EROS. My dear master, My captain and my emperor, let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. ANTONY. ’Tis said, man, and farewell. EROS. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? ANTONY. Now, Eros. EROS. Why, there then! [_kills himself_] Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony’s death. [_Dies._] 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 learned of thee. How? Not dead? Not dead? The guard, ho! O, dispatch me! Enter a company of the Guard, one of them Dercetus. FIRST GUARD. What’s the noise? ANTONY. I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end Of what I have begun. SECOND GUARD. The star is fallen. FIRST GUARD. And time is at his period. ALL. Alas, and woe! ANTONY. Let him that loves me strike me dead. FIRST GUARD. Not I. SECOND GUARD. Nor I. THIRD GUARD. Nor anyone. [_Exeunt guard._] DERCETUS. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Caesar with this tidings, Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes. DIOMEDES. Where’s Antony? DERCETUS. There, Diomed, there. DIOMEDES. Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? [_Exit Dercetus._] ANTONY. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword and give me Sufficing strokes for death. DIOMEDES. Most absolute lord, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. ANTONY. When did she send thee? DIOMEDES. Now, my lord. ANTONY. Where is she? DIOMEDES. Locked in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass. For when she saw— Which never shall be found—you did suspect She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead; But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come, I dread, too late. ANTONY. Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee. DIOMEDES. What, ho! The emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho! Come, your lord calls! Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony. ANTONY. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides. ’Tis the last service that I shall command you. FIRST GUARD. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. ALL. Most heavy day! ANTONY. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it, Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up. I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, And have my thanks for all. [_Exeunt, bearing Antony._] SCENE XV. Alexandria. A monument. Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras. CLEOPATRA. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. CHARMIAN. Be comforted, dear madam.