Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; 28
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 32
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
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, 36
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, 40
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros! Eros!
Enter Cleopatra.
Ah! thou spell. Avaunt!
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? 44
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot 48
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. Exit Cleopatra.
'Tis well thou'rt gone, 52
29 charm: enchantress
34 spaniel'd: followed like a spaniel
40 crownet: coronet
41 right: true
50 diminutives: insignificant persons
