[Turning from him.]
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! [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