SCENE I-Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn Take but good note, and you shall see in him Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, "Do this, or this; Ant. How, my love! Both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, reckon'd. On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Cleo. Excellent falsehood! Ant. But stirr❜d by Cleopatra.— Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fitly strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd. No messenger; but thine, and all alone, To-night we'll wander through the streets, and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it.-Speak not to us. [Exeunt ANT. and CLEOP. with their Train. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. Dem. I am full sorry, That he approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome; but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. Another Room. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. Char. Lord Alexas, most sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O! that I knew this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns with garlands! Alex. Soothsayer! Sooth. Your will? Show him your hand. Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Char. Pray, then, foresee me one. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov'd. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune. Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You have seen, and proved a fairer former fortune, Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names. Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fruitful every wish, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be, drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas, -come, his fortune, his fortune.-O! let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee: and let her die too, and give him a worse; and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold. Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight, good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people; for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Cleo. Was he not here? Char. No, madam. Not he, the queen. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden, A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus !Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alex. Here, at your service.-My lord approaches. Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Labienus (This is stiff news) hath with his Parthian force Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to Extended Asia from Euphrates; your wishes. Char. Nay, come; tell Iras hers. His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia, and to Ionia; whilst— Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,— Mess. O, my lord! more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petti Where died she? 2 Mess. In Sicyon: The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? We see Ant. I must with haste from hence. Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. how mortal an unkindness is to them: if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die : it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, sir! no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir! you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not to have been blessed withal would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia! Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth: comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no coat; and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen, And get her leave to part: for not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us, but the letters, too, Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands The empire of the sea: our slippery people (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Till his deserts are past) begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his dignities, Upon his son who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier; whose quality, going on, The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. Eno. I shall do it. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does: I did not send you.-If you find him sad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick : quick, and return. [Exit ALEX. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. But here comes Antony. What's the matter? Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good Ant. Cleopatra, Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing! Ant. Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor, Ant. How now, lady! Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Our services a while, but my full heart Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to strength, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me It does from childishness.-Can Fulvia die? Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. But that your royalty. Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour Let us go. Come; Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Our great competitor. From Alexandria A man, who is the abstract of all faults Lep. I must not think, there are His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony As his own state, and ours,-'tis to be chid Enter a Messenger. Lep. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; And it appears, he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the fleets The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wrong'd. Cæs. In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee, I should have known no less. May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? It hath been taught us from the primal state, And the ebb'd man ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt. No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Than could his war resisted. Cæs. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou once Mar. Yes, gracious madam. Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing, But what in deed is honest to be done; Yet have I fierce affections, and think Cleo. O, Charmian! And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, Alex. Enter ALEXAS. brow: Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony; Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses,— Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Her opulent throne with kingdoms: all the east,' So he nodded, Of hot and cold: he was nor sad, nor merry. So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charinian, Ever love Cæsar so? |