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Antony & Cleopatra Scenes

Scene 1Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra’s palace.DemetriusPhiloAntonyCleopatraLadiesEunuchsFirst Roman MessengerWe learn from the conversation of his subordinates that Antony is completely besotted with Cleopatra and is no longer performing his manly, war-making duties. Antony is so absorbed by Cleopatra that he refuses to listen to an emissary from Caesar, his fellow-triumvir at Rome.Enter Demetrius and Philo.PHI.Nay, but this dotage of our general’sO’erflows the measure. Those his goodly eyes,That o’er the files and musters of the warHave glow’d like plated Mars, now bend, now turnThe office and devotion of their viewUpon a tawny front; his captain’s heart,Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burstThe buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,And is become the bellows and the fanTo cool a gypsy’s lust.Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train, with eunuchs fanning her.Look where they come!Take but good note, and you shall see in himThe triple pillar of the world transform’dInto a strumpet’s fool. Behold and see.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 bourn how far to be belov’d.ANT.Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.Enter First Roman Messenger.1. ROM. MESS.1. ROM. MESS.News, my good lord, from Rome.ANT.Grates me, the sum.CLEO.Nay, hear them, Antony.Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knowsIf the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sentHis pow’rful mandate to you: “Do this, or this;Take in 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 dismissionIs come from Caesar, therefore hear it, Antony.Where’s Fulvia’s process?—Caesar’s, I would say—both?Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt’s queen,Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thineIs Caesar’s homager; else so thy cheek pays shameWhen shrill-tongu’d Fulvia scolds. The messengers!ANT.Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide archOf the rang’d empire fall! Here is my space,Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alikeFeeds beast as man; the nobleness of lifeIs to do thusEmbracing.—when such a mutual pairAnd such a twain can do’t, in which I bind,On pain of punishment, the world to weetWe stand up peerless.CLEO.Excellent falsehood!Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?I’ll seem the fool I am not. AntonyWill be himself.ANT.But stirr’d by Cleopatra.Now for the love of Love, and her soft hours,Let’s not confound the time with conference harsh;There’s not a minute of our lives should stretchWithout some pleasure now. What sport tonight?CLEO.Hear the ambassadors.ANT.Fie, wrangling queen!Whom every thing becomes—to chide, to laugh,To weep; whose every passion fully strivesTo make itself (in thee) fair and admir’d!No messenger but thine, and all alone,Tonight we’ll wander through the streets and noteThe qualities of people. Come, my queen,Last night you did desire it.To the Messenger.Speak not to us.Exeunt Antony and Cleopatra with the Train, followed by the Messenger.DEM.Is Caesar with Antonius priz’d so slight?PHI.Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony,He comes too short of that great propertyWhich still should go with Antony.DEM.I am full sorryThat he approves the common liar, whoThus speaks of him at Rome; but I will hopeOf better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy!Exeunt.
Scene 2Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.EnobarbusLamprius the SoothsayerRanniusLucilliusCharmianIrasMardian the EunuchAlexasCleopatraAntonyFirst MessengerAttendantsSecond MessengerAlexas brings in a soothsayer to the delighted Iras and Charmian. Meanwhile Antony hears that Fulvia, his wife, is dead. Antony feels he must escape from the idleness and luxury his association with Cleopatra has trapped him in, and deal with the political problems in Rome. Antony tells his faithful servitor Enobarbus of his decision.Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius the Soothsayer, Rannius, Lucillius, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas.CHAR.Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where’s the soothsayer that you prais’d so to th’ Queen? O that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands!ALEX.Soothsayer!SOOTH.Your will?CHAR.Is this the man? Is’t you, sir, that know things?SOOTH.In nature’s infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.ALEX.Show him your hand.ENO.To Servants within.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.CHAR.He means in flesh.IRAS.No, you shall paint when you are old.CHAR.Wrinkles forbid!ALEX.Vex not his prescience, be attentive.CHAR.Hush!SOOTH.You shall be more beloving than beloved.CHAR.I had rather heat my liver with drinking.ALEX.Nay, hear him.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 Caesar, 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 prov’d a fairer former fortuneThan that which is to approach.CHAR.Then belike my children shall have no names. Prithee, 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.E’en 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. Prithee tell her but a worky-day fortune.SOOTH.Your fortunes are alike.IRAS.But how, but how? Give me particulars.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! 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, fiftyfold 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-wiv’d, 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’ld do’t!Enter Cleopatra.ENO.Hush, here comes Antony.CHAR.Not he, the Queen.CLEO.Saw you my lord?ENO.No, lady.CLEO.Was he not here?CHAR.No, madam.CLEO.He was dispos’d to mirth, but on the suddenA Roman thought hath strook him. Enobarbus!ENO.Madam?CLEO.Seek him, and bring him hither. Where’s Alexas?ALEX.Here, at your service. My lord approaches.Enter Antony with First Messenger and Attendants.CLEO.We will not look upon him. Go with us.Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, and Train.1. MESS.Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.ANT.Against my brother Lucius?1. MESS.Ay;But soon that war had end, and the time’s stateMade friends of them, jointing their force ’gainst Caesar,Whose better issue in the war from Italy,Upon the first encounter, drave them.ANT.Well, what worst?1. MESS.The nature of bad news infects the teller.ANT.When it concerns the fool or coward. On:Things that are past are done with me. ’Tis thus:Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,I hear him as he flatter’d.1. MESS.Labienus(This is stiff news) hath with his Parthian forceExtended Asia; from EuphratesHis conquering banner shook, from SyriaTo Lydia and to Ionia,Whilst—ANT.Antony, thou wouldst say—1. MESS.O, my lord!ANT.Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;Name Cleopatra as she is call’d in Rome.Rail thou in Fulvia’s phrase, and taunt my faultsWith such full license as both truth and maliceHave power to utter. O then we bring forth weedsWhen our quick winds lie still, and our ills told usIs as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.1. MESS.At your noble pleasure.Exit First Messenger.ANT.From Sicyon how the news? Speak there!ANT. 1. ATT.The man from Sicyon—is there such an one?ANT. 2. ATT.He stays upon your will.ANT.Let him appear.These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,Or lose myself in dotage.Enter Second Messenger with a letter.What are you?2. MESS.Fulvia thy wife is dead.ANT.Where died she?2. MESS.In Sicyon:Her length of sickness, with what else more seriousImporteth thee to know, this bears.Gives a letter.ANT.Forbear me.Exit Second Messenger.There’s a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it.What our contempts doth often hurl from us,We wish it ours again. The present pleasure,By revolution low’ring, does becomeThe opposite of itself. She’s good, being gone;The hand could pluck her back that shov’d her on.I must from this enchanting queen break off;Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,My idleness doth hatch. How now, Enobarbus?Enter Enobarbus.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 esteem’d 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 show’r 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 blest 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 more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented. This grief is crown’d with consolation: your old smock brings forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.ANT.The business she hath broached in the stateCannot endure my absence.ENO.And the business you have broach’d here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatra’s, which wholly depends on your abode.ANT.No more light answers. Let our officersHave notice what we purpose. I shall breakThe cause of our expedience to the Queen,And get her leave to part. For not aloneThe death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,Do strongly speak to us; but the letters tooOf many our contriving friends in RomePetition us at home. Sextus PompeiusHath given the dare to Caesar, and commandsThe empire of the sea. Our slippery people,Whose love is never link’d to the deserverTill his deserts are past, begin to throwPompey the Great and all his dignitiesUpon his son, who, high in name and power,Higher than both in blood and life, stands upFor the main soldier; whose quality, going on,The sides o’ th’ 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 places under us require,Our quick remove from hence.ENO.I shall do’t.Exeunt.
Scene 3Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianAlexasIrasAntony explains to Cleopatra the various political reasons why he must leave. She berates him and they quarrel before parting.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.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, reportThat I am sudden sick. Quick, and return.Exit Alexas.CHAR.Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,You do not hold the method to enforceThe 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.CHAR.Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear.In time we hate that which we often fear.Enter Antony.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 fall.It cannot be thus long, the sides of natureWill not sustain it.ANT.Now, my dearest queen—CLEO.Pray you stand farther from me.ANT.What’s the matter?CLEO.I know by that same eye there’s some good news.What, says the married woman you may go?Would she had never given you leave to come!Let her not say ’tis I that keep you here,I have no power upon you; hers you are.ANT.The gods best know—CLEO.O, never was there queenSo mightily betrayed! Yet at the firstI saw the treasons planted.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.Most sweet queen—CLEO.Nay, pray you seek no color 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 poorBut was a race of heaven. They are so still,Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,Art turn’d the greatest liar.ANT.How now, lady?CLEO.I would I had thy inches, thou shouldst knowThere were a heart in Egypt.ANT.Hear me, Queen:The strong necessity of time commandsOur services awhile; but my full heartRemains in use with you. Our ItalyShines o’er with civil swords; Sextus PompeiusMakes his approaches to the port of Rome;Equality of two domestic powersBreed scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength,Are newly grown to love; the condemn’d Pompey,Rich in his father’s honor, creeps apaceInto the hearts of such as have not thrivedUpon the present state, whose numbers threaten,And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purgeBy any desperate change. My more particular,And that which most with you should safe my going,Is Fulvia’s death.CLEO.Though age from folly could not give me freedom,It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?ANT.She’s dead, my queen.Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure readThe garboils she awak’d: at the last, best,See when and where she died.CLEO.O most false love!Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fillWith sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,In Fulvia’s death, how mine receiv’d shall be.ANT.Quarrel no more, but be prepar’d to knowThe purposes I bear; which are, or cease,As you shall give th’ advice. By the fireThat quickens Nilus’ slime, I go from henceThy soldier, servant, making peace or warAs thou affects.CLEO.Cut my lace, Charmian, come!But let it be; I am quickly ill, and well,So Antony loves.ANT.My precious queen, forbear,And give true evidence to his love, which standsAn honorable trial.CLEO.So Fulvia told me.I prithee turn aside, and weep for her,Then bid adieu to me, and say the tearsBelong to Egypt. Good now, play one sceneOf excellent dissembling, and let it lookLike perfect honor.ANT.You’ll heat my blood; no more.CLEO.You can do better yet; but this is meetly.ANT.Now, by my sword—CLEO.And target.—Still he mends.But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,How this Herculean Roman does becomeThe carriage of his chafe.ANT.I’ll leave you, lady.CLEO.Courteous lord, one word:Sir, you and I must part, but that’s not it;Sir, you and I have lov’d, but there’s not it;That you know well. Something it is I would—O, my oblivion is a very Antony,And I am all forgotten.ANT.But that your royaltyHolds idleness your subject, I should take youFor idleness itself.CLEO.’Tis sweating laborTo bear such idleness so near the heartAs Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,Since my becomings kill me when they do notEye well to you. Your honor calls you hence,Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,And all the gods go with you! Upon your swordSit laurel victory, and smooth successBe strew’d before your feet!ANT.Let us go. Come;Our separation so abides and flies,That thou residing here, goes yet with me;And I hence fleeting, here remain with thee.Away!Exeunt.
Scene 4Rome. Octavius Caesar’s house.Octavius CaesarLepidusCaesar’s First MessengerCaesar’s Second MessengerCaesar and Lepidus discuss Antony’s weakness, and how Antony dallies with Cleopatra while Pompey threatens the triumvirate. Receiving more news of Pompey’s success, they begin to plan their military response.Enter Octavius Caesar reading a letter, Lepidus, and their Train.CAES.You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,It is not Caesar’s natural vice to hateOur great competitor. From AlexandriaThis is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastesThe lamps of night in revel; is not more manlikeThan Cleopatra; nor the queen of PtolomyMore womanly than he; hardly gave audience, orVouchsaf’d to think he had partners. You shall find thereA man who is th’ abstract of all faultsThat all men follow.LEP.I must not think there areEvils enow to darken all his goodness:His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,More fiery by night’s blackness; hereditary,Rather than purchas’d; what he cannot change,Than what he chooses.CAES.You are too indulgent. Let’s grant it is notAmiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sitAnd keep the turn of tippling with a slave,To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffetWith knaves that smells of sweat: say this becomes him(As his composure must be rare indeedWhom these things cannot blemish), yet must AntonyNo way excuse his foils, when we do bearSo great weight in his lightness. If he fill’dHis vacancy with his voluptuousness,Full surfeits and the dryness of his bonesCall on him for’t. But to confound such timeThat drums him from his sport and speaks as loudAs his own state and ours, ’tis to be chid—As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge,Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,And so rebel to judgment.Enter Caesar’s First Messenger.LEP.Here’s more news.1. CAES. MESS.Thy biddings have been done, and every hour,Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have reportHow ’tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea,And it appears he is belov’d of thoseThat only have fear’d Caesar; to the portsThe discontents repair, and men’s reportsGive him much wrong’d.CAES.I should have known no less:It hath been taught us from the primal stateThat he which is was wish’d, until he were;And the ebb’d man, ne’er lov’d till ne’er worth love,Comes dear’d by being lack’d. This common body,Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,To rot itself with motion.Enter Caesar’s Second Messenger.2. CAES. MESS.Caesar, I bring thee wordMenecrates and Menas, famous pirates,Makes the sea serve them, which they ear and woundWith keels of every kind. Many hot inroadsThey make in Italy; the borders maritimeLack blood to think on’t, and flush youth revolt.No vessel can peep forth, but ’tis as soonTaken as seen; for Pompey’s name strikes moreThan could his war resisted.CAES.Antony,Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou onceWas beaten from Modena, where thou slew’stHirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heelDid famine follow, whom thou fought’st against(Though daintily brought up) with patience moreThan savages could suffer. Thou didst drinkThe stale of horses and the gilded puddleWhich beasts would cough at; thy palate then did deignThe roughest berry on the rudest hedge;Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,The barks of trees thou brows’d. On the AlpsIt is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,Which some did die to look on; and all this(It wounds thine honor that I speak it now)Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheekSo much as lank’d not.LEP.’Tis pity of him.CAES.Let his shames quicklyDrive him to Rome. ’Tis time we twainDid show ourselves i’ th’ field, and to that endAssemble we immediate council. PompeyThrives in our idleness.LEP.Tomorrow, Caesar,I shall be furnish’d to inform you rightlyBoth what by sea and land I can be ableTo front this present time.CAES.Till which encounter,It is my business too. Farewell.LEP.Farewell, my lord. What you shall know mean timeOf stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,To let me be partaker.CAES.Doubt not, sir,I knew it for my bond.Exeunt.
