<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 1><0%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<1%>
	There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 1><0%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<1%>
	Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 1><0%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<1%>
	Grates me; the sum.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<1%>
	How, my love!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<1%>
	Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
	Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space.
	Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike
	Feeds beast as man; the nobleness of life
	Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
<STAGE DIR>
<Embracing.>
</STAGE DIR>
	And such a twain can do 't, in which I bind,
	On pain of punishment, the world to weet
	We stand up peerless.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<2%>
	But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
	Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
	Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
	There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
	Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<2%>
	Fie, wrangling queen!
	Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
	To weep; whose every passion fully strives
	To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd.
	No messenger, but thine; and all alone,
	To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
	The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
	Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<5%>
	Against my brother Lucius?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<5%>
	Well, what worst?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<5%>
	When it concerns the fool, or coward. On;
	Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
	Who tells me true, though in his tale lay death,
	I hear him as he flatter'd.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<5%>
	Antony, thou wouldst say,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;
	Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
	Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
	With such full licence as both truth and malice
	Have power to utter. O! then we bring forth weeds
	When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us
	Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	Let him appear.
	These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
	Or lose myself in dotage.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	Where died she?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	Forbear me.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Second Messenger.>
</STAGE DIR>
	There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
	What our contempts do often hurl from us
	We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
	By revolution lowering, does become
	The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
	The hand could pluck her back that shov'd her on.
	I must from this enchanting queen break off;
	Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
	My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<6%>
	I must with haste from hence.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	I must be gone.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	She is cunning past man's thought.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	Would I had never seen her!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	Fulvia is dead.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	Fulvia is dead.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<7%>
	Dead.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<8%>
	The business she hath broached in the state
	Cannot endure my absence.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<8%>
	No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
	The cause of our expedience to the queen,
	And get her leave to part. For not alone
	The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
	Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too
	Of many our contriving friends in Rome
	Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
	Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
	The empire of the sea; our slippery people—
	Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
	Till his deserts are past—begin to throw
	Pompey the Great and all his dignities
	Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
	Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
	For the main soldier, whose quality, going on,
	The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding,
	Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
	And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
	To such whose place is under us, requires
	Our quick remove from hence.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	Now, my dearest queen,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	What's the matter?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	The gods best know,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	Cleopatra,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<9%>
	Most sweet queen,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<10%>
	How now, lady!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<10%>
	Hear me, queen:
	The strong necessity of time commands
	Our services awhile, but my full heart
	Remains in use with you. Our Italy
	Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius
	Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;
	Equality of two domestic powers
	Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to strength,
	Are newly grown to love; the condemn'd Pompey,
	Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
	Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
	Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
	And quietness, grown aick of rest, would purge
	By any desperate change. My more particular,
	And that which most with you should safe my going,
	Is Fulvia's death.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 1><SCENE 3><10%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<10%>
	She's dead, my queen:
	Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
	The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best,
	See when and where she died.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 1><SCENE 3><10%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<10%>
	Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
	The purposes I bear, which are or cease
	As you shall give the advice. By the fire
	That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
	Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war
	As thou affect'st.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 1><SCENE 3><10%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	My precious queen, forbear,
	And give true evidence to his love which stands
	An honourable trial.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	You'll heat my blood; no more.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	Now, by my sword,—
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	I'll leave you, lady.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	But that your royalty
	Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
	For idleness itself.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<11%>
	Let us go. Come;
	Our separation so abides and flies,
	That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
	And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
	Away!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 2><SCENE 2><18%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	If we compose well here, to Parthia:
	Hark ye, Ventidius.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	'Tis spoken well.
