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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have

Language: English


Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have 
Immortal longings in me: now no more 
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear 
Antony call; I see him rouse himself 
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock 
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title! 
I am fire and air; my other elements 
I give to baser life. So; have you done? 
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. 
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.

[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]

Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? 
If thou and nature can so gently part, 
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, 
Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world 
It is not worth leave-taking.

Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, 
The gods themselves do weep!

This proves me base:
If she first meet the curled Antony, 
He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss 
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou 
mortal wretch, 
[To an asp, which she applies to her breast]
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate 
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool 
Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, 
That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass 

Charmian. O eastern star!

Peace, peace! 
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, 
That sucks the nurse asleep?

O, break! O, break! 

As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, — 
O Antony! — Nay, I will take thee too. 
[Applying another asp to her arm] 
What should I stay —

Translation(s): FRE FRE GER

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [an adaptation] FRE by Walter Braunfels.

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Text added to the website: 2016-11-19.
Last modified: 2016-11-19 09:50:28
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Donne‑moi ma robe... Pose ma couronne......

Language: French (Français) after the English


— Donne-moi ma robe... Pose ma couronne... Je sens
en moi d’immortelles ardeurs. Désormais
le jus de la grappe d’Égypte ne mouillera plus ma lèvre...
Lestement, lestement, bonne Iras, vite ! Il me semble que j’entends
Antoine qui appelle ; je le vois se dresser pour
louer ma noble action ; je l’entends qui se moque
du bonheur de César, bonheur que les dieux accordent aux hommes
pour justifier leurs futures colères... Époux, j’arrive !
Qu’à ce nom si doux mon courage soit mon titre !
Je suis d’air et de feu ; mes autres éléments,
je les lègue à une plus infime existence... Bon... avez-vous fini ?
Venez donc, et recueillez la dernière chaleur de mes lèvres...
Adieu, bonne Charmion ! Iras, un long adieu !

( Elle les embrasse. Iras chancelle et tombe morte. )

Y a-t-il donc un aspic sur mes lèvres ? quoi, tu tombes ?
Si tu peux si doucement te séparer de la nature,
le coup de la mort est comme l’étreinte d’un amant,
qui blesse et qu’on souhaite... Es-tu donc immobile ?
Si tu t’évanouis ainsi, tu déclares au monde
qu’il n’est pas digne d’un adieu.

Nuages épais, dissolvez-vous en pluie, que je puisse dire :
Les dieux eux-mêmes pleurent !

Ceci m’accuse de lâcheté :
si elle rencontre la première Antoine dans son tourbillon,
il lui demandera de mes nouvelles en lui accordant ce baiser
qui est pour moi le ciel. Viens,
misérable tueur,
( À l’aspic qu’elle applique sur son sein. )
défais avec ta dent acérée le nœud ardu
de cette vie : pauvre bête venimeuse,
irrite-toi et dépêche... Oh ! que ne peux-tu parler,
pour que je t’entende appeler le grand César âne
stupide !

CHARMION. O étoile d’Orient !

Silence ! silence !
ne vois-tu pas mon enfant à la mamelle
qui tette sa nourrice en l’endormant ?

Oh ! finissons ! finissons !

Aussi suave qu’un baume, aussi doux que l’air,
aussi tendre...
Antoine ! Allons, je veux te prendre, toi aussi...
( Appliquant un autre aspic à son bras. )
Pourquoi resterais-je...
( Elle expire. )

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Text added to the website: 2016-11-29.
Last modified: 2016-11-29 12:47:17
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