Scene 5Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianIrasMardianAlexasAlexas brings news of Antony to the lovelorn Cleopatra, and she sends Antony yet another message.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.CLEO.Charmian!CHAR.Madam?CLEO.Ha, ha!Give me to drink mandragora.CHAR.Why, madam?CLEO.That I might sleep out this great gap of timeMy Antony is away.CHAR.You think of him too much.CLEO.O, ’tis treason!CHAR.Madam, I trust not so.CLEO.Thou, eunuch Mardian!MAR.What’s your Highness’ pleasure?CLEO.Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasureIn aught an eunuch has. ’Tis well for thee,That being unseminar’d, thy freer thoughtsMay not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?MAR.Yes, gracious madam.CLEO.Indeed?MAR.Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothingBut what indeed is honest to be done;Yet have I fierce affections, and thinkWhat Venus did with Mars.CLEO.O Charmian!Where think’st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!Do bravely, horse, for wot’st thou whom thou mov’st?The demi-Atlas of this earth, the armAnd burgonet of men. He’s speaking now,Or murmuring, “Where’s my serpent of old Nile?”(For so he calls me). Now I feed myselfWith most delicious poison. Think on me,That am with Phoebus’ amorous pinches black,And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,When thou wast here above the ground, I wasA morsel for a monarch; and great PompeyWould stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;There would he anchor his aspect, and dieWith looking on his life.Enter Alexas from Antony.ALEX.Sovereign of Egypt, hail!CLEO.How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!Yet coming from him, that great med’cine hathWith his tinct gilded thee.How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?ALEX.Last thing he did, dear Queen,He kiss’d—the last of many doubled kisses—This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.CLEO.Mine ear must pluck it thence.ALEX.“Good friend,” quoth he,“Say the firm Roman to great Egypt sendsThis treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,To mend the petty present, I will pieceHer opulent throne with kingdoms. All the East,Say thou, shall call her mistress.” So he nodded,And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,Who neigh’d so high that what I would have spokeWas beastly dumb’d by him.CLEO.What, was he sad, or merry?ALEX.Like to the time o’ th’ year between the extremesOf hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.CLEO.O well-divided disposition! Note him,Note him, good Charmian, ’tis the man; but note him:He was not sad, for he would shine on thoseThat make their looks by his; he was not merry,Which seem’d to tell them his remembrance layIn Egypt with his joy; but between both.O heavenly mingle! Be’st thou sad or merry,The violence of either thee becomes,So does it no man’s else. Met’st thou my posts?ALEX.Ay, madam, twenty several messengers.Why do you send so thick?CLEO.Who’s born that dayWhen I forget to send to Antony,Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,Ever love Caesar so?CHAR.O that brave Caesar!CLEO.Be chok’d with such another emphasis!Say “ the brave Antony.”CHAR.The valiant Caesar!CLEO.By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,If thou with Caesar paragon againMy man of men.CHAR.By your most gracious pardon,I sing but after you.CLEO.My salad days,When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,To say as I said then! But come, away,Get me ink and paper.He shall have every day a several greeting,Or I’ll unpeople Egypt.Exeunt.
Scene 1Messina. Pompey’s house.PompeyMenecratesMenasVarriusPompey learns that Caesar and Lepidus are in the field against him and that Antony has left Egypt for Rome.Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner.POM.If the great gods be just, they shall assistThe deeds of justest men.MENAS.Know, worthy Pompey,That what they do delay, they not deny.POM.Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decaysThe thing we sue for.MENE.We, ignorant of ourselves,Beg often our own harms, which the wise pow’rsDeny us for our good; so find we profitBy losing of our prayers.POM.I shall do well:The people love me, and the sea is mine;My powers are crescent, and my auguring hopeSays it will come to th’ full. Mark AntonyIn Egypt sits at dinner, and will makeNo wars without-doors. Caesar gets money whereHe loses hearts. Lepidus flatters both,Of both is flatter’d; but he neither loves,Nor either cares for him.MENAS.Caesar and LepidusAre in the field, a mighty strength they carry.POM.Where have you this? ’Tis false.MENAS.From Silvius, sir.POM.He dreams; I know they are in Rome together,Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan’d lip!Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both,Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,Keep his brain fuming; epicurean cooksSharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor,Even till a Lethe’d dullness—Enter Varrius.How now, Varrius?VAR.This is most certain that I shall deliver:Mark Antony is every hour in RomeExpected. Since he went from Egypt, ’tisA space for farther travel.POM.I could have given less matterA better ear. Menas, I did not thinkThis amorous surfeiter would have donn’d his helmFor such a petty war. His soldiershipIs twice the other twain; but let us rearThe higher our opinion, that our stirringCan from the lap of Egypt’s widow pluckThe ne’er-lust-wearied Antony.MENAS.I cannot hopeCaesar and Antony shall well greet together:His wife that’s dead did trespasses to Caesar;His brother warr’d upon him, although I thinkNot mov’d by Antony.POM.I know not, Menas,How lesser enmities may give way to greater.Were’t not that we stand up against them all,’Twere pregnant they should square between themselves,For they have entertained cause enoughTo draw their swords; but how the fear of usMay cement their divisions, and bind upThe petty difference, we yet not know.Be’t as our gods will have’t! It only standsOur lives upon to use our strongest hands.Come, Menas.Exeunt.
Scene 2Rome. The house of Lepidus.EnobarbusLepidusCaesarMaecenasAgrippaAntonyCaesar, Antony and Lepidus meet, and Caesar and Antony patch up their grievances by having Antony marry Octavia, Caesar’s sister. When the triumvirs leave, Enobarbus tells his friends of the wild life the Romans lead in Egypt and describes Cleopatra sailing down the Nile before Antony’s delighted gaze. He refuses to believe that Antony will abandon her.Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.LEP.Good Enobarbus, ’tis a worthy deed,And shall become you well, to entreat your captainTo soft and gentle speech.ENO.I shall entreat himTo answer like himself. If Caesar move him,Let Antony look over Caesar’s headAnd speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,Were I the wearer of Antonio’s beard,I would not shave’t today.LEP.’Tis not a timeFor private stomaching.ENO.Every timeServes for the matter that is then born in’t.LEP.But small to greater matters must give way.ENO.Not if the small come first.LEP.Your speech is passion;But pray you stir no embers up. Here comesThe noble Antony.Enter Antony and Ventidius.ENO.And yonder, Caesar.Enter Caesar, Maecenas, and Agrippa.ANT.If we compose well here, to Parthia.Hark, Ventidius.CAES.I do not know,Maecenas; ask Agrippa.LEP.Noble friends,That which combin’d us was most great, and let notA leaner action rend us. What’s amiss,May it be gently heard. When we debateOur trivial difference loud, we do commitMurder in healing wounds. Then, noble partners,The rather for I earnestly beseech,Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,Nor curstness grow to th’ matter.ANT.’Tis spoken well.Were we before our armies, and to fight,I should do thus.Flourish.CAES.Welcome to Rome.ANT.Thank you.CAES.Sit.ANT.Sit, sir.CAES.Nay then.ANT.I learn you take things ill which are not so—Or being, concern you not.CAES.I must be laugh’d atIf, or for nothing or a little, IShould say myself offended, and with youChiefly i’ th’ world; more laugh’d at, that I shouldOnce name you derogately, when to sound your nameIt not concern’d me.ANT.My being in Egypt, Caesar,What was’t to you?CAES.No more than my residing here at RomeMight be to you in Egypt; yet if you thereDid practice on my state, your being in EgyptMight be my question.ANT.How intend you, practic’d?CAES.You may be pleas’d to catch at mine intentBy what did here befall me. Your wife and brotherMade wars upon me, and their contestationWas theme for you—you were the word of war.ANT.You do mistake your business, my brother neverDid urge me in his act. I did inquire it,And have my learning from some true reportsThat drew their swords with you. Did he not ratherDiscredit my authority with yours,And make the wars alike against my stomach,Having alike your cause? Of this my lettersBefore did satisfy you. If you’ll patch a quarrel,As matter whole you have to make it with,It must not be with this.CAES.You praise yourselfBy laying defects of judgment to me; butYou patch’d up your excuses.ANT.Not so, not so:I know you could not lack, I am certain on’t,Very necessity of this thought, that I,Your partner in the cause ’gainst which he fought,Could not with graceful eyes attend those warsWhich fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,I would you had her spirit in such another;The third o’ th’ world is yours, which with a snaffleYou may pace easy, but not such a wife.ENO.Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!ANT.So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar,Made out of her impatience—which not wantedShrowdness of policy too—I grieving grantDid you too much disquiet. For that you mustBut say I could not help it.CAES.I wrote to you,When rioting in Alexandria youDid pocket up my letters; and with tauntsDid gibe my missive out of audience.ANT.Sir,He fell upon me, ere admitted, then;Three kings I had newly feasted, and did wantOf what I was i’ th’ morning; but next dayI told him of myself, which was as muchAs to have ask’d him pardon. Let this fellowBe nothing of our strife; if we contend,Out of our question wipe him.CAES.You have brokenThe article of your oath, which you shall neverHave tongue to charge me with.LEP.Soft, Caesar!ANT.No, Lepidus, let him speak.The honor is sacred which he talks on now,Supposing that I lack’d it. But on, Caesar,The article of my oath.CAES.To lend me arms and aid when I requir’d them,The which you both denied.ANT.Neglected, rather;And then when poisoned hours had bound me upFrom mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,I’ll play the penitent to you; but mine honestyShall not make poor my greatness, nor my powerWork without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;For which myself, the ignorant motive, doSo far ask pardon as befits mine honorTo stoop in such a case.LEP.’Tis noble spoken.MAEC.If it might please you, to enforce no furtherThe griefs between ye: to forget them quiteWere to remember that the present needSpeaks to atone you.LEP.Worthily spoken, Maecenas.ENO.Or, if you borrow one another’s love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again. You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.ANT.Thou art a soldier only, speak no more.ENO.That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.ANT.You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.ENO.Go to then—your considerate stone.CAES.I do not much dislike the matter, butThe manner of his speech; for’t cannot beWe shall remain in friendship, our conditionsSo diff’ring in their acts. Yet if I knewWhat hoop should hold us staunch from edge to edgeA’ th’ world, I would pursue it.AGR.Give me leave, Caesar—CAES.Speak, Agrippa.AGR.Thou hast a sister by the mother’s side,Admir’d Octavia. Great Mark AntonyIs now a widower.CAES.Say not so, Agrippa;If Cleopatra heard you, your reproofWere well deserv’d of rashness.ANT.I am not married, Caesar;Let me hear Agrippa further speak.AGR.To hold you in perpetual amity,To make you brothers, and to knit your heartsWith an unslipping knot, take AntonyOctavia to his wife; whose beauty claimsNo worse a husband than the best of men;Whose virtue and whose general graces speakThat which none else can utter. By this marriage,All little jealousies, which now seem great,And all great fears, which now import their dangers,Would then be nothing. Truths would be tales,Where now half tales be truths. Her love to bothWould each to other and all loves to bothDraw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,For ’tis a studied, not a present thought,By duty ruminated.ANT.Will Caesar speak?CAES.Not till he hears how Antony is touch’dWith what is spoke already.ANT.What power is in Agrippa,If I would say, “Agrippa, be it so,”To make this good?CAES.The power of Caesar, andHis power unto Octavia.ANT.May I never(To this good purpose, that so fairly shows)Dream of impediment! Let me have thy handFurther this act of grace; and from this hourThe heart of brothers govern in our loves,And sway our great designs!CAES.There’s my hand.A sister I bequeath you, whom no brotherDid ever love so dearly. Let her liveTo join our kingdoms and our hearts, and neverFly off our loves again!LEP.Happily, amen!ANT.I did not think to draw my sword ’gainst Pompey,For he hath laid strange courtesies and greatOf late upon me. I must thank him only,Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;At heel of that, defy him.LEP.Time calls upon ’s.Of us must Pompey presently be sought,Or else he seeks out us.ANT.Where lies he?CAES.About the Mount Misena.ANT.What is his strength by land?CAES.Great, and increasing; but by seaHe is an absolute master.ANT.So is the fame.Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it,Yet ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch weThe business we have talk’d of.CAES.With most gladness,And do invite you to my sister’s view,Whither straight I’ll lead you.ANT.Let us, Lepidus,Not lack your company.LEP.Noble Antony,Not sickness should detain me.Flourish. Exeunt omnes. Manent Enobarbus, Agrippa, Maecenas.MAEC.Welcome from Egypt, sir.ENO.Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Maecenas! My honorable friend, Agrippa!AGR.Good Enobarbus!MAEC.We have cause to be glad that matters are so well disgested. You stay’d well by’t in Egypt.ENO.Ay, sir, we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.MAEC.Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; is this true?ENO.This was but as a fly by an eagle; we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserv’d noting.MAEC.She’s a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.ENO.When she first met Mark Antony, she purs’d up his heart upon the river of Cydnus.AGR.There she appear’d indeed; or my reporter devis’d well for her.ENO.I will tell you.The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,Burnt on the water. The poop was beaten gold,Purple the sails, and so perfumed thatThe winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and madeThe water which they beat to follow faster,As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,It beggar’d all description: she did lieIn her pavilion—cloth of gold, of tissue—O’er-picturing that Venus where we seeThe fancy outwork nature. On each side herStood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,With divers-color’d fans, whose wind did seemTo glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,And what they undid did.AGR.O, rare for Antony!ENO.Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,So many mermaids, tended her i’ th’ eyes,And made their bends adornings. At the helmA seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackleSwell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,That yarely frame the office. From the bargeA strange invisible perfume hits the senseOf the adjacent wharfs. The city castHer people out upon her; and AntonyEnthron’d i’ th’ market-place, did sit alone,Whistling to th’ air, which, but for vacancy,Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,And made a gap in nature.AGR.Rare Egyptian!ENO.Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,Invited her to supper. She replied,It should be better he became her guest;Which she entreated. Our courteous Antony,Whom ne’er the word of “No” woman heard speak,Being barber’d ten times o’er, goes to the feast;And for his ordinary pays his heartFor what his eyes eat only.AGR.Royal wench!She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed;He ploughed her, and she cropp’d.ENO.I saw her onceHop forty paces through the public street;And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,That she did make defect perfection,And breathless, pow’r breathe forth.MAEC.Now AntonyMust leave her utterly.ENO.Never, he will not:Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety. Other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies; for vildest thingsBecome themselves in her, that the holy priestsBless her when she is riggish.MAEC.If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settleThe heart of Antony, Octavia isA blessed lottery to him.AGR.Let us go.Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guestWhilst you abide here.ENO.Humbly, sir, I thank you.Exeunt.