	Were we before our armies, and to fight,
	I should do thus.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	Thank you.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	Sit, sir.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	I learn, you take things ill which are not so,
	Or being, concern you not.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<19%>
	My being in Egypt, Cæsar,
	What was 't to you?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<20%>
	How intend you, practis'd?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 2><SCENE 2><19%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<20%>
	You do mistake your business; my brother never
	Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
	And have my learning from some true reports,
	That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
	Discredit my authority with yours,
	And make the wars alike against my stomach,
	Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
	Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
	As matter whole you n' have to make it with,
	It must not be with this.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 2><SCENE 2><20%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<20%>
	Not so, not so;
	I know you could not lack, I am certain on 't,
	Very necessity of this thought, that I,
	Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
	Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
	Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
	I would you had her spirit in such another:
	The third o' the world is yours, which with a snaffle
	You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 2><SCENE 2><20%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<20%>
	So much uncurbable, her garboils, Cæsar,
	Made out of her impatience,—which not wanted
	Shrewdness of policy too,—I grieving grant
	Did you too much disquiet; for that you must
	But say I could not help it.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 2><SCENE 2><20%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<21%>
	Sir,
	He fell upon me, ere admitted: then
	Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
	Of what I was i' the morning; but next day
	I told him of myself, which was as much
	As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
	Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
	Out of our question wipe him.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 2><SCENE 2><20%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<21%>
	No,
	Lepidus, let him speak:
	The honour's sacred which he talks on now,
	Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Cæsar;
	The article of my oath.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 2><SCENE 2><20%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<21%>
	Neglected, rather;
	And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up
	From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
	I'll play the penitent to you; but mine honesty
	Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
	Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
	To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
	For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
	So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
	To stoop in such a case.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 2><SCENE 2><21%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<22%>
	Thou art a soldier only; speak no more.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 2><SCENE 2><21%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<22%>
	You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 2><SCENE 2><22%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<22%>
	I am not married, Cæsar; let me hear
	Agrippa further speak.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 2><SCENE 2><22%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<22%>
	Will Cæsar speak?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 2><SCENE 2><22%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	What power is in Agrippa,
	If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,'
	To make this good?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 2><SCENE 2><22%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	May I never
	To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,
	Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand;
	Further this act of grace, and from this hour
	The heart of brothers govern in our loves
	And sway our great designs!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 2><SCENE 2><22%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey,
	For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
	Of late upon me; I must thank him only,
	Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
	At heel of that, defy him.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 2><SCENE 2><23%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	Where lies he?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 2><SCENE 2><23%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	What's his strength
	By land?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 2><SCENE 2><23%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	So is the fame.
	Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it;
	Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
	The business we have talk'd of.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 2><SCENE 2><23%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<23%>
	Let us, Lepidus,
	Not lack your company.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 2><SCENE 3><25%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	The world and my great office will sometimes
	Divide me from your bosom.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 2><SCENE 3><25%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	Good night, sir. My Octavia,
	Read not my blemishes in the world's report;
	I have not kept my square, but that to come
	Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 2><SCENE 3><25%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 2><SCENE 3><26%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	If you can, your reason?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 2><SCENE 3><26%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	Say to me,
	Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 2><SCENE 3><26%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<26%>
	Speak this no more.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 2><SCENE 3><26%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<27%>
	Get thee gone:
	Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Soothsayer.>
</STAGE DIR>
	He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap
	He hath spoken true; the very dice obey him.
	And in our sports my better cunning faints
	Under his chance; if we draw lots he speeds,
	His cocks do win the battle still of mine
	When it is all to nought, and his quails ever
	Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt;
	And though I make this marriage for my peace,
	I' the east my pleasure lies.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter Ventidius.>
</STAGE DIR>
	O! come, Ventidius,
	You must to Parthia; your commission's ready;
	Follow me, and receive 't.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 2><SCENE 6><32%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<32%>
	Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
	We 'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
	How much we do o'er-count thee.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 2><SCENE 6><32%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<33%>
	Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
	What it is worth embrac'd.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 2><SCENE 6><32%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<33%>
	That's our offer.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 2><SCENE 6><33%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<33%>
	I have heard it, Pompey;
	And am well studied for a liberal thanks
	Which I do owe you.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 2><SCENE 6><33%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<33%>
	The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
	That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither,
	For I have gain'd by 't.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 2><SCENE 6><33%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<34%>
	That will I, Pompey.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 2><SCENE 6><33%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<34%>
	You have heard much.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 2><SCENE 6><33%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<34%>
	And fair words to them.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 2><SCENE 6><34%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<34%>
	Show us the way, sir.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 2><SCENE 7><36%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<36%>
	Thus do they, sir. They take the flow o' the Nile
	By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know
	By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
	Or foison follow. The higher Nilus swells
	The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman
	Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
	And shortly comes to harvest.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	Ay, Lepidus.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	They are so.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is just so high as it is, and moves with it own organs; it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	Of it own colour too.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	'Tis so; and the tears of it are wet.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 2><SCENE 7><37%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<37%>
	With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 2><SCENE 7><38%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<38%>
	These quick-sands, Lepidus,
	Keep off them, for you sink.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 2><SCENE 7><39%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<39%>
	Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 2><SCENE 7><39%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<39%>
	It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho!
