Page 2496 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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EROS
Most noble sir, arise, the queen approaches,
Her head’s declin’d, and death will seize her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue.
ANTONY
I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
EROS
Sir, the queen. [50]
ANTONY
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.
CLEOPATRA
O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought [55]
You would have follow’d.
ANTONY
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 [60]
Command me.
CLEOPATRA
O, my pardon!
ANTONY
Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