Scene 3Rome. Octavius Caesar’s house.AntonyCaesarOctaviaLamprius the SoothsayerVentidiusDespite his marriage to Octavia, Antony decides to leave for Egypt, fearful of the Soothsayer’s warnings that Caesar shall overcome him. He sends Ventidius to fight in Parthia.Enter Antony, Caesar, Octavia between them.ANT.The world and my great office will sometimesDivide me from your bosom.OCT.All which timeBefore the gods my knee shall bow my prayersTo them for you.ANT.Good night, sir. My Octavia,Read not my blemishes in the world’s report.I have not kept my square, but that to comeShall all be done by th’ rule. Good night, dear lady.OCT.Good night, sir.CAES.Good night.Exit with Octavia.Enter Soothsayer.ANT.Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?SOOTH.Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither.ANT.If you can, your reason?SOOTH.I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue;But yet hie you to Egypt again.ANT.Say to me, whose fortunes shall rise higher,Caesar’s or mine?SOOTH.Caesar’s.Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side.Thy daemon, that thy spirit which keeps thee, isNoble, courageous, high unmatchable,Where Caesar’s is not; but near him, thy angelBecomes a fear, as being o’erpow’r’d: thereforeMake space enough between you.ANT.Speak this no more.SOOTH.To none but thee; no more but when to thee.If thou dost play with him at any game,Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luck,He beats thee ’gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickensWhen he shines by. I say again, thy spiritIs all afraid to govern thee near him;But he away, ’tis noble.ANT.Get thee gone.Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.Exit Soothsayer.He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,He hath spoken true. The very dice obey him,And in our sports my better cunning faintsUnder his chance. If we draw lots, he speeds;His cocks do win the battle still of mine,When it is all to nought; and his quails everBeat mine, inhoop’d, at odds. I will to Egypt;And though I make this marriage for my peace,I’ th’ East my pleasure lies.Enter Ventidius.O, come, Ventidius,You must to Parthia. Your commission’s ready;Follow me, and receive’t.Exeunt.
Scene 4Rome. A street.LepidusMaecenasAgrippaLepidus bids farewell to Maecenas and Agrippa.Enter Lepidus, Maecenas, and Agrippa.LEP.Trouble yourselves no further; pray you hastenYour generals after.AGR.Sir, Mark AntonyWill e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow.LEP.Till I shall see you in your soldier’s dress,Which will become you both, farewell.MAEC.We shall,As I conceive the journey, be at the MountBefore you, Lepidus.LEP.Your way is shorter,My purposes do draw me much about.You’ll win two days upon me.BOTH. MAEC. AND AGR.Sir, good success!LEP.Farewell.Exeunt.
Scene 5Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianIrasAlexasMardian the EunuchEgyptian MessengerCleopatra is lazing about. A terrified messenger informs her that Antony has married Octavia. Furious, she strikes him and threatens to kill him, but he runs away. She apologizes and sends him to gather as much information on Octavia as he can.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.CLEO.CHAR.IRAS.ALEX.CLEO.Give me some music; music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.CHAR., IRAS, ALEX.The music, ho!Enter Mardian the Eunuch.MAR.CLEO.Let it alone, let’s to billards. Come, Charmian.CHAR.My arm is sore, best play with Mardian.CLEO.As well a woman with an eunuch play’dAs with a woman. Come, you’ll play with me, sir?MAR.As well as I can, madam.CLEO.And when good will is show’d, though’t come too short,The actor may plead pardon. I’ll none now.Give me mine angle, we’ll to th’ river; there,My music playing far off, I will betrayTawny-finn’d fishes; my bended hook shall pierceTheir slimy jaws; and as I draw them up,I’ll think them every one an Antony,And say, “Ah, ha! Y’ are caught.”CHAR.’Twas merry whenYou wager’d on your angling; when your diverDid hang a salt-fish on his hook, which heWith fervency drew up.CLEO.That time? O times!I laugh’d him out of patience; and that nightI laugh’d him into patience; and next morn,Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilstI wore his sword Philippan.Enter an Egyptian Messenger.O, from Italy!Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,That long time have been barren.EGYPT. MESS.Madam, madam—CLEO.Antonio’s dead! If thou say so, villain,Thou kill’st thy mistress; but well and free,If thou so yield him, there is gold, and hereMy bluest veins to kiss—a hand that kingsHave lipp’d, and trembled kissing.EGYPT. MESS.First, madam, he is well.CLEO.Why, there’s more gold.But, sirrah, mark, we useTo say the dead are well. Bring it to that,The gold I give thee will I melt and pourDown thy ill-uttering throat.EGYPT. MESS.Good madam, hear me.CLEO.Well, go to, I will.But there’s no goodness in thy face, if AntonyBe free and healthful—so tart a favorTo trumpet such good tidings! If not well,Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown’d with snakes,Not like a formal man.EGYPT. MESS.Will’t please you hear me?CLEO.I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak’st;Yet if thou say Antony lives, ’tis well,Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,I’ll set thee in a shower of gold, and hailRich pearls upon thee.EGYPT. MESS.Madam, he’s well.CLEO.Well said.EGYPT. MESS.And friends with Caesar.CLEO.Th’ art an honest man.EGYPT. MESS.Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.CLEO.Make thee a fortune from me.EGYPT. MESS.But yet, madam—CLEO.I do not like “but yet,” it does allayThe good precedence; fie upon ’but yet’!“But yet” is as a jailer to bring forthSome monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,The good and bad together: he’s friends with Caesar,In state of health thou say’st, and thou say’st free.EGYPT. MESS.Free, madam, no; I made no such report.He’s bound unto Octavia.CLEO.For what good turn?EGYPT. MESS.For the best turn i’ th’ bed.CLEO.I am pale, Charmian.EGYPT. MESS.Madam, he’s married to Octavia.CLEO.The most infectious pestilence upon thee!Strikes him down.CLEO.EGYPT. MESS.Good madam, patience.CLEO.What say you?Strikes him.CLEO.Hence,Horrible villain, or I’ll spurn thine eyesLike balls before me; I’ll unhair thy head,She hales him up and down.CLEO.Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew’d in brine,Smarting in ling’ring pickle.EGYPT. MESS.Gracious madam,I that do bring the news made not the match.CLEO.Say ’tis not so, a province I will give thee,And make thy fortunes proud; the blow thou hadstShall make thy peace for moving me to rage,And I will boot thee with what gift besideThy modesty can beg.EGYPT. MESS.He’s married, madam.CLEO.Rogue, thou hast liv’d too long.Draw a knife.CLEO.EGYPT. MESS.Nay then I’ll run.What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.Exit.EGYPT. MESS.CHAR.Good madam, keep yourself within yourself,The man is innocent.CLEO.Some innocents scape not the thunderbolt.Melt Egypt into Nile! And kindly creaturesTurn all to serpents! Call the slave again,Though I am mad, I will not bite him. Call!CHAR.He is afeard to come.CLEO.I will not hurt him.These hands do lack nobility that they strikeA meaner than myself, since I myselfHave given myself the cause. Come hither, sir.Enter the Egyptian Messenger again.Though it be honest, it is never goodTo bring bad news. Give to a gracious messageAn host of tongues, but let ill tidings tellThemselves when they be felt.EGYPT. MESS.I have done my duty.CLEO.Is he married?I cannot hate thee worser than I do,If thou again say yes.EGYPT. MESS.He’s married, madam.CLEO.The gods confound thee, dost thou hold there still?EGYPT. MESS.Should I lie, madam?CLEO.O, I would thou didst;So half my Egypt were submerg’d and madeA cestern for scal’d snakes! Go get thee hence!Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to meThou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?EGYPT. MESS.I crave your Highness’ pardon.CLEO.He is married?EGYPT. MESS.Take no offense that I would not offend you;To punish me for what you make me doSeems much unequal. He’s married to Octavia.CLEO.O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,That art not what th’ art sure of. Get thee hence;The merchandise which thou hast brought from RomeAre all too dear for me. Lie they upon thy hand,And be undone by ’em!Exit Egyptian Messenger.CHAR.Good your Highness, patience.CLEO.In praising Antony I have disprais’d Caesar.CHAR.Many times, madam.CLEO.I am paid for’t now.Lead me from hence;I faint, O Iras, Charmian! ’Tis no matter.Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid himReport the feature of Octavia, her years,Her inclination; let him not leave outThe color of her hair. Bring me word quickly.Exit Alexas.Let him forever go—let him not, Charmian—Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,The other way’s a Mars.To Mardian.Bid you AlexasBring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.Exeunt.
