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On pain of punishment, the worid to weet,
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. We stand up peerless.
dler. We'll know all our fortunes. Cleo. Excellent falsehood !
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ? . shall be — drunk to bed. I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Char. Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Will be himself,
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Sooth. I have said. Let's not confound 7 the time with conference harsh : Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Aler. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch as, - come, his fortune, his fortune. — 0, let him Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? marry, sweet Isis 9, I beseech thee! And let her die, Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, Ant.
Fye, wrangling queen! till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me To weep; whose every passion fully strives a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of No messenger; but thine and all alone,
the people! Dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note him accordingly! The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Char. Amen. Last night you did desire it: - Speak not to us. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. [Exeunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train. Char.
Not he, the queen. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
Enter CLEOPATRA. Ile comes too short of that great property
Cleo. Saw you my lord ? Which still should go with Antony.
Was he not here? That he approves the common liar , who
Char. No, madam. Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope Cleo. He was disposed to mirth; but on a sudden Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! A Roman thought hath struck him.- Enobarbus.
(Exeunt. Eno. Madam. SCENE II. Another Room.
Cleo. Seek him and bring him hither. Where's Enter CHARMIAN, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer.
Alexas ? Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing
Aler. Here, madam, at your service. — My lord Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the
approaches. soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. I knew this husband, which, you say, must change Cleo. We will not look upon him : Go with us. his horns with garlands !
[Ereunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, Aler. Soothsayer.
Iras, CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Sooth. Your will ?
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Char. Is this the man? — Is't you, sir, that know
Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? things?
Mess. Ay: Sooth. In nature's infinite book of
But soon that war had end, and the time's state A little I can read.
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Well, Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
What worst? Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Char. Pray, then, foresee me one.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. - On: Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Things, that are past, are done with me. - 'Tis thus: Char. He means, in fesh.
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
Extended 9 Asia from Euphrătes;
Ant. Antony, thou wouldst
say me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and Mess. widow them all: find me to marry me with Octavius Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress.
tongue; Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome; Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase: and taunt my faults Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former | With such full licence, as both truth and malice fortune
Have power to utter. 0, then we bring forth Than that which is to approach,
weeds, 6 Know. Consume. e Fame. 9 An Egyptian goddess.
O, my lord !
When our quick winds o lie still; and our ills told us, Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Is as our earing.3 Fare thee well a while.
Cannot endure my absence. Mess. At your noble pleasure.
[Erit. Eno. And the business you have broached here, Ant. From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there. cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, 1 Att. The man from Sicyon. — Is there such an which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers 2 Att. He stays upon your will.
Have notice what we propose.
I shall break Ant.
Let him appear,
The cause of our expedience + to the queen, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, And get her love 5 to part.
For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Enter another Messenger.
Do strongly speak to us : but the letters too Or lose myself in dotage. - What are you?
Of many our contriving friends in Rome 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Ant.
Where died she?
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
The empire of the sea : our slippery people Her length of sickness, with what else more serious (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a Letter. Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw Ant.
Pompey the great, and all his dignities, (Erit Messenger.
Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it :
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up What our contempts do often hurl from us,
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure,
The sides o'the world may danger: Much is breeding, By revolution lowering, does become
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
To such whose place is under us, requires I must from this enchanting queen break off
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do't. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
(Exeunt. My idleness doth hatch. — How now! Enobarbus !
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Alexas. Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Cleo. Where is he? Ant. I must with baste from hence.
I did not see him since. Eno. Why then, we kill all our women : We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what lie our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone.
I did not send you 6: – - If you find him sad,
[Exit Alexas. esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him. die twenty times upon far poorer moment.
What should I do, I do not ? Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Char. In each thing give him way, cross himn in Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We can
nothing. not call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they
Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report : this cannot be cunning in her ; if it be, she In time we hate that which we often fear. makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Enter ANTONY. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder- But here comes Antony. ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed Cleo.
I am sick, and sullen. withal, would have discredited your travel.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose. Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Eno. Sir ?
