Antony and Cleopatra

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 4 Scene 14
No Fear Act 4 Scene 14 Page 7

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Exit DERCETUS
DERCETAS exits.

ANTONY

Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword and give me
120Sufficing strokes for death.

ANTONY

Is that you, Diomedes? Draw your sword and give me enough blows to kill me.

DIOMEDES

                                                    Most absolute lord,
My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

DIOMEDES

Most powerful lord, my mistress Cleopatra sent me to you.

ANTONY

When did she send thee?

ANTONY

When did she send you?

DIOMEDES

                                                  Now, my lord.

DIOMEDES

Just now, my lord.

ANTONY

                                                                                Where is she?

ANTONY

Where is she?

DIOMEDES

Locked in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
Of what hath come to pass. For when she saw—
125Which 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,
130I dread, too late.

DIOMEDES

Locked in her tomb. She had a premonition of what has actually happened. She saw that you suspected her of negotiating a treaty with Caesar—which never will be true. Afraid that your anger would not subside, she sent you word she was dead. But later, fearing how that news might affect you, she sent me to tell you the truth. I’m afraid I’ve come too late.

ANTONY

Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.

ANTONY

Too late, good Diomedes. Call my guard, please.

DIOMEDES

What ho, the Emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho!
Come, your lord calls!

DIOMEDES

Hey out there! Emperor’s guards! Guards, hey! Come! Your lord calls for you!
Enter four or five of the GUARD of Antony
Four or five of Antony’s GUARDS enter.

ANTONY

Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides.
135’Tis the last service that I shall command you.

ANTONY

Carry me, good friends, to where Cleopatra is. It’s the last command I shall ever give you.

FIRST GUARD

Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
All your true followers out.

FIRST GUARD

We’re very sorry, sir, that you may not live to wear us out with your commands.