Scene 6Near Misenum.PompeyMenasCaesarLepidusAntonyEnobarbusMaecenasAgrippaSoldiersPompey and the Triumvirs hold a parley. Pompey is given land and induced to return peacefully to Sicily. They agree to feast together to celebrate. Enobarbus prophesizes that Antony will abandon Octavia to return to Cleopatra, which is sure to cause trouble.Flourish. Enter Pompey, Menas at one door, with Drum and Trumpet: at another, Caesar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Maecenas, Agrippa, with Soldiers marching.POM.Your hostages I have, so have you mine;And we shall talk before we fight.CAES.Most meetThat first we come to words, and therefore have weOur written purposes before us sent,Which if thou hast considered, let us knowIf ’twill tie up thy discontented sword,And carry back to Sicily much tall youthThat else must perish here.POM.To you all three,The senators alone of this great world,Chief factors for the gods: I do not knowWherefore my father should revengers want,Having a son and friends, since Julius Caesar,Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,There saw you laboring for him. What was’tThat mov’d pale Cassius to conspire? And whatMade all-honor’d, honest, Roman Brutus,With the arm’d rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,To drench the Capitol, but that they wouldHave one man but a man? And that is itHath made me rig my navy, at whose burdenThe anger’d ocean foams, with which I meantTo scourge th’ ingratitude that despiteful RomeCast on my noble father.CAES.Take your time.ANT.Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;We’ll speak with thee at sea. At land, thou know’stHow much we do o’er-count thee.POM.At land indeedThou dost o’er-count me of my father’s house;But since the cuckoo builds not for himself,Remain in’t as thou mayst.LEP.Be pleas’d to tell us(For this is from the present) how you takeThe offers we have sent you.CAES.There’s the point.ANT.Which do not be entreated to, but weighWhat it is worth embrac’d.CAES.And what may follow,To try a larger fortune.POM.You have made me offerOf Sicily, Sardinia; and I mustRid all the sea of pirates; then, to sendMeasures of wheat to Rome. This ’greed upon,To part with unhack’d edges and bear backOur targes undinted.CAES., ANT., LEP.That’s our offer.POM.Know thenI came before you here a man prepar’dTo take this offer; but Mark AntonyPut me to some impatience. Though I loseThe praise of it by telling, you must know,When Caesar and your brother were at blows,Your mother came to Sicily and did findHer welcome friendly.ANT.I have heard it, Pompey,And am well studied for a liberal thanks,Which I do owe you.POM.Let me have your hand.I did not think, sir, to have met you here.ANT.The beds i’ th’ East are soft, and thanks to you,That call’d me timelier than my purpose hither;For I have gain’d by’t.CAES.Since I saw you last,There’s a change upon you.POM.Well, I know notWhat counts harsh Fortune casts upon my face,But in my bosom shall she never come,To make my heart her vassal.LEP.Well met here.POM.I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed.I crave our composition may be writtenAnd seal’d between us.CAES.That’s the next to do.POM.We’ll feast each other ere we part, and let’sDraw lots who shall begin.ANT.That will I, Pompey.POM.No, Antony, take the lot; but firstOr last, your fine Egyptian cookeryShall have the fame. I have heard that Julius CaesarGrew fat with feasting there.ANT.You have heard much.POM.I have fair meanings, sir.ANT.And fair words to them.POM.Then so much have I heard;And I have heard, Apollodorus carried—ENO.No more of that; he did so.POM.What, I pray you?ENO.A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.POM.I know thee now: how far’st thou, soldier?ENO.Well,And well am like to do, for I perceiveFour feasts are toward.POM.Let me shake thy hand,I never hated thee. I have seen thee fight,When I have envied thy behavior.ENO.Sir,I never lov’d you much, but I ha’ prais’d yeWhen you have well deserv’d ten times as muchAs I have said you did.POM.Enjoy thy plainness,It nothing ill becomes thee.Aboard my galley I invite you all.Will you lead, lords?CAES., ANT., LEP.Show ’s the way, sir.POM.Come.Exeunt. Manent Enobarbus and Menas.MENAS.Aside.MEN.Thy father, Pompey, would ne’er have made this treaty.—You and I have known, sir.ENO.At sea, I think.MENAS.We have, sir.ENO.You have done well by water.MENAS.And you by land.ENO.I will praise any man that will praise me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.MENAS.Nor what I have done by water.ENO.Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea.MENAS.And you by land.ENO.There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas; if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.MENAS.All men’s faces are true, whatsome’er their hands are.ENO.But there is never a fair woman has a true face.MENAS.No slander, they steal hearts.ENO.We came hither to fight with you.MENAS.For my part, I am sorry it is turn’d to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.ENO.If he do, sure he cannot weep’t back again.MENAS.Y’ have said, sir. We look’d not for Mark Antony here. Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?ENO.Caesar’s sister is call’d Octavia.MENAS.True, sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.ENO.But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.MENAS.Pray ye, sir?ENO.’Tis true.MENAS.Then is Caesar and he forever knit together.ENO.If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.MENAS.I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage than the love of the parties.ENO.I think so too. But you shall find the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.MENAS.Who would not have his wife so?ENO.Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again. Then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar, and (as I said before) that which is the strength of their amity shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here.MENAS.And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.ENO.I shall take it, sir; we have us’d our throats in Egypt.MENAS.Come, let’s away.Exeunt.
Scene 7On board Pompey’s galley, off Misenum.Pompey’s First ServantPompey’s Second ServantCaesarAntonyPompeyLepidusAgrippaMaecenasEnobarbusMenasCaptainsThe greatest rulers in the world grow progressively drunker as they drink to the health of their peace pact. Menas suggests to Pompey that they take the opportunity to assassinate the triumvirate, but Pompey refuses.Music plays.Enter two or three Servants with a banquet.POM. 1. SERV.Here they’ll be, man. Some o’ their plants are ill rooted already, the least wind i’ th’ world will blow them down.POM. 2. SERV.Lepidus is high-color’d.POM. 1. SERV.They have made him drink alms-drink.POM. 2. SERV.As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, “No more”; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to th’ drink.POM. 1. SERV.But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.POM. 2. SERV.Why, this it is to have a name in great men’s fellowship. I had as live have a reed that will do me no service as a partisan I could not heave.POM. 1. SERV.To be call’d into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in’t, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.A sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Maecenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.ANT.To Caesar.Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o’ th’ NileBy certain scales i’ th’ pyramid; they know,By th’ height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearthOr foison follow. The higher Nilus swells,The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsmanUpon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,And shortly comes to harvest.LEP.Y’ have strange serpents there?ANT.Ay, Lepidus.LEP.Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun. So is your crocodile.ANT.They are so.POM.Sit—and some wine! A health to Lepidus!LEP.I am not so well as I should be; but I’ll ne’er out.ENO.Not till you have slept; I fear me you’ll be in till then.LEP.Nay certainly, I have heard the Ptolomies’ pyramises are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that.MENAS.Aside to Pompey.MEN.Pompey, a word.POM.Aside to Menas.POM.Say in mine ear, what is’t.MENAS.Whispers in ’s ear.Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,And hear me speak a word.POM.Aside to Menas.POM.Forbear me till anon.—This wine for Lepidus!LEP.What manner o’ thing is your crocodile?ANT.It is shap’d, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth. It is just so high as it is, and moves with it own organs. It lives by that which nourisheth it, and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.LEP.What color is it of?ANT.Of it own color too.LEP.’Tis a strange serpent.ANT.’Tis so, and the tears of it are wet.CAES.Will this description satisfy him?ANT.With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure.Menas whispers again.POM.Aside to Menas.POM.Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? Away!Do as I bid you.—Where’s this cup I call’d for?MENAS.Aside to Pompey.MEN.If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,Rise from thy stool.POM.Aside to Menas.POM.I think th’ art mad. The matter?Rises and walks aside.MENAS.I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.POM.Thou hast serv’d me with much faith; what’s else to say?—Be jolly, lords.ANT.These quicksands, Lepidus,Keep off them, for you sink.MENAS.Wilt thou be lord of all the world?POM.What say’st thou?MENAS.Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That’s twice.POM.How should that be?MENAS.But entertain it,And though thou think me poor, I am the manWill give thee all the world.POM.Hast thou drunk well?MENAS.No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.Thou art, if thou dar’st be, the earthly Jove.What e’er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,Is thine, if thou wilt ha’t.POM.Show me which way.MENAS.These three world-sharers, these competitors,Are in thy vessel. Let me cut the cable,And when we are put off, fall to their throats:All there is thine.POM.Ah, this thou shouldst have done,And not have spoke on’t! In me ’tis villainy,In thee’t had been good service. Thou must know,’Tis not my profit that does lead mine honor;Mine honor, it. Repent that e’er thy tongueHath so betray’d thine act. Being done unknown,I should have found it afterwards well done,But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.MENAS.Aside.MEN.For this,I’ll never follow thy pall’d fortunes more.Who seeks, and will not take when once ’tis offer’d,Shall never find it more.POM.This health to Lepidus!ANT.Bear him ashore. I’ll pledge it for him, Pompey.ENO.Here’s to thee, Menas!MENAS.Enobarbus, welcome!POM.Fill till the cup be hid.ENO.There’s a strong fellow, Menas.Pointing to the Attendant who carries off Lepidus.MENAS.Why?ENO.’A bears the third part of the world, man; seest not?MENAS.The third part then is drunk. Would it were all,That it might go on wheels!ENO.Drink thou; increase the reels.MENAS.Come.POM.This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.ANT.It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels ho!Here’s to Caesar!CAES.I could well forbear’t.It’s monstrous labor when I wash my brainAnd it grow fouler.ANT.Be a child o’ th’ time.CAES.Possess it, I’ll make answer.But I had rather fast from all, four days,Than drink so much in one.ENO.To Antony.Ha, my brave emperor!Shall we dance now the Egyptian bacchanalsAnd celebrate our drink?POM.Let’s ha’t, good soldier.ANT.Come, let’s all take hands,Till that the conquering wine hath steep’d our senseIn soft and delicate Lethe.ENO.All take hands.Make battery to our ears with the loud music;The while I’ll place you, then the boy shall sing.The holding every man shall bear as loudAs his strong sides can volley.Music plays.Enobarbus places them hand in hand.ENO.The SongENO.Come, thou monarch of the vine,Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!In thy fats our cares be drown’d,With thy grapes our hairs be crown’d!Cup us till the world go round,Cup us till the world go round!CAES.What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,Let me request you off, our graver businessFrowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let’s part,You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong EnobarbIs weaker than the wine, and mine own tongueSpleets what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almostAntick’d us all. What needs more words? Good night.Good Antony, your hand.POM.I’ll try you on the shore.ANT.And shall, sir, give ’s your hand.POM.O Antony,You have my father’s house—But what, we are friends?Come down into the boat.ENO.Take heed you fall not.Exeunt all but Enobarbus and Menas.Menas, I’ll not on shore.MENAS.No, to my cabin.These drums, these trumpets, flutes! What!Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewellTo these great fellows. Sound and be hang’d, sound out!Sound a flourish, with drums.ENO.Hoo, says ’a. There’s my cap.MENAS.Ho, noble captain, come.Exeunt.
Scene 1A plain in Syria.VentidiusSiliusRomansOfficersSoldiersthe dead body of PacorusVentidius has beaten the Parthian host, but decides not to pursue them further.Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph with Silius and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers, the dead body of Pacorus borne before him.VEN.Now, darting Parthia, art thou strook, and nowPleas’d Fortune does of Marcus Crassus’ deathMake me revenger. Bear the King’s son’s bodyBefore our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,Pays this for Marcus Crassus.SIL.Noble Ventidius,Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,The fugitive Parthians follow. Spur through Media,Mesopotamia, and the shelters whitherThe routed fly; so thy grand captain, Antony,Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, andPut garlands on thy head.VEN.O Silius, Silius,I have done enough; a lower place, note well,May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius:Better to leave undone, than by our deedAcquire too high a fame when him we serve’s away.Caesar and Antony have ever wonMore in their officer than person. Sossius,One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,For quick accumulation of renown,Which he achiev’d by th’ minute, lost his favor.Who does i’ th’ wars more than his captain canBecomes his captain’s captain; and ambition(The soldier’s virtue) rather makes choice of lossThan gain which darkens him.I could do more to do Antonius good,But ’twould offend him; and in his offenseShould my performance perish.SIL.Thou hast, Ventidius, thatWithout the which a soldier and his swordGrants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?VEN.I’ll humbly signify what in his name,That magical word of war, we have effected;How with his banners, and his well-paid ranks,The ne’er-yet-beaten horse of ParthiaWe have jaded out o’ th’ field.SIL.Where is he now?VEN.He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what hasteThe weight we must convey with ’s will permit,We shall appear before him. On, there, pass along!Exeunt.
Scene 2Rome. An ante-chamber in Octavius Caesar’s house.AgrippaEnobarbusCaesarAntonyLepidusOctaviaCaesar bids farewell to Octavia and Antony, who are leaving Rome for Athens.Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another.AGR.What, are the brothers parted?ENO.They have dispatch’d with Pompey, he is gone;The other three are sealing. Octavia weepsTo part from Rome; Caesar is sad, and Lepidus,Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubledWith the green-sickness.AGR.’Tis a noble Lepidus.ENO.A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar!AGR.Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!ENO.Caesar? Why, he’s the Jupiter of men.AGR.What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.ENO.Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!AGR.O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!ENO.Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar,” go no further.AGR.Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises.ENO.But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony.Hoo, hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannotThink, speak, cast, write, sing, number, hoo!His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.AGR.Both he loves.ENO.They are his shards, and he their beetle, so.Trumpet within.This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.AGR.Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.ANT.No further, sir.CAES.You take from me a great part of myself;Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wifeAs my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bandShall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,Let not the piece of virtue which is setBetwixt us, as the cement of our loveTo keep it builded, be the ram to batterThe fortress of it; for better might weHave lov’d without this mean, if on both partsThis be not cherish’d.ANT.Make me not offendedIn your distrust.CAES.I have said.ANT.You shall not find,Though you be therein curious, the least causeFor what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you,And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!We will here part.CAES.Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well,The elements be kind to thee, and makeThy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well.OCT.My noble brother!ANT.The April’s in her eyes, it is love’s spring,And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.OCT.Sir, look well to my husband’s house; and—CAES.What,Octavia?OCT.I’ll tell you in your ear.ANT.Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor canHer heart inform her tongue—the swan’s down feather,That stands upon the swell at the full of tide,And neither way inclines.ENO.Aside to Agrippa.ENO.Will Caesar weep?AGR.Aside to Enobarbus.AGR.He has a cloud in ’s face.ENO.Aside to Agrippa.ENO.He were the worse for that were he a horse;So is he being a man.AGR.Aside to Enobarbus.AGR.Why, Enobarbus?When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,He cried almost to roaring; and he weptWhen at Philippi he found Brutus slain.ENO.Aside to Agrippa.ENO.That year indeed he was troubled with a rheum;What willingly he did confound he wail’d,Believe’t—till I weep too.CAES.No, sweet Octavia,You shall hear from me still; the time shall notOutgo my thinking on you.ANT.Come, sir, come,I’ll wrastle with you in my strength of love.Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,And give you to the gods.CAES.Adieu, be happy.LEP.Let all the number of the stars give lightTo thy fair way.CAES.Farewell, farewell.Kisses Octavia.ANT.Farewell.Trumpets sound. Exeunt.
