Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 484 words
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To ' th' Monument: Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself: Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony, And word it (prithee) piteously. Hence Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death to ' th' Monument. Eros, thou yet beholdest me? I Noble Lord. Sometime we see a cloud that's Dragonish, A vapour sometime, like a Bear, or Lion, A toward Citadel, a pendant Rock, A forked Mountain, or blue Promontory Wh Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world, And mock our eyes with Air. Thou hast seen these Signs, They are black Vespers Pageants. I my Lord. That which is now a Horse, even with a thought the Rack dislimes, and makes it indistinct As water is in water. It does my Lord. My good Knave Eros, now thy Captain is Even such a body: here I am Anthony, 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 annexed unto't A Million more, (now lost:) she Eros has Packed Cards with Caesar's, and false played my Glory Unto an Enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not gentle Eros, there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. Oh thy vild Lady, she has robbed me of my Sword. No Anthony, My Mistress loved thee, and her Fortunes mingled With thine entirely. Hence saucy Eunuch peace, she hath betrayed me, And shall dye the death. Death of one person, can be paid but once, And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do Is done unto thy hand: the last she spoke Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony: Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Anthony: it was divided Between her heart, and lips: she rendered life Thy name so buried in her. Dead then? Dead. Unarm Eros, the long day's task is done, And we must sleep: That thou departest hence safe Does pay thy labour richly: Go. Off, pluck off, The sevenfold shield of Aiax cannot keep The battery from my heart. Oh 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. 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 farther. Now all labour Marres 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 Aeneas shall want Troops, And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros. What would my Lord?
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To' th' Monument: Mardian, go tell him I haue ſlaine my ſelfe: Say, that the laſt I ſpoke was Anthony, And word it (prythee) pitteouſly. Hence Mardian, And bring me how he takes my deah to' th' Monument. Eros, thou yet behold'ſt me? I Noble Lord. Sometime we ſee a clowd that's Dragoniſh, A vapour ſometime, like a Beare, or Lyon, A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke, A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie Wh Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world, And mocke our eyes with Ayre. Thou haſt ſeene theſe Signes, They are blacke Veſpers Pageants. I my Lord. That which is now a Horſe, euen with a thoght the Racke diſlimes, and makes it indiſtinct As water is in water. It does my Lord. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is Euen ſuch a body: Heere I am Anthony, Yet cannot hold this viſible ſhape (my Knaue) I made theſe warres for Egypt, and the Queene, Whoſe heart I thought I had, for ſhe had mine: Which whil'ſt it was mine, had annext vntoo't A Million moe, (now loſt:) ſhee Eros has Packt Cards with Caeſars, and falſe plaid my Glory Vnto an Enemies triumph. Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs Our ſelues to end our ſelues. Oh thy vilde Lady, ſhe has rob'd me of my Sword. No Anthony, My Miſtris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled With thine intirely. Hence ſawcy Eunuch peace, ſhe hath betraid me, And ſhall dye the death. Death of one perſon, can be paide but once, And that ſhe ha's diſcharg'd. What thou would'ſt do Is done vnto thy hand: the laſt ſhe ſpake Was Anthony, moſt Noble Anthony: Then in the midd'ſt a tearing grone did breake The name of Anthony: it was diuided Betweene her heart, and lips: ſhe rendred life Thy name ſo buried in her. Dead then? Dead. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done, And we muſt ſleepe: That thou depart'ſt hence ſafe Does pay thy labour richly: Go. Off, plucke off, The ſeuen-fold ſhield of Aiax cannot keepe The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my ſides. Heart, once be ſtronger then thy Continent, Cracke thy fraile Caſe. Apace Eros, apace; No more a Soldier: bruiſed peeces go, You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile. I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and Weepe for my pardon. So it muſt be, for now All length is Torture: ſince the Torch is out, Lye downe and ſtray no farther. Now all labour Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles It ſelfe with ſtrength: Seale then and all is done. Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me, Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand, And with our ſprightly Port make the Ghoſtes gaze: Dido, and her Aeneas ſhall want Troopes, And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros. What would my Lord?