Page 2533 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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They are black vesper’s pageants
EROS
Ay, my lord.
ANTONY
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct [10]
As water is in water.
EROS
It does, my lord.
ANTONY
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, [15]
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine:
Which whilst it was mine, had annex’d unto’t
A million more, now lost: she, Eros, has
Pack’d cards with Cæsar, and false-play’d my glory
Unto an enemy’s triumph. [20]
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
Enter Mardian.
O, thy vile lady!
She has robb’d me of my sword.
MARDIAN
No, Antony.
My mistress lov’d thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.
ANTONY