	Here is to Cæsar!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 2><SCENE 7><39%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<39%>
	Be a child o' the time.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 2><SCENE 7><39%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<39%>
	Come, let 's all take hands,
	Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
	In soft and delicate Lethe.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 2><SCENE 7><40%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<40%>
	And shall, sir. Give's your hand.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 3><SCENE 2><42%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<42%>
	No further, sir.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 96><ACT 3><SCENE 2><43%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<43%>
	Make me not offended
	In your distrust.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 97><ACT 3><SCENE 2><43%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<43%>
	You shall not find,
	Though you be therein curious, the least cause
	For what you seem to fear. So, the gods keep you,
	And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
	We will here part.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 98><ACT 3><SCENE 2><43%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<43%>
	The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring,
	And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 99><ACT 3><SCENE 2><43%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<43%>
	Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
	Her heart obey her tongue; the swan's downfeather,
	That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
	And neither way inclines.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 100><ACT 3><SCENE 2><44%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<44%>
	Come, sir, come;
	I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
	Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
	And give you to the gods.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 101><ACT 3><SCENE 2><44%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<44%>
	Farewell!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 102><ACT 3><SCENE 4><46%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<46%>
	Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,
	That were excusable, that, and thousands more
	Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd
	New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
	To public ear:
	Spoke scantly of me; when perforce he could not
	But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
	He vented them; most narrow measure lent me;
	When the best hint was given him, he not took 't,
	Or did it from his teeth.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 103><ACT 3><SCENE 4><46%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<46%>
	Gentle Octavia,
	Let your best love draw to that point which seeks
	Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour
	I lose myself; better I were not yours
	Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
	Yourself shall go between's; the mean time, lady,
	I'll raise the preparation of a war
	Shall stain your brother; make your soonest haste,
	So your desires are yours.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 104><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<47%>
	When it appears to you where this begins,
	Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults
	Can never be so equal that your love
	Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
	Choose your own company, and command what cost
	Your heart has mind to.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 105><ACT 3><SCENE 7><51%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<51%>
	Is it not strange, Canidius,
	That from Tarentum and Brundusium
	He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
	And take in Toryne? You have heard on 't, sweet?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 106><ACT 3><SCENE 7><52%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<51%>
	A good rebuke,
	Which might have well becom'd the best of men,
	To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
	Will fight with him by sea.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 107><ACT 3><SCENE 7><52%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<51%>
	For that he dares us to 't.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 108><ACT 3><SCENE 7><52%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<52%>
	By sea, by sea.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 109><ACT 3><SCENE 7><52%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<52%>
	I'll fight at sea.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 110><ACT 3><SCENE 7><52%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<52%>
	Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
	And with the rest, full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
	Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail,
	We then can do 't at land.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 111><ACT 3><SCENE 7><53%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<52%>
	Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
	Strange that his power should be. Canidius,
	Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
	And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship:
	Away, my Thetis!

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 112><ACT 3><SCENE 7><53%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<53%>
	Well, well: away!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 113><ACT 3><SCENE 8><54%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<53%>
	Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
	In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place
	We may the number of the ships behold,
	And so proceed accordingly.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 114><ACT 3><SCENE 1><55%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<55%>
	Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon 't;
	It is asham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither:
	I am so lated in the world that I
	Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship
	Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
	And make your peace with Cæsar.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 115><ACT 3><SCENE 1><55%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<55%>
	I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards
	To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
	I have myself resolv'd upon a course
	Which has no need of you; be gone:
	My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O!
	I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
	My very hairs do mutiny, for the white
	Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
	For fear and doting. Friends, be gone; you shall
	Have letters from me to some friends that will
	Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
	Nor make replies of loathness; take the hint
	Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
	Which leaves itself; to the sea-side straightway;
	I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
	Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now:
	Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
	Therefore I pray you. I'll see you by and by.
