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Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Vol. What says my lord?
Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
Vol. Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school to[gether; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying [Alarum still. here.
Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you,
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUM
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
Oct. What man is that?
Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master?
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in,
For Brutus only overcame himself,
Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Mes. How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
* Receive into my service. + Recommend.
SCENE I.-Alexandria.—A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace.
Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.
Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant, There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter an ATTENDANT.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates me:-The sum: Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance is angry; Or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; Take int that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform't, or else we damn thee.
Ant. How, my love!
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fulvia's process! Cesar's, I would say?-Both?
Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays [shame, When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The messengers.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide
Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind * Offends. + Subdue, conquer. ↑ Summons,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,*|mage: find me to marry me with Octavius CeWe stand up peerless.
Cleo. Excellent Falsehood!
Why did we marry Fulvia, and not love her?-
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.-
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: What sport tonight?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. I'm full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, who
sar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you
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 fertile every wish, a million.
Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, tonight, shall be-drunk to bed.
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
Char. Even as the overflowing 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 particu
Sooth. I have said.
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.-0, 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 of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter
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!
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. Saw you my lord?
Cleo. Was he not here?
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden
[bus,A Roman thought hath struck him.-EnobarEno. Madam.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My lord approaches.
2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear,These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Enter another MESSENGER.
Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you?
Her length of sickness, with what else more
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Ant. I must with haste from hence. Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see 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 patra, catching but the least noise of this, dies cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleoinstantly; 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 cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks 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.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
sacrifice. Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful 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 more
women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock the tears live in an onion, that should water brings forth a new petticoat: and, indeed,
Ant. The business she hath broached in the 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 offi
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
[life, Which, like the courser's hair, hatb yet but And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Eno. I shall do't.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what
I did not send you ;*-If you find him sad,
You do not hold the method to enforce
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him
Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool the way to
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish for-
In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some
What says the married woman?—You may go; 'Would, she had never given you leave to
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
Cleo. O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,
Ant. Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
And that which most with you should safer
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give
It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die?
Cleo. O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease
That quickens Nilus' slime,|| I go from hence,
But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well;
And give true evidence to his love, which
An honourable trial.
Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee turn aside, and weep for her;
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more,
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword,
Though you in swearing shake the thronged
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Ant. Most sweet queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay.
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
Ant. How now, lady!
this is not the best: Look, pr'ythee, Cleo. And target,-Still he mends; Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Ant. But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
Cleo. "Tis sweating labour,
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou To bear such idleness so near the heart