Act
Four
Scene
Fourteen
Sub-Scene
One
Regrets,
I held a few...
Mark
the book off the shelf. He opened the page marked by the Queen.
It's almost
morning. I would have them gone.
And yet, no farther than a wanton’s bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread, it plucks it back again. ,
195 So loving and jealous of his liberty.
Romeo
and Juliet Act 2, Scene 2, Line 180.
“Cleop,
I will follow you into death. Mark spoke out. “I will weep until you forgive
me. It must be like this, since any more time spent alive is torture. Since the
light of my life is gone, I will end my life and go no further. Now, anything I
tried to do would only make matters worse. Yes, even strength defeats itself in
what it tries to do. Let me end it, then, and everything will be done.”
Mark
Antony was a man defeated in battle and love. Like Romeo, he was in love with
Juliet, and without her, he would rather be dead.
Irony:
that love makes us sinners at times. (Just my thought.).
“Wait
for me. In that place where souls sleep on flowers, we will walk hand in hand,
and ghosts will gaze at us because of our cheerful demeanour. No one will pay
attention to Mickey and Cleop, and the place will be ours.” Mark smiled.
“What
do you want, boss?" Eros appeared.
“My Queen
is dead, and my life has had such dishonour that even the gods hate how
disgraceful I am.” Mark sighed. “I, who divided the world into quarters and
drove across the green pastures to the high trees and to lay on the river bank,
had disgraced myself by having less courage than a woman.”
“Eros,
I fear living on. Her death tells Caesar that she is a Queen and no one may
conquer her. Julius never did, and in comparison, I shared her life. None of us
conquered her at all.”
“Eros,
you have sworn your loyalty to me, right?” Mark looked at Eros. “I am your
boss.”
Eros
nodded.
“You
would kill me on my command. Do it. The time has come. It is not me you strike
at, but Caesar who haunts me. His soul darkened mine. Shoot me and end Caesar’s
soul too.”
“I
cannot, Boss.” Eros wept.
“Pull
yourself together. Be the man before me.” Mark shouted. “Take my revolver and
shoot me.”
“I
am a man, boss. I …… May the gods prevent me! All of Caesar’s bullets missed
their target and could not kill you. How could I kill you instead? You are my
boss.”
“Eros,
would you rather look down from a window in Rome and see your master displayed
like this, with his arms tied, bending his neck in submission, his face subdued
by penetrating shame, while lucky Caesar's drove by, indicating to everyone
that the man who walked behind was disgraced?”
“No,
I will not look at it.” Eros tears came down his cheek. “I love you.”
“Draw
your gun. Shoot me now. You will have done me a great service.” Mark offered
the revolver from the holster. “Point it at my head. Do it, like a man.”
“No,
Boss. I cannot.” Eros took the revolver and then took a few steps back.
“Do
it immediately, or all your previous service to me was nothing but an accident,
not something you intended to do. Draw the gun and shoot.” Mark shouted. “Be
the man for once.”
“Boss,
turn away from me, please.” Eros said.
Mark
looked away.
“My
dear boss, my love, and my... God, before I strike this deadly stroke, let me
say goodbye to you.”
“And
it is goodbye from me too.” Mark smiled. The shot came, but there was no blood
on Mark’s face. He turned and saw Eros dead. He shot himself in the heart. He
committed suicide for his shame not to shoot the boos.
“Why?
Why?” Mark rushed towards Eros, but the other was dead.
“You
are nobler than I am. You are a better man than me... over many others.” Mark
cried. "Oh, brave Eros, you taught me how to do the things that I should
do and that you could not do.”
“To
these brave deeds, Cleop and Eros, you are forever in my heart. As you have
done, I will embrace death as willingly as a bridegroom embraces his bride and
seek it as eagerly as a lover's bed.”
Mark
grabbed the revolver used by Eros. Come then. Eros, I was once your master, but
now I am your student. I learned how to do this from you.”
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