• Enter ANTONY and EROS

    ANTONY

    Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

    EROS

                                                            Ay, noble lord.

    ANTONY

    Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
    A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,
    A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
    5A forkèd mountain, or blue promontory
    With trees upon ’t that nod unto the world
    And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs.
    They are black vesper’s pageants.

    EROS

                                                                      Ay, my lord.

    ANTONY

    That which is now a horse, even with a thought
    10The rack dislimns and makes it indistinct
    As water is in water.

    EROS

                                             It does, my lord.

    ANTONY

    My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
    Even such a body. Here I am Antony,
    Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
    15I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,
    Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine—
    Which whilst it was mine had annexed unto ’t
    A million more, now lost—she, Eros, has
    Packed cards with Caesar and false-played my glory
    20Unto an enemy’s triumph.
    Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us
    Ourselves to end ourselves.
  • ANTONY and EROS enter.

    ANTONY

    Eros, can you still see me?

    EROS

    Yes, noble lord.

    ANTONY

    Sometimes we see a cloud that looks like a dragon. Sometimes there’s a cloud like a bear or a lion, a castle, a floating rock, a craggy mountain. Or it might look like a blue cliff with trees on it that bow to the ground. These things fool our eyes by seeming solid, when they are actually only air. You’ve seen these illusions. They’re spectacles that appear at sunset.

    EROS

    Yes, my lord.

    ANTONY

    What looks like a horse is quick as thought disfigured by the wind, made as difficult to distinguish as water poured into water.

    EROS

    That’s true, my lord.

    ANTONY

    Eros, my young friend, your captain is now just like that cloud. Here and now I seem like Antony, but I can’t keep myself in this form, my boy. I went to war to save Cleopatra, whose love I thought I had, since she had mine—and mine carried with it a million others, those of my soldiers, now lost. The Queen conspired with Caesar to undermine my success and assure his victory. No, don’t cry, kind Eros. We still have the option of killing ourselves.