Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded 76
His baseness that ensu'd?
Eros. I would not see 't.
Ant. Come, then; for with a wound I must be cur'd.
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.
Eros. O, sir! pardon me. 80
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. 84
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee! [Turning from him.]
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once 88
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.
Ant. 'Tis said, man; and farewell. 92
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then; thus do I escape the sorrow Kills himself.
Of Antony's death.
Ant. Thrice-nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what 96
73 pleach'd: folded
74 corrigible: submissive
86 worship: dignity