Scene 3Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianIrasAlexasEgyptian MessengerCleopatra gets a diplomatically unfavorable description of Octavia from the messenger. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.CLEO.Where is the fellow?ALEX.Half afeard to come.CLEO.Go to, go to. Come hither, sir.Enter the Egyptian Messenger as before.ALEX.Good Majesty!Herod of Jewry dare not look upon youBut when you are well pleas’d.CLEO.That Herod’s headI’ll have; but how, when Antony is gone,Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.EGYPT. MESS.Most gracious Majesty!CLEO.Didst thou behold Octavia?EGYPT. MESS.Ay, dread Queen.CLEO.Where?EGYPT. MESS.Madam, in Rome;I look’d her in the face, and saw her ledBetween her brother and Mark Antony.CLEO.Is she as tall as me?EGYPT. MESS.She is not, madam.CLEO.Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu’d or low?EGYPT. MESS.Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic’d.CLEO.That’s not so good. He cannot like her long.CHAR.Like her? O Isis! ’Tis impossible.CLEO.I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish.What majesty is in her gait? Remember,If e’er thou look’st on majesty.EGYPT. MESS.She creeps;Her motion and her station are as one;She shows a body rather than a life,A statue, than a breather.CLEO.Is this certain?EGYPT. MESS.Or I have no observance.CHAR.Three in EgyptCannot make better note.CLEO.He’s very knowing,I do perceive’t. There’s nothing in her yet.The fellow has good judgment.CHAR.Excellent.CLEO.Guess at her years, I prithee.EGYPT. MESS.Madam,She was a widow—CLEO.Widow? Charmian, hark.EGYPT. MESS.And I do think she’s thirty.CLEO.Bear’st thou her face in mind? Is’t long or round?EGYPT. MESS.Round, even to faultiness.CLEO.For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.Her hair, what color?EGYPT. MESS.Brown, madam; and her foreheadAs low as she would wish it.CLEO.There’s gold for thee,Thou must not take my former sharpness ill.I will employ thee back again; I find theeMost fit for business. Go, make thee ready,Our letters are prepar’d.Exit Egyptian Messenger.CHAR.A proper man.CLEO.Indeed he is so; I repent me muchThat so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,This creature’s no such thing.CHAR.Nothing, madam.CLEO.The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.CHAR.Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend!And serving you so long!CLEO.I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian—But ’tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to meWhere I will write. All may be well enough.CHAR.I warrant you, madam.Exeunt.
Scene 4Athens. A room in Antony’s house.AntonyOctaviaOctavia tries to pacify Antony, who is raging at Caesar’s insulting actions. She goes to Rome as a conciliator.Enter Antony and Octavia.ANT.Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that—That were excusable, that, and thousands moreOf semblable import—but he hath wag’dNew wars ’gainst Pompey; made his will, and read itTo public ear;Spoke scantly of me; when perforce he could notBut pay me terms of honor, cold and sicklyHe vented them, most narrow measure lent me;When the best hint was given him, he not took’t,Or did it from his teeth.OCT.O my good lord,Believe not all, or if you must believe,Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,If this division chance, ne’er stood between,Praying for both parts.The good gods will mock me presently,When I shall pray, “O, bless my lord and husband!”Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,“O, bless my brother!” Husband win, win brother,Prays, and destroys the prayer, no midway’Twixt these extremes at all.ANT.Gentle Octavia,Let your best love draw to that point which seeksBest to preserve it. If I lose mine honor,I lose myself; better I were not yoursThan yours so branchless. But as you requested,Yourself shall go between ’s. The mean time, lady,I’ll raise the preparation of a warShall stain your brother. Make your soonest haste;So your desires are yours.OCT.Thanks to my lord.The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,Your reconciler! Wars ’twixt you twain would beAs if the world should cleave, and that slain menShould solder up the rift.ANT.When it appears to you where this begins,Turn your displeasure that way, for our faultsCan never be so equal that your loveCan equally move with them. Provide your going,Choose your own company, and command what costYour heart has mind to.Exeunt.
Scene 5Athens. Another room in Antony’s house.EnobarbusErosLepidus has been displaced from power by Caesar, and Pompey beaten. Now the battle for world supremacy is between Antony and Caesar. Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting.ENO.How now, friend Eros?EROS.There’s strange news come, sir.ENO.What, man?EROS.Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.ENO.This is old, what is the success?EROS.Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.ENO.Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps—no more,And throw between them all the food thou hast,They’ll grind th’ one the other. Where’s Antony?EROS.He’s walking in the garden—thus, and spurnsThe rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”And threats the throat of that his officerThat murd’red Pompey.ENO.Our great navy’s rigg’d.EROS.For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius,My lord desires you presently; my newsI might have told hereafter.ENO.’Twill be naught,But let it be. Bring me to Antony.EROS.Come, sir.Exeunt.
Scene 6Rome. Octavius Caesar’s house.AgrippaMaecenasCaesarOctaviaCaesar reports on how Antony has named himself and Cleopatra emperors of the Orient. Octavia comes to Caesar, who informs her that Antony is not in Athens, where she left him, but in Alexandria, with Cleopatra.Enter Agrippa, Maecenas, and Caesar.CAES.Contemning Rome, he has done all this and moreIn Alexandria. Here’s the manner of’t:I’ th’ market-place, on a tribunal silver’d,Cleopatra and himself in chairs of goldWere publicly enthron’d. At the feet satCaesarion, whom they call my father’s son,And all the unlawful issue that their lustSince then hath made between them. Unto herHe gave the stablishment of Egypt, made herOf lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,Absolute queen.MAEC.This in the public eye?CAES.I’ th’ common show-place, where they exercise.His sons he there proclaim’d the kings of kings:Great Media, Parthia, and ArmeniaHe gave to Alexander; to Ptolomy he assign’dSyria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia. SheIn th’ abiliments of the goddess IsisThat day appear’d; and oft before gave audience,As ’tis reported, so.MAEC.Let Rome be thusInform’d.AGR.Who, queasy with his insolenceAlready, will their good thoughts call from him.CAES.The people knows it, and have now receiv’dHis accusations.AGR.Who does he accuse?CAES.Caesar, and that having in SicilySextus Pompeius spoil’d, we had not rated himHis part o’ th’ isle. Then does he say he lent meSome shipping unrestor’d. Lastly, he fretsThat Lepidus of the triumpherateShould be depos’d; and being, that we detainAll his revenue.AGR.Sir, this should be answer’d.CAES.’Tis done already, and the messenger gone.I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel,That he his high authority abus’d,And did deserve his change. For what I have conquer’d,I grant him part; but then, in his ArmeniaAnd other of his conquer’d kingdoms, IDemand the like.MAEC.He’ll never yield to that.CAES.Nor must not then be yielded to in this.Enter Octavia with her Train.OCT.Hail, Caesar, and my lord! Hail, most dear Caesar!CAES.That ever I should call thee castaway!OCT.You have not call’d me so, nor have you cause.CAES.Why have you stol’n upon us thus? You come notLike Caesar’s sister. The wife of AntonyShould have an army for an usher, andThe neighs of horse to tell of her approach,Long ere she did appear; the trees by th’ wayShould have borne men, and expectation fainted,Longing for what it had not; nay, the dustShould have ascended to the roof of heaven,Rais’d by your populous troops. But you are comeA market-maid to Rome, and have preventedThe ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,Is often left unlov’d. We should have met youBy sea and land, supplying every stageWith an augmented greeting.OCT.Good my lord,To come thus was I not constrain’d, but did itOn my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,Hearing that you prepar’d for war, acquaintedMy grieved ear withal; whereon I begg’dHis pardon for return.CAES.Which soon he granted,Being an abstract ’tween his lust and him.OCT.Do not say so, my lord.CAES.I have eyes upon him,And his affairs come to me on the wind.Where is he now?OCT.My lord, in Athens.CAES.No, my most wronged sister, CleopatraHath nodded him to her. He hath given his empireUp to a whore, who now are levyingThe kings o’ th’ earth for war. He hath assembledBocchus, the King of Libya; ArchelausOf Cappadocia; Philadelphos, KingOf Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;King Manchus of Arabia; King of Pont;Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, KingOf Comagena; Polemon and Amyntas,The Kings of Mede and Lycaonia,With a more larger list of sceptres.OCT.Ay me, most wretched,That have my heart parted betwixt two friendsThat does afflict each other!CAES.Welcome hither!Your letters did withhold our breaking forth,Till we perceiv’d both how you were wrong ledAnd we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart,Be you not troubled with the time, which drivesO’er your content these strong necessities,But let determin’d things to destinyHold unbewail’d their way. Welcome to Rome,Nothing more dear to me. You are abus’dBeyond the mark of thought; and the high gods,To do you justice, makes his ministersOf us and those that love you. Best of comfort,And ever welcome to us.AGR.Welcome, lady.MAEC.Welcome, dear madam,Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;Only th’ adulterous Antony, most largeIn his abominations, turns you off,And gives his potent regiment to a trullThat noises it against us.OCT.Is it so, sir?CAES.Most certain. Sister, welcome. Pray youBe ever known to patience. My dear’st sister!Exeunt.
Scene 7Near Actium. Mark Antony’s camp.CleopatraEnobarbusAntonyCanidiusSecond Roman MessengerScarusThe plain-spoken Enobarbus tells Cleopatra she shouldn’t be at the army’s camp, as she will distract Antony. Foolhardily, Antony decides to fight Caesar on sea, where Caesar is much the stronger.Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.CLEO.I will be even with thee, doubt it not.ENO.But why, why, why?CLEO.Thou hast forespoke my being in these wars,And say’st it is not fit.ENO.Well; is it, is it?CLEO.If not denounc’d against us, why should not weBe there in person?ENO.Aside.ENO.Well, I could reply:If we should serve with horse and mares together,The horse were merely lost; the mares would bearA soldier and his horse.CLEO.What is’t you say?ENO.Your presence needs must puzzle Antony,Take from his heart, take from his brain, from ’s time,What should not then be spar’d. He is alreadyTraduc’d for levity, and ’tis said in RomeThat Photinus an eunuch and your maidsManage this war.CLEO.Sink Rome, and their tongues rotThat speak against us! A charge we bear i’ th’ war,And as the president of my kingdom willAppear there for a man. Speak not against it,I will not stay behind.Enter Antony and Canidius.ENO.Nay, I have done,Here comes the Emperor.ANT.Is it not strange, Canidius,That from Tarentum and BrundusiumHe could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea,And take in Toryne? You have heard on’t, sweet?CLEO.Celerity is never more admir’dThan by the negligent.ANT.A good rebuke,Which might have well becom’d the best of men,To taunt at slackness. Canidius, weWill fight with him by sea.CLEO.By sea, what else?CAN.Why will my lord do so?ANT.For that he dares us to’t.ENO.So hath my lord dar’d him to single fight.CAN.Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia,Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers,Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off,And so should you.ENO.Your ships are not well mann’d,Your mariners are muleters, reapers, peopleIngross’d by swift impress. In Caesar’s fleetAre those that often have ’gainst Pompey fought;Their ships are yare, yours heavy. No disgraceShall fall you for refusing him at sea,Being prepar’d for land.ANT.By sea, by sea.ENO.Most worthy sir, you therein throw awayThe absolute soldiership you have by land,Distract your army, which doth most consistOf war-mark’d footmen, leave unexecutedYour own renowned knowledge, quite forgoThe way which promises assurance, andGive up yourself merely to chance and hazard,From firm security.ANT.I’ll fight at sea.CLEO.I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.ANT.Our overplus of shipping will we burn,And, with the rest full-mann’d, from th’ head of ActiumBeat th’ approaching Caesar. But if we fail,We then can do’t at land.Enter Second Roman Messenger.Thy business?2. ROM. MESS.The news is true, my lord: he is descried;Caesar has taken Toryne.ANT.Can he be there in person? ’Tis impossibleStrange that his power should be. Canidius,Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,And our twelve thousand horse. We’ll to our ship,Away, my Thetis!Enter Scarus.How now, worthy soldier?SCAR.O noble Emperor, do not fight by sea,Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubtThis sword, and these my wounds? Let th’ EgyptiansAnd the Phoenicians go a-ducking; weHave us’d to conquer standing on the earth,And fighting foot to foot.ANT.Well, well, away!Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.SCAR.By Hercules, I think I am i’ th’ right.CAN.Soldier, thou art; but his whole action growsNot in the power on’t. So our leader’s led,And we are women’s men.SCAR.You keep by landThe legions and the horse whole, do you not?CAN.Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,Publicola, and Caelius are for sea;But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar’sCarries beyond belief.SCAR.While he was yet in Rome,His power went out in such distractions asBeguil’d all spies.CAN.Who’s his lieutenant, hear you?SCAR.They say, one Taurus.CAN.Well I know the man.Enter Second Roman Messenger.2. ROM. MESS.The Emperor calls Canidius.CAN.With news the time’s with labor, and throes forthEach minute some.Exeunt.
