do mutiny, for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear and doting. Friends, be gone. You shall Have letters from me to some friends that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Nor make replies of loathness. Take the hint Which my despair proclaims. Let that be left Which leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway. I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little—pray you, now, Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command. Therefore I pray you. I’ll see you by and by. 

 [Sits down.] 

 Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian, Iras and Eros. 

Cleopatra

Charmian, Iras

Eros

 EROS. Nay, gentle madam, to him! Comfort him. 

 IRAS. Do, most dear queen. 

 CHARMIAN. Do! Why, what else? 

 CLEOPATRA. Let me sit down. O Juno! 

 ANTONY. No, no, no, no, no. 

 EROS. See you here, sir? 

 ANTONY. O, fie, fie, fie! 

 CHARMIAN. Madam. 

 IRAS. Madam, O good empress! 

 EROS. Sir, sir! 

 ANTONY. Yes, my lord, yes. He at Philippi kept His sword e’en like a dancer, while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and ’twas I That the mad Brutus ended. He alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war. Yet now—no matter. 

 CLEOPATRA. Ah, stand by. 

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