TPTT The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
SCENE II. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
SCENE III. The same. Before the palace.
SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace.
SCENE V. Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.
SCENE VI. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps.
SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.
SCENE IX. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
SCENE X. Between the two camps.
SCENE XI. Another part of the same.
SCENE XII. Another part of the same.
SCENE XIII. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.
SCENE XIV. The same. Another room.
SCENE XV. The same. A monument.
ACT V
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SCENE XII. Another part of the same.
Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS
MARK ANTONY
      Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
      does stand,
      I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
      Straight, how 'tis like to go.
Exit
SCARUS
5     Swallows have built
      In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
      Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
      And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
      Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
10    His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
      Of what he has, and has not.
Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight
Re-enter MARK ANTONY
MARK ANTONY
      All is lost;
      This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
      My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
15    They cast their caps up and carouse together
      Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
      'tis thou
      Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
      Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
20    For when I am revenged upon my charm,
      I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.

Exit SCARUS

      O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
      Fortune and Antony part here; even here
      Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
25    That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
      Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
      On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
      That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
      O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,--
30    Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
      Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,--
      Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
      Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
      What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA

35    Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRA
      Why is my lord enraged against his love?
MARK ANTONY
      Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
      And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
      And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
40    Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
      Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
      For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
      Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
      With her prepared nails.

Exit CLEOPATRA

45    'Tis well thou'rt gone,
      If it be well to live; but better 'twere
      Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
      Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
      The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
50    Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
      Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
      And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
      Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
      To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
55    Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!
Exit
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