Antony and Cleopatra（Oxford World’s Classics）を使用。
CLEOPATRA O, Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse, for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?--
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'--
For so he calls me.
For her own person,
It beggar'd all description. She did lie
In her pavilion---cloth-of-gold of tissue---
O'erpicturing that Venus where we see
The fancy out-work nature; on each side her
Stood pretty, dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colored fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.
ANTONY O whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes,
By looking back what I have left behind
'Stroyed in dishonour.
CLEOPATRA O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have followed.
ANTONY Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
CLEOPATRA O, my pardon!
EROS Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
ANTONY (Turning from him ) Lo thee!
EROS My sword is drawn.
ANTONY Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
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!
(Eros stabs himself)
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death. He dies
ANTONY Thrice nobler than myself!
CLEOPATRA For his bounty,
There was no winter in't--an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping. His delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they liv'd in. In his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropped from his pocket.
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But if there be, or ever were one such,
It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with Fancy, yet t' imagine
An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst Fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.
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