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Antony & Cleopatra
·IV xii 46 ·
Verse
Antony Antony. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep. [To MARDIAN] That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go. [Exit MARDIAN] Off, pluck off: The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides! Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace. No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne. From me awhile. [Exit EROS] I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture: since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done. Eros!.I come, my queen:.Eros!.Stay for me: Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her AEneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros! Eros. What would my lord? Antony. Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack The courage of a woman; less noble mind Than she which by her death our Caesar tells 'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros, That, when the exigent should come, which now Is come indeed, when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come: Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy cheek. Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, Though enemy, lost aim, and could not? Antony. Eros, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down His corrigible neck, his face subdued To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued? Antony. Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country. Antony. When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once; Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come. Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Antony. Lo thee! [Turning from him] Antony. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. My captain, and my emperor, let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. Antony. 'Tis said, man; and farewell. Antony. Now, Eros. Of Antony's death. [Kills himself] Antony. Thrice-nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction got upon me A nobleness in record: but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus [Falling on his sword] I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead? The guard, ho! O, dispatch me! |
In this scene, Antony receives word that his fleet has surrendered to Caesar without a fight, and he is convinced that Cleopatra has betrayed him by arranging this capitulation. Enraged and grief-stricken, he storms and rages against her, calling down curses and threatening violence. He declares that the treachery has undone him entirely, stripping away his identity as a soldier and a leader, and he vows that Cleopatra will pay dearly for what he believes to be her treachery. When Cleopatra herself approaches, Antony’s fury is so terrifying that she flees from him in fear for her life.
Cleopatra retreats to her monument, and her attendant Charmian advises her to lock herself inside and send word to Antony that she is dead. Recognizing that Antony’s rage makes him genuinely dangerous, Cleopatra agrees to this plan and sends the messenger Mardian to deliver the false news of her death to Antony. The scene ends with the deception set in motion, leaving Antony to receive the false report that the woman he both loves and blames for his ruin has already died, which will have devastating consequences for his actions in the scenes that follow.
Antony and Cleopatra follows the tragic downfall of Mark Antony, one of Rome’s three ruling triumvirs, who becomes consumed by his passionate love affair with Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt. The play opens with Antony already established in Alexandria, neglecting his Roman duties while reveling in the exotic pleasures of Cleopatra’s court. When news arrives that his wife Fulvia has died and that Pompey threatens Roman territories, Antony reluctantly returns to Rome, where he reconciles with Octavius Caesar and marries Caesar’s sister Octavia to strengthen their political alliance, temporarily abandoning Cleopatra.
Despite his marriage to Octavia, Antony cannot resist returning to Egypt and Cleopatra, effectively declaring war on Rome and Caesar. The political and personal tensions culminate in the naval Battle of Actium, where Cleopatra’s fleet flees mid-battle, and Antony, following her, seals both their military defeat and political doom. Back in Egypt, as Caesar’s forces close in, the lovers face their inevitable destruction with a series of miscommunications and desperate acts.
The tragedy reaches its climax when Cleopatra, fearing Antony’s rage, sends word that she has died. Devastated, Antony falls on his sword but survives long enough to be carried to Cleopatra’s monument, where he dies in her arms. Rather than face the humiliation of being paraded through Rome as Caesar’s prisoner, Cleopatra takes her own life by allowing an asp (cobra) to bite her. The play ends with Caesar’s arrival to find both lovers dead, and his recognition of their tragic grandeur, ordering them to be buried together with full honors.