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Will not sustain it. Eno. Fulvia ?
Now, my dearest queen, Ant. Dead.
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Ant.
What's the matter? When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth ; comforting therein, that when old robes are What
the married woman? — You may go; worn out, there are others to make new. If there 'Would, she had never given you leave to come! were no more women but Fulvia, then had you in- Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, deed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief I have no power upon you ; hers you are. is crowned with consolation ; and, indeed, the tears Ant. The gods best know, — live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
0, never, was there queen, 2 In some editions minds.
Lease 3 Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce good secd.
6 Look as if I did not send you.
Let us go
So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first,
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. I saw the treasons planted.
Ant. Now by my sword,
And target, - Still he mends; Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, But this is not the best : Look, pr’ythee, Charmian, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, How this Herculean Roman does become Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, The carriage of his chafe.s To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
I'll leave you, lady. Which break themselves in swearing!
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Ant.
Most sweet queen,
Sir, you and I must part, — but that's not it : Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Sir, you and I have lov'd, - - but there's not it ; But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying, That you know well : Something it is I would, Then was the time for words : No going then ; - 0, my oblivion + is a very Antony, Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
And I am all forgotten. Bliss in our brows bent 7; none our parts so poor, Ant.
But that your royalty But was a race 8 of heaven; They are so still, Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
For idleness itself. Art turn'd the greatest liar.
'Tis sweating labour, Ant.
How now, lady! To bear such idleness so near the heart Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst know, As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; There were a heart in Egypt.
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Ant.
Hear me, queen :
Eye well to you : Your honour calls you hence; The strong necessity of time commands
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, Our services awhile; but my full heart
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Sit laureld victory! and smooth success
Come; Equality of two domestick powers
Our separation so abides, and flies, Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, strength,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey, Away.
(Ereunt. Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
SCENE IV. Ronie. An Apartment in Cæsar's Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
Enter Octavius CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. And that which most with you should safe my going, Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know Is Fulvia's death.
It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me One great competitor : From Alexandria freedom,
This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes It does from childishness : - Can Fulvia die ? The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Ant. She's dead, my queen:
Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen Ptolemy Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read More womanly than he : hardly gave audience, or The garboils she awak'd '; at the last, best : Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners : You shall See, when, and where she died.
find there Cleo.
O most false love! | A man, who is the abstract of all faults Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
That all men follow. With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
I must not think, there are In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Evils enough to darken all his goodness :
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, As you shall give the advice : Now, by the fire, Rather than purchas'd 5; what he cannot change, That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, Than what he chooses. Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
Cæs. You are too indulgent : Let us grant, it is As thou affect'st.
Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Amiss to press the bed of Ptolemy; But let it be. - I am quickly ill, and well : To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit So Antony loves.
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; Ant.
My precious queen, forbear; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet And give true evidence to his love, which stands With knaves unworthy: say, this becomes An honourable trial.
(As his composure must be rare indeed, Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her;
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fillid
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him 6 for't: but, to confound 7 such time, Ant.
You'll heat my blood; no more. That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud 7 The arch of our eye-brows. 8 Smack or flavour.
4 Oblivious memory. I The commotion she occasioned
5 Procured by his own fault, • To me, the queen of Egypt.
6 Visit him.
As his own state, and ours, — 'tis to be chid
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN
Cleo. Ha, ba !
Why, madam ? How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of And it appears, he is belov'd of those
time, That only have fear'd Cæsar : to the ports
My Antony is away. The discontents 8 repair, and men's reports
You think of him
Cleo. 0, treason!
Madam, I trust, not so. That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were;
0 Charmian, And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he, or sits Comes dear'd, by being lack’d.9 This common body, or does he walk? or is he on his horse ?
he? Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou To rot itself with motion.
Cæsar, I bring thee word, The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
And burgonet 5 of men. He's speaking now, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nie? With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
For so he calls me : Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison : – Think on me, They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood I to think on't, and flush youth revolt :
That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, No vessel can peep forth, but 'uis as soon
And wrinkled deep in time ? Broad-fronted Cæsar, Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was Than could his war resisted.
