'Tis time to let your civil wars alone,
Strike up the bargain quickly; for I swear,
As times go now, he offers very fair.
Take good advice, and please yourselves this day; To stretch the laws, as coblers do their leather.
Sent to the Author by an unknown hand, and proposed to be spoken by Mrs Monford, dressed like