Act 4 - Scene 14
The same. Another room.
Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS
Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Ay, noble lord.
Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
our eyes with air: thou hast seen
They are black vesper's pageants.
Ay, my lord,
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in
It does, my lord.
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
Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost, she, Eros, has
with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left
Ourselves to end ourselves.
O! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.
Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
Death of one person can be paid but once,
And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do
unto thy hand: the last she spake
Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!'
Then in the midst a tearing groan did
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Thy name so buried
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