ANTONY
Yet they are not joined. Where yond pine does stand
I shall discover all. I’ll bring word
Straight how like to go.
SCARUS
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra’s sails their nests. The augurs
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
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.
ANTONY
All is lost!
This foul Egyptian betrayed me.
My fleet yielded to the foe, and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore!
sold me to this novice, and my heart
Makes only wars on . Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly! Be gone!
ANTONY
O sun, uprise shall I see no more.
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this! The hearts
That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar, and this pine is barked
That overtopped them all. Betray’d I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,
Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gypsy at fast and loose
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!
ANTONY
Ah, spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRA
Why is my lord enraged against his love?
ANTONY
Vanish, or I shall give deserving
And blemish Caesar’s triumph. Let him take
And hoist up to the shouting plebeians!
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all sex; most monster-like be shown
For poor’st diminutives, for dolts, and let
Patient Octavia plough visage up
With her prepared nails.
ANTONY
well thou’rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better ’twere
fell’st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.—Eros, ho!—
The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Teach me,
Alcides, mine ancestor, rage.
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’ th’ moon,
And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.
To the young Roman boy she sold me, and I fall
Under this plot. She dies for’t.—Eros, ho!