Page 2530 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Straight, how ’tis like to go.
(Exit.)

SCARUS
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra’s sails their nests. The augurers
Say, they know not, they cannot tell, look grimly, [5]

And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected, and by starts
His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear

Of what he has, and has not.

(Re-)enter Antony.

ANTONY
All is lost:
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: [10]
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: [15]
For when I am reveng’d upon my charm,

I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.
(Exit Scarus.)
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 [20]
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, [25]
Whose eye beck’d forth my wars, and call’d them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, that at fast and loose
Beguil’d me, to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!