<STAGE DIR>
<Sits down.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 116><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<56%>
	No, no, no, no, no.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 117><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<56%>
	O fie, fie, fie!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 118><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<56%>
	Yes, my lord, yes. He, at Philippi kept
	His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck
	The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
	That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
	Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
	In the brave squares of war: yet now—No matter.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 119><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<56%>
	I have offended reputation,
	A most unnoble swerving.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 120><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<56%>
	O! whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
	How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
	By looking back what I have left behind
	'Stroy'd in dishonour.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 121><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<57%>
	Egypt, thou knew'st too well
	My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
	And thou shouldst tow me after; o'er my spirit
	Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
	Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
	Command me.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 122><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<57%>
	Now I must
	To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
	And palter in the shifts of lowness, who
	With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleas'd,
	Making and marring fortunes. You did know
	How much you were my conqueror, and that
	My sword, made weak by my affection, would
	Obey it on all cause.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 123><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<57%>
	Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
	All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss;
	Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
	Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
	Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows,
	We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 124><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><59%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<59%>
	Is that his answer?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 125><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><59%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<59%>
	The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
	Will yield us up?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 126><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><59%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<59%>
	Let her know't.
	To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,
	And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
	With principalities.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 127><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><59%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<59%>
	To him again. Tell him he wears the rose
	Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
	Something particular; his coin, ships, legions,
	May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail
	Under the service of a child as soon
	As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
	To lay his gay comparisons apart,
	And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
	Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 128><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><62%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<61%>
	Favours, by Jove that thunders!
	What art thou, fellow?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 129><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><62%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<61%>
	Approach there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods and devils!
	Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
	Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
	And cry, 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
	Antony yet.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 130><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><62%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<62%>
	Moon and stars!
	Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
	That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
	So saucy with the hand of—she here, what's her name,
	Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
	Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face
	And whine aloud for mercy; take him hence.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 131><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><62%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<62%>
	Tug him away; being whipp'd,
	Bring him again; this Jack of Cæsar's shall
	Bear us an errand to him.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus.>
</STAGE DIR>
	You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
	Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
	Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
	And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
	By one that looks on feeders?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 132><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><62%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<62%>
	You have been a boggler ever:
	But when we in our viciousness grow hard,—
	O misery on 't!—the wise gods seel our eyes;
	In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
	Adore our errors; laugh at 's while we strut
	To our confusion.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 133><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><63%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<62%>
	I found you as a morsel, cold upon
	Dead Cæsar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
	Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
	Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
	Luxuriously pick'd out; for, I am sure,
	Though you can guess what temperance should be,
	You know not what it is.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 134><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><63%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<63%>
	To let a fellow that will take rewards
	And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
	My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
	And plighter of high hearts. O! that I were
	Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
	The horned herd; for I have savage cause;
	And to proclaim it civilly were like
	A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
	For being yare about him.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 135><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><63%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<63%>
	Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 136><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><63%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<63%>
	If that thy father live, let him repent
	Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
	To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
	Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth,
	The white hand of a lady fever thee,
	Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Cæsar,
	Tell him thy entertainment; look, thou say
	He makes me angry with him; for he seems
	Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
	Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
	And at this time most easy 'tis to do 't,
	When my good stars, that were my former guides,
	Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
	Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
	My speech and what is done, tell him he has
	Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
	He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
	As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
	Hence with thy stripes; be gone!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 137><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><64%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<64%>
	Alack! our terrene moon
	Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
	The fall of Antony.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 138><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><64%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<64%>
	To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
	With one that ties his points?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 139><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><64%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<64%>
	Cold-hearted toward me?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 140><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><64%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<64%>
	I am satisfied.
	Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where
	I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
	Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
	Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like.
	Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
	If from the field I shall return once more
	To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
	I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
	There's hope in 't yet.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 141><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><64%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<64%>
	I will betreble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
	And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
	Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
	Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
	And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
	Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
	All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
	Let's mock the midnight bell.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 142><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><65%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<65%>
	We will yet do well.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 143><ACT 3><SCENE XI.— ><65%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<65%>
	Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
	The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen;
	There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight
	I'll make death love me, for I will contend
	Even with his pestilent scythe.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 144><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	He will not fight with me, Domitius.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 145><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	Why should he not?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 146><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	To-morrow, soldier,
	By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
	Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
	Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 147><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	Well said; come on.
	Call forth my household servants; let's to-night
	Be bounteous at our meal.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter three or four Servitors.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Give me thy hand,
	Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast thou;
	Thou; and thou, and thou: you have serv'd me well,
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 148><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	And thou art honest too.
	I wish I could be made so many men,
	And all of you clapp'd up together in
	An Antony, that I might do you service
	So good as you have done.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 149><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<66%>
	Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night,
	Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
	As when mine empire was your fellow too,
	And suffer'd my command.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 150><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<67%>
	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,
	I turn you not away; but, like a master
	Married to your good service, stay till death.
	Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
	And the gods yield you for 't!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 151><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<67%>
	Ho, ho, ho!
