And if I have offended you, then kill me, But do not banish me.
|ANT. I must not hear you.||560|
CLEO. For pity hear me!
Would you cast off a slave who followed you?
Who crouched beneath your spurn? -- He has no pity!
|See, if he gives one tear to my departure,||565|
If he did ever love!
ANT. No more. ----- Alexas!
DOLA. A perjured villain!
ANT. (to CLEOPATRA). Your Alexas, yours!
|CLEO. Oh, 'twas his plot, his ruinous design,||570|
ANT. I have; I have.
CLEO. And if he clear me not -----
ANT. Your creature! one who hangs upon your smiles!
|Watches your eye, to say or to unsay||575|
CLEO. Then must we part? Farewell, my cruel lord!
Th' appearance is against me; and I go,
Unjustified, for ever from your sight.
|How I have loved, you know; how yet I love,||580|
Than when you loved me most: so well, so truly,
I'll never strive against it; but die pleased,
|To think you once were mine.||585|
ANT. Good heav'n, they weep at parting!
Must I weep too? That calls 'em innocent.
I must not weep; and yet I must, to think
That I must not forgive.
Live, but live wretched; 'tis but just you
And all the seas, betwixt your sundered loves:
View nothing common but the sun and skies.
|Now, all take several ways;||595|
CLEOPATRA, CHARMON, IRAS.
CHAR. Be juster, heav'n: such virtue punished thus,
Will make us think that chance rules all above, And shuffles, with a random hand, the lots
Which man is forced to draw.
CLEO. I could tear out these eyes, that gained his
Bear witness, gods, you heard him bid me go;
You, whom he mocked with imprecating vows
|Of promised faith! ----- I'll die; I will not bear it.||10|
You may hold me -----
But I can keep my breath; I can die inward,
And choke this love.
IRAS. Help, O Alexas, help!
The queen grows desperate; her soul struggles in her
|With all the agonies of love and rage,||15|
CLEO. Let me go.
Art thou there, traitor! -- Oh!
Oh, for a little breath, to vent my rage!
Give, give me way, and let me loose upon him.
ALEX. Yes, I deserve it, for my ill-timed
To place myself beneath the mighty flaw,
Thus to be crushed, and pounded into atoms,
|By its o'erwhelming weight? 'Tis too presuming||25|
CLEO. I would reason
More calmly with you. Did not you o'errule,
And force my plain, direct, and open love
|Into these crooked paths of jealousy?||30|
Has[t] pushed my boat to open sea; to prove,
At my sad cost, if thou canst steer it back.
|It cannot be; I'm lost too far; I'm ruined!||35|
Me down so low, that I want voice to curse thee.
ALEX. Suppose some shipwracked seaman near
|Dropping and faint, with climbing up the cliff,||40|
To draw the other's weight; would he look back,
And curse him for his pains? The case is yours;
But one step more, and you have gained the
CLEO. Sunk, never more to rise.
ALEX. Octavia's gone, and Dolabella banished.
Believe me, madam, Antony is yours.