Scene 8A plain near Actium.CaesarTaurusCaesar warns Taurus, the commander of his land forces, not to attack until the battle at sea is won.Enter Caesar with his army and Taurus, marching.CAES.Taurus!TAUR.My lord?CAES.Strike not by land, keep whole, provoke not battleTill we have done at sea. Do not exceedThe prescript of this scroll. Our fortune liesUpon this jump.Exeunt.
Scene 9Another part of the plain near Actium.AntonyEnobarbusAntony gives Enobarbus his directions.Enter Antony and Enobarbus.ANT.Set we our squadrons on yond side o’ th’ hill,In eye of Caesar’s battle, from which placeWe may the number of the ships behold,And so proceed accordingly.Exeunt.
Scene 10Another part of the plain near Actium.CanidiusTaurusEnobarbusScarusAntony’s commanders witness the battle lost as Cleopatra flees and Antony follows her. Two of them decide to no longer follow Antony.Canidius marcheth with his land army one way over the stage, and Taurus, the lieutenant of Caesar, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight.Alarum. Enter Enobarbus.ENO.ENO.Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer.Th’ Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder.To see’t mine eyes are blasted.Enter Scarus.SCAR.Gods and goddesses,All the whole synod of them!ENO.What’s thy passion?SCAR.The greater cantle of the world is lostWith very ignorance, we have kiss’d awayKingdoms and provinces.ENO.How appears the fight?SCAR.On our side like the token’d pestilence,Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt(Whom leprosy o’ertake!) i’ th’ midst o’ th’ fight,When vantage like a pair of twins appear’d,Both as the same, or rather ours the elder—The breeze upon her, like a cow in June—Hoists sails and flies.ENO.That I beheld.Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could notEndure a further view.SCAR.She once being loof’d,The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,Claps on his sea-wing, and (like a doting mallard),Leaving the fight in heighth, flies after her.I never saw an action of such shame;Experience, manhood, honor, ne’er beforeDid violate so itself.ENO.Alack, alack!Enter Canidius.CAN.Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,And sinks most lamentably. Had our generalBeen what he knew himself, it had gone well.O, he has given example for our flight,Most grossly, by his own!ENO.Ay, are you thereabouts?Why then good night indeed.CAN.Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.SCAR.’Tis easy to’t, and there I will attendWhat further comes.CAN.To Caesar will I renderMy legions and my horse: six kings alreadyShow me the way of yielding.ENO.I’ll yet followThe wounded chance of Antony, though my reasonSits in the wind against me.Exeunt severally.
Scene 11Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.AntonyAntony’s First AttendantAntony’s Second AttendantCleopatraCharmianErosIrasAntony is thoroughly ashamed of his weakness in fleeing after Cleopatra. The queen comes to beg his pardon. Though he rages at her, Antony loves Cleopatra too much not to.Enter Antony with Attendants.ANT.Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon’t,It is asham’d to bear me. Friends, come hither:I am so lated in the world, that IHave lost my way forever. I have a shipLaden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,And make your peace with Caesar.ALL. ANT. ATT.Fly? Not we.ANT.I have fled myself, and have instructed cowardsTo run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone,I have myself resolv’d upon a courseWhich has no need of you. Be gone.My treasure’s in the harbor; take it. O,I follow’d that I blush to look upon.My very hairs do mutiny; for the whiteReprove the brown for rashness, and they themFor fear and doting. Friends, be gone, you shallHave letters from me to some friends that willSweep your way for you. Pray you look not sad,Nor make replies of loathness; take the hintWhich my despair proclaims: let that be leftWhich leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway;I will possess you of that ship and treasure.Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now,Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command,Therefore I pray you. I’ll see you by and by.Sits down.Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros, Iras following.EROS.Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.IRAS.Do, most dear Queen.CHAR.Do? Why, what else?CLEO.Let me sit down. O Juno!ANT.No, no, no, no, no.EROS.See you here, sir?ANT.O fie, fie, fie!CHAR.Madam!IRAS.Madam, O good Empress!EROS.Sir, sir!ANT.Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi keptHis sword e’en like a dancer, while I strookThe lean and wrinkled Cassius, and ’twas IThat the mad Brutus ended. He aloneDealt on lieutenantry, and no practice hadIn the brave squares of war; yet now—No matter.CLEO.Ah, stand by.EROS.The Queen, my lord, the Queen.IRAS.Go to him, madam, speak to him,He’s unqualited with very shame.CLEO.Well then, sustain me. O!EROS.Most noble sir, arise, the Queen approaches.Her head’s declin’d, and death will seize her, butYour comfort makes the rescue.ANT.I have offended reputation,A most unnoble swerving.EROS.Sir, the Queen.ANT.O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? SeeHow I convey my shame out of thine eyesBy looking back what I have left behind’Stroy’d in dishonor.CLEO.O my lord, my lord,Forgive my fearful sails! I little thoughtYou would have followed.ANT.Egypt, thou knew’st too wellMy heart was to thy rudder tied by th’ strings,And thou shouldst tow me after. O’er my spiritThy full supremacy thou knew’st, and thatThy beck might from the bidding of the godsCommand me.CLEO.O, my pardon!ANT.Now I mustTo the young man send humble treaties, dodgeAnd palter in the shifts of lowness, whoWith half the bulk o’ th’ world play’d as I pleas’d,Making and marring fortunes. You did knowHow much you were my conqueror, and thatMy sword, made weak by my affection, wouldObey it on all cause.CLEO.Pardon, pardon!ANT.Fall not a tear, I say, one of them ratesAll that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster,Is ’a come back? Love, I am full of lead.Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knowsWe scorn her most when most she offers blows.Exeunt.
Scene 12Egypt. Octavius Caesar’s camp.CaesarAgrippaThidiasDolabellaSchoolmasterAntony’s schoolmaster bears a humble offer of peace to Caesar, but Caesar wants him driven out of Egypt.Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Thidias, and Dolabella, with others.CAES.Let him appear that’s come from Antony.Know you him?DOL.Caesar, ’tis his schoolmaster,An argument that he is pluck’d, when hitherHe sends so poor a pinion of his wing,Which had superfluous kings for messengersNot many moons gone by.Enter Schoolmaster as Ambassador from Antony.CAES.Approach and speak.AMB.Such as I am, I come from Antony.I was of late as petty to his endsAs is the morn-dew on the myrtle leafTo his grand sea.CAES.Be’t so, declare thine office.AMB.Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, andRequires to live in Egypt, which not granted,He lessons his requests, and to thee suesTo let him breathe between the heavens and earth,A private man in Athens: this for him.Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness,Submits her to thy might, and of thee cravesThe circle of the Ptolomies for her heirs,Now hazarded to thy grace.CAES.For Antony,I have no ears to his request. The QueenOf audience nor desire shall fail, so sheFrom Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,Or take his life there. This if she perform,She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.AMB.Fortune pursue thee!CAES.Bring him through the bands.Exit Ambassador.To Thidias.To try thy eloquence, now ’tis time; dispatch.From Antony win Cleopatra, promise,And in our name, what she requires; add more,From thine invention, offers. Women are notIn their best fortunes strong, but want will perjureThe ne’er-touch’d vestal. Try thy cunning, Thidias,Make thine own edict for thy pains, which weWill answer as a law.THID.Caesar, I go.CAES.Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,And what thou think’st his very action speaksIn every power that moves.THID.Caesar, I shall.Exeunt.
Scene 13Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraEnobarbusCharmianIrasSchoolmaster as AmbassadorAntonyFirst Egyptian ServantSecond Egyptian ServantThidiasAntony challenges Caesar to single combat again. Enobarbus begins to doubt his allegiance to Antony. Thidias comes from Caesar to ask Cleopatra to betray Antony. Antony has Thidias whipped, and resolves to fight again.Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.CLEO.What shall we do, Enobarbus?ENO.Think, and die.CLEO.Is Antony or we in fault for this?ENO.Antony only, that would make his willLord of his reason. What though you fledFrom that great face of war, whose several rangesFrighted each other? Why should he follow?The itch of his affection should not thenHave nick’d his captainship, at such a point,When half to half the world oppos’d, he beingThe mered question. ’Twas a shame no lessThan was his loss, to course your flying flags,And leave his navy gazing.CLEO.Prithee peace.Enter the Ambassador with Antony.ANT.Is that his answer?AMB.Ay, my lord.ANT.The Queen shall then have courtesy, so sheWill yield us up.AMB.He says so.ANT.Let her know’t.To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,And he will fill thy wishes to the brimWith principalities.CLEO.That head, my lord?ANT.To him again, tell him he wears the roseOf youth upon him; from which the world should noteSomething particular. His coin, ships, legions,May be a coward’s, whose ministers would prevailUnder the service of a child as soonAs i’ th’ command of Caesar. I dare him thereforeTo lay his gay comparisons apart,And answer me declin’d, sword against sword,Ourselves alone. I’ll write it. Follow me.Exeunt Antony and Ambassador.ENO.Aside.ENO.Yes, like enough! High-battled Caesar willUnstate his happiness, and be stag’d to th’ showAgainst a sworder! I see men’s judgments areA parcel of their fortunes, and things outwardDo draw the inward quality after them,To suffer all alike. That he should dream,Knowing all measures, the full Caesar willAnswer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu’dHis judgment too.Enter First Egyptian Servant.1. EGYPT. SERV.A messenger from Caesar.CLEO.What, no more ceremony? See, my women,Against the blown rose may they stop their noseThat kneel’d unto the buds. Admit him, sir.Exit First Egyptian Servant.ENO.Aside.ENO.Mine honesty and I begin to square.The loyalty well held to fools does makeOur faith mere folly; yet he that can endureTo follow with allegiance a fall’n lordDoes conquer him that did his master conquer,And earns a place i’ th’ story.Enter Thidias.CLEO.Caesar’s will?THID.Hear it apart.CLEO.None but friends: say boldly.THID.So haply are they friends to Antony.ENO.He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our masterWill leap to be his friend; for us, you knowWhose he is we are, and that is Caesar’s.THID.So.Thus then, thou most renown’d: Caesar entreatsNot to consider in what case thou stand’stFurther than he is Caesar.CLEO.Go on: right royal.THID.He knows that you embrace not AntonyAs you did love, but as you fear’d him.CLEO.O!THID.The scars upon your honor, therefore, heDoes pity, as constrained blemishes,Not as deserved.CLEO.He is a god and knowsWhat is most right. Mine honor was not yielded,But conquer’d merely.ENO.Aside.ENO.To be sure of that,I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leakyThat we must leave thee to thy sinking, forThy dearest quit thee.Exit Enobarbus.THID.Shall I say to CaesarWhat you require of him? For he partly begsTo be desir’d to give. It much would please him,That of his fortunes you should make a staffTo lean upon; but it would warm his spiritsTo hear from me you had left Antony,And put yourself under his shroud,The universal landlord.CLEO.What’s your name?THID.My name is Thidias.CLEO.Most kind messenger,Say to great Caesar this in deputation:I kiss his conqu’ring hand. Tell him, I am promptTo lay my crown at ’s feet, and there to kneel.Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hearThe doom of Egypt.THID.’Tis your noblest course.Wisdom and fortune combating together,If that the former dare but what it can,No chance may shake it. Give me grace to layMy duty on your hand.CLEO.Your Caesar’s father oft(When he hath mus’d of taking kingdoms in)Bestow’d his lips on that unworthy place,As it rain’d kisses.Enter Antony and Enobarbus.ANT.Favors? By Jove that thunders!What art thou, fellow?THID.One that but performsThe bidding of the fullest man, and worthiestTo have command obey’d.ENO.Aside.ENO.You will be whipt.ANT.Calling for Servants.Approach there!—Ah, you kite!—Now gods and devils!Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried “Ho!”Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forthAnd cry, “Your will?”—Have you no ears?—I amAntony yet.Enter First Egyptian Servant, others following.Take hence this Jack and whip him.ENO.Aside.ENO.’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelpThan with an old one dying.ANT.Moon and stars!Whip him. Were’t twenty of the greatest tributariesThat do acknowledge Caesar, should I find themSo saucy with the hand of she here—what’s her name,Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,Till like a boy you see him cringe his face,And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.THID.Mark Antony—ANT.Tug him away. Being whipt,Bring him again; the Jack of Caesar’s shallBear us an arrant to him.Exeunt Egyptian Servants with Thidias.You were half blasted ere I knew you; ha?Have I my pillow left unpress’d in Rome,Forborne the getting of a lawful race,And by a gem of women, to be abus’dBy one that looks on feeders?CLEO.Good my lord—ANT.You have been a boggler ever,But when we in our viciousness grow hard(O misery on’t!), the wise gods seel our eyes,In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make usAdore our errors, laugh at ’s while we strutTo our confusion.CLEO.O, is’t come to this?ANT.I found you as a morsel, cold uponDead Caesar’s trencher; nay, you were a fragmentOf Cneius Pompey’s—besides what hotter hours,Unregist’red in vulgar fame, you haveLuxuriously pick’d out; for I am sure,Though you can guess what temperance should be,You know not what it is.CLEO.Wherefore is this?ANT.To let a fellow that will take rewardsAnd say “God quit you!” be familiar withMy playfellow, your hand, this kingly sealAnd plighter of high hearts! O that I wereUpon the hill of Basan, to outroarThe horned herd! For I have savage cause,And to proclaim it civilly were likeA halter’d neck which does the hangman thankFor being yare about him.Enter First Egyptian Servant with Thidias.Is he whipt?1. EGYPT. SERV.Soundly, my lord.ANT.Cried he? And begg’d ’a pardon?1. EGYPT. SERV.He did ask favor.ANT.If that thy father live, let him repentThou wast not made his daughter, and be thou sorryTo follow Caesar in his triumph, sinceThou hast been whipt for following him. HenceforthThe white hand of a lady fever thee,Shake thou to look on’t. Get thee back to Caesar,Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou sayHe makes me angry with him; for he seemsProud and disdainful, harping on what I am,Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,And at this time most easy ’tis to do’t:When my good stars, that were my former guides,Have empty left their orbs, and shot their firesInto th’ abysm of hell. If he mislikeMy speech and what is done, tell him he hasHipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whomHe may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:Hence with thy stripes, be gone!Exit Thidias.CLEO.Have you done yet?ANT.Alack, our terrene moonIs now eclips’d, and it portends aloneThe fall of Antony!CLEO.I must stay his time.ANT.To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyesWith one that ties his points?CLEO.Not know me yet?ANT.Cold-hearted toward me?CLEO.Ah, dear, if I be so,From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,And poison it in the source, and the first stoneDrop in my neck; as it determines, soDissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite,Till by degrees the memory of my womb,Together with my brave Egyptians all,By the discandying of this pelleted storm,Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of NileHave buried them for prey!ANT.I am satisfied.Caesar sets down in Alexandria, whereI will oppose his fate. Our force by landHath nobly held; our sever’d navy tooHave knit again, and fleet, threat’ning most sea-like.Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?If from the field I shall return once moreTo kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;I and my sword will earn our chronicle.There’s hope in’t yet.CLEO.That’s my brave lord!ANT.I will be treble-sinew’d, hearted, breath’d,And fight maliciously; for when mine hoursWere nice and lucky, men did ransom livesOf me for jests; but now I’ll set my teeth,And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,Let’s have one other gaudy night. Call to meAll my sad captains, fill our bowls once more;Let’s mock the midnight bell.CLEO.It is my birthday,I had thought t’ have held it poor; but since my lordIs Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.ANT.We will yet do well.CLEO.Call all his noble captains to my lord.ANT.Do so, we’ll speak to them, and tonight I’ll forceThe wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen,There’s sap in’t yet. The next time I do fight,I’ll make death love me; for I will contendEven with his pestilent scythe.Exeunt all but Enobarbus.ENO.Now he’ll outstare the lightning: to be furiousIs to be frighted out of fear, and in that moodThe dove will peck the estridge; and I see stillA diminution in our captain’s brainRestores his heart. When valor preys on reason,It eats the sword it fights with. I will seekSome way to leave him.Exit.