	Now, the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
	Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,
	You take me in too dolorous a sense,
	For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
	To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,
	I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
	Where rather I'll expect victorious life
	Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
	And drown consideration.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 152><ACT 4><SCENE 4><69%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<68%>
	Eros! mine armour, Eros!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 153><ACT 4><SCENE 4><69%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<68%>
	No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
<STAGE DIR>
<Enter Eros, with armour.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Come, good fellow, put mine iron on:
	If Fortune be not ours to-day, it is
	Because we brave her. Come.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 154><ACT 4><SCENE 4><69%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<69%>
	Ah! let be, let be; thou art
	The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 155><ACT 4><SCENE 4><69%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<69%>
	Well, well;
	We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
	Go put on thy defences.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 156><ACT 4><SCENE 4><69%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<69%>
	Rarely, rarely:
	He that unbuckles this, till we do please
	To daff 't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
	Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
	More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love!
	That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
	The royal occupation, thou shouldst see
	A workman in 't.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter an armed Soldier.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Good morrow to thee; welcome;
	Thou look'st like him that knows a war-like charge:
	To business that we love we rise betime,
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 157><ACT 4><SCENE 4><70%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<69%>
	'Tis well blown, lads.
	This morning, like the spirit of a youth
	That means to be of note, begins betimes.
	So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
	Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me;
	This is a soldier's kiss. <STAGE DIR>
<Kisses her.>
</STAGE DIR> Rebukeable
	And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
	On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
	Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
	Follow me close; I'll bring you to 't. Adieu.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 158><ACT 4><SCENE 5><70%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<70%>
	Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
	To make me fight at land!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 159><ACT 4><SCENE 5><70%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<70%>
	Who's gone this morning?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 160><ACT 4><SCENE 5><70%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<70%>
	What sayst thou?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 161><ACT 4><SCENE 5><71%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<70%>
	Is he gone?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 162><ACT 4><SCENE 5><71%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<70%>
	Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
	Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him—
	I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings;
	Say that I wish he never find more cause
	To change a master. O! my fortunes have
	Corrupted honest men. Dispatch. Enobarbus!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 163><ACT 4><SCENE 7><72%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<72%>
	Thou bleed'st apace.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 164><ACT 4><SCENE 7><72%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<72%>
	They do retire.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 165><ACT 4><SCENE 7><73%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<72%>
	I will reward thee
	Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
	For thy good valour. Come thee on.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 166><ACT 4><SCENE 8><73%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<73%>
	We have beat him to his camp; run one before
	And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
	Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
	That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
	For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
	Not as you serv'd the cause, but as 't had been
	Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
	Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
	Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
	Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
	The honour'd gashes whole. <STAGE DIR>
<To Scarus.>
</STAGE DIR> Give me thy hand:

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter Cleopatra, attended.>
</STAGE DIR>
	To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
	Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world!
	Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
	Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 167><ACT 4><SCENE 8><73%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<73%>
	My nightingale,
	We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey
	Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
	A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
	Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
	Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
	Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
	As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
	Destroy'd in such a shape.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 168><ACT 4><SCENE 8><74%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<74%>
	He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
	Like holy Phœbus' car. Give me thy hand:
	Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
	Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
	Had our great palace the capacity
	To camp this host, we all would sup together
	And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
	Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
	With brazen din blast you the city's ear,
	Make mingle with our rattling tabourines,
	That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
	Applauding our approach.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>


</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 169><ACT 4><SCENE X.— ><75%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<75%>
	Their preparation is to-day by sea;
	We please them not by land.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 170><ACT 4><SCENE X.— ><75%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<75%>
	I would they'd fight i' the fire or i' the air;
	We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
	Upon the hills adjoining to the city
	Shall stay with us; order for sea is given,
	They have put forth the haven,
	Where their appointment we may best discover
	And look on their endeavour.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 171><ACT 4><SCENE X.— ><76%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<76%>
	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.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 172><ACT 4><SCENE X.— ><76%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<76%>
	All is lost!
	This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me;
	My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
	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;
	For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
	I have done all. Bid them all fly; be gone.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Scarus.>
</STAGE DIR>
	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
	That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
	Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
	On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
	That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.
	O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,
	Whose eyes 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,
	Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.
	What, Eros! Eros!

