Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Gra. What is the matter! Behold! I have a weapon; From the possession of this heavenly sight! Enter LODOVICO and CASSIO. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Lod. O thou Othello! that wert once so good, Oth. Oth. Ay. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask you pardon. Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? I found it in my chamber; And he himself confess'd, but even now, That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, Which wrought to his desire. Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us: If there be any cunning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, I have done the state some service, and they know it; [Stabs himself. Lod. O bloody period! Gra. All that's spoke is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee:-no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies on the Bed. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart. Lod. O Spartan dog! More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea, Tago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [TO IAGO. This is thy work: the object poisons sight; [Exeunt. 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 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 Ant. 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, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: What sport to-night? 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? 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 tongue; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon now the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon !-Is there such an one? 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? Where died she? 2 Mess. In Sicyon : The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; 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 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. Cleo. Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words; no going then: Eternity was in our lips, and eyes; Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor, How now, Ant. Ant. Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to strength, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.-Can Fulvia die? Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Cleo. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Ant. Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour Let us go. Come; House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. A man, who is the abstract of all faults Lep. I must not think, there are 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 Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, 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 |