Scene 1Before Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.CaesarAgrippaMaecenasCaesar laughs at Antony’s challenge to personal combat.Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Maecenas, with his army; Caesar reading a letter.CAES.He calls me boy, and chides as he had powerTo beat me out of Egypt. My messengerHe hath whipt with rods, dares me to personal combat,Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian knowI have many other ways to die; mean timeLaugh at his challenge.MAEC.Caesar must think,When one so great begins to rage, he’s huntedEven to falling. Give him no breath, but nowMake boot of his distraction: never angerMade good guard for itself.CAES.Let our best headsKnow that tomorrow the last of many battlesWe mean to fight. Within our files there are,Of those that serv’d Mark Antony but late,Enough to fetch him in. See it done,And feast the army; we have store to do’t,And they have earn’d the waste. Poor Antony!Exeunt.
Scene 2Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.AntonyCleopatraEnobarbusCharmianIrasAlexasAntony’s First AttendantAntony’s Second AttendantAntony praises his faithful servants, bringing them to tears. He prepares for a great feast before the crucial battle. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others.ANT.He will not fight with me, Domitius?ENO.No.ANT.Why should he not?ENO.He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,He is twenty men to one.ANT.Tomorrow, soldier,By sea and land I’ll fight; or I will live,Or bathe my dying honor in the bloodShall make it live again. Woo’t thou fight well?ENO.I’ll strike, and cry, “Take all!”ANT.Well said, come on.Call forth my household servants, let’s tonightBe bounteous at our meal.Enter three or four Attendants.Give me thy hand,Thou hast been rightly honest—so hast thou—Thou—and thou—and thou. You have serv’d me well,And kings have been your fellows.CLEO.Aside to Enobarbus.CLEO.What means this?ENO.Aside to Cleopatra.ENO.’Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shootsOut of the mind.ANT.And thou art honest too.I wish I could be made so many men,And all of you clapp’d up together inAn Antony, that I might do you serviceSo good as you have done.ALL. ANT. ATT.The gods forbid!ANT.Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight.Scant not my cups, and make as much of meAs when mine empire was your fellow too,And suffer’d my command.CLEO.Aside to Enobarbus.CLEO.What does he mean?ENO.Aside to Cleopatra.ENO.To make his followers weep.ANT.Tend me tonight;May be it is the period of your duty;Haply you shall not see me more, or if,A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrowYou’ll serve another master. I look on youAs one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,I turn you not away, but like a masterMarried to your good service, stay till death.Tend me tonight two hours, I ask no more,And the gods yield you for’t!ENO.What mean you, sir,To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep,And I, an ass, am onion-ey’d. For shame,Transform us not to women.ANT.Ho, ho, ho!Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty friends!You take me in too dolorous a sense,For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire youTo burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,I hope well of tomorrow, and will lead youWhere rather I’ll expect victorious lifeThan death and honor. Let’s to supper, come,And drown consideration.Exeunt.
Scene 3Alexandria. Before Cleopatra’s palace.Antony’s First SoldierAntony’s Second SoldierAntony’s Third SoldierAntony’s Fourth SoldierSoldiers mounting guard hear otherworldly music, that they conclude is the god Hercules abandoning Antony.Enter a company of Antony’s Soldiers.ANT. 1. SOLD.Brother, good night; tomorrow is the day.ANT. 2. SOLD.It will determine one way; fare you well.Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?ANT. 1. SOLD.Nothing. What news?ANT. 2. SOLD.Belike ’tis but a rumor. Good night to you.ANT. 1. SOLD.Well, sir, good night.They meet other Soldiers.ANT. 2. SOLD.Soldiers, have careful watch.ANT. 3. SOLD.And you. Good night, good night.They place themselves in every corner of the stage.ANT. 2. SOLD.Here we. And if tomorrowOur navy thrive, I have an absolute hopeOur landmen will stand up.ANT. 1. SOLD.’Tis a brave army,And full of purpose.Music of the hoboys is under the stage.ANT. 2. SOLD.Peace, what noise?ANT. 1. SOLD.List, list!ANT. 2. SOLD.Hark!ANT. 1. SOLD.Music i’ th’ air.ANT. 3. SOLD.Under the earth.ANT. 4. SOLD.It signs well, does it not?ANT. 3. SOLD.No.ANT. 1. SOLD.Peace, I say.What should this mean?ANT. 2. SOLD.’Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov’d,Now leaves him.ANT. 1. SOLD.Walk; let’s see if other watchmenDo hear what we do.ANT. 2. SOLD.How now, masters?ALL. ANT. SOLD.Speak together.How now?How now? Do you hear this?ANT. 1. SOLD.Ay, is’t not strange?ANT. 3. SOLD.Do you hear, masters? Do you hear?ANT. 1. SOLD.Follow the noise so far as we have quarter;Let’s see how it will give off.ALL. ANT. SOLD.Content. ’Tis strange.Exeunt.
Scene 4Alexandria. Before Cleopatra’s palace.AntonyCleopatraCharmianScarusSoldiersCaptain of Antony’s ArmyCleopatra clumsily helps Antony put on his armor. He leaves to battle, and Cleopatra thinks of how things could have turned out differently.Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Charmian, with others.ANT.Eros, mine armor, Eros!CLEO.Sleep a little.ANT.No, my chuck. Eros, come, mine armor, Eros!Enter Eros with armor.Come, good fellow, put thine iron on.If Fortune be not ours today, it isBecause we brave her. Come.CLEO.Nay, I’ll help too.What’s this for?ANT.Ah, let be, let be! Thou artThe armorer of my heart. False, false; this, this.CLEO.Sooth law, I’ll help. Thus it must be.ANT.Well, well,We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?Go, put on thy defenses.EROS.Briefly, sir.CLEO.Is not this buckled well?ANT.Rarely, rarely:He that unbuckles this, till we do pleaseTo daff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm.Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen’s a squireMore tight at this than thou; dispatch. O love,That thou couldst see my wars today, and knew’stThe royal occupation, thou shouldst seeA workman in’t.Enter an armed Scarus.Good morrow to thee, welcome.Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge.To business that we love we rise betime,And go to’t with delight.SCAR.A thousand, sir,Early though’t be, have on their riveted trim,And at the port expect you.Shout. Trumpets flourish.Enter Captain of Antony’s Army, Captains and Soldiers.CAPT. ANT. ARMY.The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.ALL. ANT. SOLD.Good morrow, general.ANT.’Tis well blown, lads.This morning, like the spirit of a youthThat means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so; come give me that: this way—well said.Fare thee well, dame, what e’er becomes of me.This is a soldier’s kiss; rebukableAnd worthy shameful check it were, to standOn more mechanic compliment. I’ll leave theeNow like a man of steel. You that will fight,Follow me close, I’ll bring you to’t. Adieu.Exeunt Antony, Eros, Scarus, Captains, and Soldiers.CHAR.Please you retire to your chamber?CLEO.Lead me.He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar mightDetermine this great war in single fight!Then, Antony—but now—Well, on.Exeunt.
Scene 5Alexandria. Mark Antony’s camp.AntonyErosScarusAntony learns that Enobarbus has deserted him. He sends Enobarbus’s possessions after him.Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros, Scarus meeting them.SCAR.The gods make this a happy day to Antony!ANT.Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail’dTo make me fight at land!SCAR.Hadst thou done so,The kings that have revolted, and the soldierThat has this morning left thee, would have stillFollowed thy heels.ANT.Who’s gone this morning?SCAR.Who?One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar’s campSay “I am none of thine.”ANT.What sayest thou?SCAR.Sir,He is with Caesar.EROS.Sir, his chests and treasureHe has not with him.ANT.Is he gone?SCAR.Most certain.ANT.Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it,Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him(I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings;Say that I wish he never find more causeTo change a master. O, my fortunes haveCorrupted honest men! Dispatch. Enobarbus!Exeunt.
Scene 6Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.AgrippaCaesarEnobarbusDolabellaCaesar’s Third MessengerCaesar’s First SoldierEnobarbus begins to repent his faithlessness as he sees how Caesar treats other deserters, hanging them or putting them in the most dangerous spot of the battle. Receiving his treasure, he resolves to die.Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus and Dolabella.CAES.Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.Our will is Antony be took alive;Make it so known.AGR.Caesar, I shall.Exit.CAES.The time of universal peace is near.Prove this a prosp’rous day, the three-nook’d worldShall bear the olive freely.Enter Caesar’s Third Messenger.3. CAES. MESS.AntonyIs come into the field.CAES.Go charge AgrippaPlant those that have revolted in the vant,That Antony may seem to spend his furyUpon himself.Exeunt all but Enobarbus.ENO.Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry onAffairs of Antony, there did dissuadeGreat Herod to incline himself to Caesar,And leave his master Antony; for this painsCaesar hath hang’d him. Canidius and the restThat fell away have entertainment, butNo honorable trust. I have done ill,Of which I do accuse myself so sorelyThat I will joy no more.Enter Caesar’s First Soldier.CAES. 1. SOLD.Enobarbus, AntonyHath after thee sent all thy treasure, withHis bounty overplus. The messengerCame on my guard, and at thy tent is nowUnloading of his mules.ENO.I give it you.CAES. 1. SOLD.Mock not, Enobarbus,I tell you true. Best you saf’d the bringerOut of the host; I must attend mine office,Or would have done’t myself. Your emperorContinues still a Jove.Exit.ENO.I am alone the villain of the earth,And feel I am so most. O Antony,Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paidMy better service, when my turpitudeThou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart.If swift thought break it not, a swifter meanShall outstrike thought, but thought will do’t, I feel.I fight against thee? No, I will go seekSome ditch wherein to die; the foul’st best fitsMy latter part of life.Exit.
Scene 7Field of battle between the camps.AgrippaAntonyScarusErosAntony and his commanders realize that they have won a massive victory over Caesar.Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others.AGR.Retire, we have engag’d ourselves too far.Caesar himself has work, and our oppressionExceeds what we expected.Exeunt.Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.SCAR.O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed!Had we done so at first, we had droven them homeWith clouts about their heads.ANT.Thou bleed’st apace.SCAR.I had a wound here that was like a T,But now ’tis made an H.Sound retreat far off.ANT.They do retire.SCAR.We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yetRoom for six scotches more.Enter Eros.EROS.They are beaten, sir, and our advantage servesFor a fair victory.SCAR.Let us score their backs,And snatch ’em up, as we take hares, behind:’Tis sport to maul a runner.ANT.I will reward theeOnce for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfoldFor thy good valor. Come thee on.SCAR.I’ll halt after.Exeunt.