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 173><ACT 4><SCENE X.— ><77%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<77%>
	Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
	And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,
	And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians;
	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.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Cleopatra.>
</STAGE DIR>
	'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,
	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
	Under this plot; she dies for 't. Eros, ho!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 174><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><78%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<78%>
	Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 175><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><78%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<78%>
	Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
	A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
	A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,
	A forked mountain, or blue promontory
	With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world
	And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
	They are black vesper's pageants.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 176><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><78%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<78%>
	That which is now a horse, even with a thought
	The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
	As water is in water.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 177><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><78%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<78%>
	My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
	Even such a body: here I am Antony;
	Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
	I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,
	Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine,
	Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto 't
	A million more, now lost; she, Eros, has
	Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false-play'd my glory
	Unto an enemy's triumph.
	Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
	Ourselves to end ourselves.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter Mardian.>
</STAGE DIR>
	O! thy vile lady;
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 178><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><78%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<78%>
	Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
	She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 179><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><79%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<79%>
	Dead, then?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 180><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><79%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<79%>
	Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
	And we must sleep. <STAGE DIR>
<To Mardian.>
</STAGE DIR> That thou depart'st hence safe,
	Does pay thy labour richly; go.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Mardian.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Off, pluck off:
	The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
	The battery from my heart. O! cleave, my sides;
	Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
	Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
	No more a soldier; bruised pieces, go;
	You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Eros.>
</STAGE DIR>
	I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
	Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
	All length is torture; since the torch is out,
	Lie down, and stray no further. Now all labour
	Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
	Itself with strength; seal then, and all is done.
	Eros!—I come, my queen.—Eros!—Stay for me:
	Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
	And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze;
	Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
	And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros! Eros!

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 181><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><79%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<79%>
	Since Cleopatra died,
	I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
	Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
	Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
	With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
	The courage of a woman; less noble mind
	Than she, which by her death our Cæsar tells
	'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,
	That, when the exigent should come,—which now
	Is come indeed,—when I should see behind me
	The inevitable prosecution of
	Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
	Thou then wouldst kill me: do 't; the time is come.
	Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
	Put colour in thy cheek.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 182><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<80%>
	Eros,
	Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
	Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
	His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
	To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
	Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
	His baseness that ensu'd?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 183><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<80%>
	Come, then; for with a wound I must be cur'd.
	Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
	Most useful for thy country.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 184><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<80%>
	When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then
	To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,
	Or thy precedent services are all
	But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 185><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<80%>
	Lo thee!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 186><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<80%>
	Then let it do at once
	The thing why thou hast drawn it.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 187><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	'Tis said, man; and farewell.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 188><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><80%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	Now, Eros.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 189><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><81%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	Thrice-nobler than myself!
	Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
	I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
	Have by their brave instruction got upon me
	A nobleness in record; but I will be
	A bridegroom in my death, and run into 't
	As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
	Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
<STAGE DIR>
<Falls on his sword.>
</STAGE DIR>
	I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
	The guard, ho! O! dispatch me.

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 190><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><81%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	I have done my work ill, friends: O! make an end
	Of what I have begun.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 191><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><81%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	Let him that loves me strike me dead.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 192><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><81%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<81%>
	Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
	Sufficing strokes for death.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 193><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><81%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<82%>
	When did she send thee?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 194><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><82%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<82%>
	Where is she?
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 195><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><82%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<82%>
	Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 196><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><82%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<82%>
	Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
	'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 197><ACT 4><SCENE XII.— ><82%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<82%>
	Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
	To grace it with your sorrows; bid that welcome
	Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
	Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up;
	I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
	And have my thanks for all.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt, bearing Antony.>
</STAGE DIR>

</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 198><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><83%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<83%>
	Peace!
	Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
	But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 199><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><83%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<83%>
	I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
	I here importune death awhile, until
	Of many thousand kisses the poor last
	I lay upon thy lips.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 200><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><83%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<83%>
	O! quick, or I am gone.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 201><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><84%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<84%>
	I am dying, Egypt, dying:
	Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 202><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><84%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<84%>
	One word, sweet queen.
	Of Cæsar seek your honour with your safety. O!
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 203><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><84%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<84%>
	Gentle, hear me:
	None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
</MARK ANTONY>

<SPEECH 204><ACT 4><SCENE XIII.— ><84%>
<MARK ANTONY>	<84%>
	The miserable change now at my end
	Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
	In feeding them with those my former fortunes
	Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world,
	The noblest; and do now not basely die,
	Not cowardly put off my helmet to
	My countryman; a Roman by a Roman
	Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
	I can no more.
</MARK ANTONY>

