Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
That makes the
weight: had I great Juno's power,
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's
side. Yet come a little,
Wishes were ever fools, O, come, come, come;
They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA
And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
would I wear them out.
A heavy sight!
I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
One word, sweet queen:
Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me:
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.
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 lived, 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
Now my spirit is going;
I can no more.
Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence
No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
MARK ANTONY dies
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n: young
boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
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