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Cæs.
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow; Leave thy lascivious wassels.? When thou once
There would he anchor his aspect, and die Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
With looking on his life.
Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Than savages could suffer : Thou didst drink Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony? What beasts would cough at: thy palate then did Yet coming from him, that great medicine hath deign
With his tinct gilded thee. — The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen, The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps, He kiss'd, - the last of many doubled kisses, – It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
This orient pearl ; - His speech sticks in my heart. Which some did die to look on: And all this Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. (It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,) Aler.
Good friend, quoth he, Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster ; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms ; All the east, Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, And soberly did mount a termagant 6 steed, Assemble we immediate council : Pompey
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Thrives in our idleness.
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
What, was he sad, or merry ? I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Aler. Like to the time o' the year between the Both, what by sea and land I can be able,
extremnes To 'front this present time.
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cæs.
Till which encounter, Cleo. O well-divided disposition! - Note him, It is my business too. Farewell.
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man ; but note Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know
him : mean time
He was not sad: for he would shine on those of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
That make their looks by his : he was not merry; To let une be partaker.
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay Cæs. Doubt not, sir;
In Egypt with his joy: but between both; I knew it for my bond.s
(Ereunt. O heavenly mingle ! — Be'st thou sad or merry, # Discontented. 9 Endeared by being missed.
The violence of either thee becomes ; i Turn pale.
So does it no man else. — Met'st thou my posts? ? Feastings; in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassals.
* A sleepy potion.
5 A helmet. 3 My bourden duty.
Aler. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers : Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, Why do you send so thick ?
If thou with Cæsar paragon again Cleo.
Who's born that day My man of men. When I forget to send to Antony,
By your most gracious pardon,. Shall die a beggar.
Ink and paper,
Charmian. I sing but after you. Welcome, my good Alexas. — Did I, Charmian, Cleo.
My salad days; Ever love Cæsar so ?
When I was green in judgment : Cold in blood, Char. O that brave Cæsar!
To say, as I said then! - But, come, away: Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! Get me ink and paper : he shall have every day Say, the brave Antony.
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
I cannot hope,
Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together : Enter Pompey, MENECRATES, and Menas,
His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cæsar;
Not mov'd by Antony.
I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, Were't not that we stand up against them all, decays
'Twere pregnant they should square 5 between The thing we sue for.
We, ignorant of ourselves, For they have entertained cause enough Beg often our own arms, which the wise powers To draw their swords : but how the fear of us Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
May cément their divisions, and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be it as our gods will have it! It only stands
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands. My power's a crescent, and my auguring hope Come, Menas.
[Exunt. Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
SCENE II. - Rome. A Room in the House of No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money, where
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS.
Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, Men.
Cæsar and Lepidus And shall become you well, to entreat your captain Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. To soft and gentle speech. Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
I shall entreat him Men.
From Silvius, sir. To answer like himself: If Cæsar move him, Pom. He dreams ; I know, they are in Rome Let Antony look over Cæsar's head, together,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, Looking for Antony: But all charms of love,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd i lip!
I would not shave to-day. Let witchcraft join with beauty !
'Tis not a time Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
For private stomaching. Keep his brain fuming; Epicúrean cooks,
Every time Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
Serves for the matter that is then born in it. That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. Even till? a Lethe'd dulness. - How now, Varrius?
Eno. Not if the small come first.
Your speech is passion:
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS. A space for further travel.
And yonder, Cæsar. Pom.
I could have given less matter A better ear. – Menas, I did not think,
Enter CÆSAR, MECænas, and AGRIPPA. This amorous surfeiter would have don'd3 his helm 4 For such a petty war : his soldiership
Ant. If we compose 6 well here, to Parthia : Is twice the other twain : But let us rear
Hark you, Ventidius. The higher our opinion, that our stirring
I do not know,
Mecænas; ask Agrippa. - Declined, faded. 3 Done on; i, e. put on. 4 Helmet.