Scene 8Under the walls of Alexandria.AntonyScarusCleopatraAntony reports his victory to Cleopatra.Alarum. Enter Antony again, in a march, Scarus, with others.ANT.We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,And let the Queen know of our gests. Tomorrow,Before the sun shall see ’s, we’ll spill the bloodThat has today escap’d. I thank you all,For doughty-handed are you, and have foughtNot as you serv’d the cause, but as’t had beenEach man’s like mine; you have shown all Hectors.Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tearsWash the congealment from your wounds, and kissThe honor’d gashes whole.Enter Cleopatra attended.To Scarus.Give me thy hand;To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,Make her thanks bless thee.To Cleopatra.O thou day o’ th’ world,Chain mine arm’d neck, leap thou, attire and all,Through proof of harness to my heart, and thereRide on the pants triumphing!CLEO.Lord of lords!O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling fromThe world’s great snare uncaught?ANT.Mine nightingale,We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though greyDo something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ weA brain that nourishes our nerves, and canGet goal for goal of youth. Behold this man,Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand.Kiss it, my warrior; he hath fought todayAs if a god, in hate of mankind, hadDestroyed in such a shape.CLEO.I’ll give thee, friend,An armor all of gold; it was a king’s.ANT.He has deserv’d it, were it carbuncledLike holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand.Through Alexandria make a jolly march,Bear our hack’d targets like the men that owe them.Had our great palace the capacityTo camp this host, we all would sup together,And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,With brazen din blast you the city’s ear,Make mingle with our rattling taborines,That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,Applauding our approach.Exeunt.
Scene 9Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.Caesar’s SentryCaesar’s First WatchmanCaesar’s Second WatchmanEnobarbusSentries overhear Enobarbus repenting before he dies.Enter Caesar’s Sentry and his Company. Enobarbus follows.CAES. SENT.If we be not reliev’d within this hour,We must return to th’ court of guard. The nightIs shiny, and they say we shall embattleBy th’ second hour i’ th’ morn.CAES. 1. WATCH.This last day wasA shrewd one to ’s.ENO.O, bear me witness, night—CAES. 2. WATCH.What man is this?CAES. 1. WATCH.Stand close, and list him.ENO.Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,When men revolted shall upon recordBear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus didBefore thy face repent.CAES. SENT.Enobarbus?CAES. 2. WATCH.Peace!Hark further.ENO.O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me,That life, a very rebel to my will,May hang no longer on me. Throw my heartAgainst the flint and hardness of my fault,Which being dried with grief will break to powder,And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,Nobler than my revolt is infamous,Forgive me in thine own particular,But let the world rank me in registerA master-leaver and a fugitive.O Antony! O Antony!Dies.ANT.CAES. 1. WATCH.Let’s speak to him.CAES. SENT.Let’s hear him, for the things he speaksMay concern Caesar.CAES. 2. WATCH.Let’s do so. But he sleeps.CAES. SENT.Swoonds rather, for so bad a prayer as hisWas never yet for sleep.CAES. 1. WATCH.Go we to him.CAES. 2. WATCH.Awake, sir, awake, speak to us.CAES. 1. WATCH.Hear you, sir?CAES. SENT.The hand of death hath raught him.Drums afar off.Hark, the drumsDemurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear himTo th’ court of guard; he is of note. Our hourIs fully out.CAES. 2. WATCH.Come on then, he may recover yet.Exeunt with the body.
Scene 10The field of battle between the camps.AntonyScarusAntony prepares for another battle.Enter Antony and Scarus with their army.ANT.Their preparation is today by sea,We please them not by land.SCAR.For both, my lord.ANT.I would they’ld fight i’ th’ fire or i’ th’ air;We’ld fight there too. But this it is: our footUpon the hills adjoining to the cityShall stay with us—order for sea is given,They have put forth the haven—Where their appointment we may best discover,And look on their endeavor.Exeunt.
Scene 11Another part of the field of battle between the camps.CaesarCaesar gives his instructions for the battle.Enter Caesar and his army.CAES.But being charg’d, we will be still by land,Which as I take’t we shall, for his best forceIs forth to man his galleys. To the vales,And hold our best advantage.Exeunt.
Scene 12Another part of the field of battle between the camps.AntonyScarusCleopatraAntony witnesses his fleet yielding to the foe and realizes that he is done for. Convinced that Cleopatra has betrayed him, he swears to kill her.Enter Antony and Scarus.ANT.Yet they are not join’d. Where yond pine does standI shall discover all; I’ll bring thee wordStraight how ’tis like to go.Exit.Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.SCAR.Swallows have builtIn Cleopatra’s sails their nests. The auguriesSay they know not, they cannot tell, look grimly,And dare not speak their knowledge. AntonyIs valiant, and dejected, and by startsHis fretted fortunes give him hope and fearOf what he has, and has not.Enter Antony.ANT.All is lost!This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonderThey cast their caps up and carouse togetherLike friends long lost. Triple-turn’d whore! ’Tis thouHast sold me to this novice, and my heartMakes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;For when I am reveng’d upon my charm,I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.Exit Scarus.O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more,Fortune and Antony part here, even hereDo we shake hands. All come to this? The heartsThat spannell’d me at heels, to whom I gaveTheir wishes, do discandy, melt their sweetsOn blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark’d,That overtopp’d them all. Betray’d I am.O this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,Whose eye beck’d forth my wars and call’d them home,Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,Like a right gypsy, hath at fast and looseBeguil’d me to the very heart of loss.What, Eros, Eros!Enter Cleopatra.Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!CLEO.Why is my lord enrag’d against his love?ANT.Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,And blemish Caesar’s triumph. Let him take theeAnd hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians!Follow his chariot, like the greatest spotOf all thy sex; most monster-like, be shownFor poor’st diminutives, for dolts, and letPatient Octavia plough thy visage upWith her prepared nails.Exit Cleopatra.’Tis well th’ art gone,If it be well to live; but better ’twereThou fell’st into my fury, for one deathMight have prevented many. Eros, ho!The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me,Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’ th’ moon,And with those hands, that grasp’d the heaviest club,Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fallUnder this plot. She dies for’t. Eros, ho!Exit.
Scene 13Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianIrasMardianTerrified, Cleopatra sends Mardian to Antony to falsely report that she has killed herself, while she takes refuge in her monument.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.CLEO.Help me, my women! O, he’s more madThan Telamon for his shield; the boar of ThessalyWas never so emboss’d.CHAR.To th’ monument!There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.The soul and body rive not more in partingThan greatness going off.CLEO.To th’ monument!Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;Say that the last I spoke was “Antony,”And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,And bring me how he takes my death. To th’ monument!Exeunt.
Scene 14Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.AntonyErosMardianDecretasAntony’s First GuardsmanAntony’s Second GuardsmanAntony’s Third GuardsmanDiomedesAntony receives the false news that Cleopatra is dead, and resolves to die himself. He begs his servant Eros to kill him, but Eros is unwilling and kills himself instead rather than witness his master’s death. Antony stabs himself, but doesn’t quite succeed in getting the job done. He is carried to Cleopatra.Enter Antony and Eros.ANT.Eros, thou yet behold’st me?EROS.Ay, noble lord.ANT.Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,A tower’d citadel, a pendant rock,A forked mountain, or blue promontoryWith trees upon’t that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs,They are black vesper’s pageants.EROS.Ay, my lord.ANT.That which is now a horse, even with a thoughtThe rack dislimns, and makes it indistinctAs water is in water.EROS.It does, my lord.ANT.My good knave Eros, now thy captain isEven such a body. Here I am Antony,Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine—Which whilst it was mine had annex’d unto’tA million more (now lost)—she, Eros, hasPack’d cards with Caesar’s, and false-play’d my gloryUnto an enemy’s triumph.Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left usOurselves to end ourselves.Enter Mardian.O, thy vild lady!She has robb’d me of my sword.MAR.No, Antony,My mistress lov’d thee, and her fortunes mingledWith thine entirely.ANT.Hence, saucy eunuch, peace!She hath betray’d me, and shall die the death.MAR.Death of one person can be paid but once,And that she has discharg’d. What thou wouldst doIs done unto thy hand; the last she spakeWas “Antony, most noble Antony!”Then in the midst a tearing groan did breakThe name of Antony; it was dividedBetween her heart and lips. She rend’red life,Thy name so buried in her.ANT.Dead then?MAR.Dead.ANT.Unarm, Eros, the long day’s task is done,And we must sleep.To Mardian.That thou depart’st hence safeDoes pay thy labor richly; go.Exit Mardian.Off, pluck off,The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keepThe battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.No more a soldier. Bruised pieces, go,You have been nobly borne.—From me awhile.Exit Eros.I will o’ertake thee, Cleopatra, andWeep for my pardon. So it must be, for nowAll length is torture; since the torch is out,Lie down and stray no farther. Now all laborMars what it does; yea, very force entanglesItself with strength. Seal then, and all is done.Eros!—I come, my queen!—Eros!—Stay for me!Where souls do couch on flowers, we’ll hand in hand,And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!Enter Eros.EROS.What would my lord?ANT.Since Cleopatra diedI have liv’d in such dishonor that the godsDetest my baseness. I, that with my swordQuarter’d the world, and o’er green Neptune’s backWith ships made cities, condemn myself to lackThe courage of a woman—less noble mindThan she which by her death our Caesar tells,“I am conqueror of myself.” Thou art sworn, Eros,That when the exigent should come, which nowIs come indeed, when I should see behind meTh’ inevitable prosecution ofDisgrace and horror, that on my commandThou then wouldst kill me. Do’t, the time is come.Thou strik’st not me, ’tis Caesar thou defeat’st.Put color in thy cheek.EROS.The gods withhold me!Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,Though enemy, lost aim and could not?ANT.Eros,Wouldst thou be window’d in great Rome, and seeThy master thus with pleach’d arms, bending downHis corrigible neck, his face subdu’dTo penetrative shame, whilst the wheel’d seatOf fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, brandedHis baseness that ensued?EROS.I would not see’t.ANT.Come then; for with a wound I must be cur’d.Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast wornMost useful for thy country.EROS.O, sir, pardon me!ANT.When I did make thee free, swor’st thou not thenTo do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,Or thy precedent services are allBut accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come.EROS.Turn from me then that noble countenance,Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.ANT.Lo thee!Turning from him.EROS.My sword is drawn.ANT.Then let it do at onceThe thing why thou hast drawn it.EROS.My dear master,My captain, and my emperor: let me say,Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.ANT.’Tis said, man, and farewell.EROS.Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?ANT.Now, Eros.EROS.Why, there then.Kills himself.EROS.Thus I do escape the sorrowOf Antony’s death.ANT.Thrice-nobler than myself!Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, whatI should, and thou couldst not. My queen and ErosHave by their brave instruction got upon meA nobleness in record; but I will beA bridegroom in my death, and run into’tAs to a lover’s bed. Come then; and, Eros,Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thusFalling on his sword.I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!Enter Decretas and Antony’s First Guardsman.ANT. 1. GUARD.What’s the noise?ANT.I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an endOf what I have begun.ANT. 2. GUARD.The star is fall’n.ANT. 1. GUARD.And time is at his period.ALL. GUARDS.Alas, and woe!ANT.Let him that loves me strike me dead.ANT. 1. GUARD.Not I.ANT. 2. GUARD.Nor I.ANT. 3. GUARD.Nor any one.Exeunt Antony’s Third Guardsman.DEC.Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,Shall enter me with him.Enter Diomedes.DIO.Where’s Antony?DEC.There, Diomed, there.DIO.Lives he?Wilt thou not answer, man?Exit Decretas.ANT.Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give meSufficing strokes for death.DIO.Most absolute lord,My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.ANT.When did she send thee?DIO.Now, my lord.ANT.Where is she?DIO.Lock’d in her monument. She had a prophesying fearOf what hath come to pass; for when she saw(Which never shall be found) you did suspectShe had dispos’d with Caesar, and that your rageWould not be purg’d, she sent you word she was dead;But fearing since how it might work, hath sentMe to proclaim the truth, and I am come,I dread, too late.ANT.Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.DIO.What ho! The Emperor’s guard! The guard, what ho!Come, your lord calls!Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony.ANT.Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides,’Tis the last service that I shall command you.ANT. 1. GUARD.Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wearAll your true followers out.ALL. GUARDS.Most heavy day!ANT.Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fateTo grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcomeWhich comes to punish us, and we punish itSeeming to bear it lightly. Take me up.I have led you oft, carry me now, good friends,And have my thanks for all.Exeunt bearing Antony.
Scene 15Alexandria. Another room in a monument in Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraMaidsCharmianIrasDiomedesAntony’s First GuardsmanAntony’s Second GuardsmanAntony’s Third GuardsmanAntony and Cleopatra exchange their last words together. He is lifted up to her in the monument and gives her some final advice. On his dying, she faints, but revives and decides to follow him.Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras.CLEO.O Charmian, I will never go from hence.CHAR.Be comforted, dear madam.CLEO.No, I will not.All strange and terrible events are welcome,But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,Proportion’d to our cause, must be as greatAs that which makes it.Enter Diomed below.How now? Is he dead?DIO.His death’s upon him, but not dead.Look out o’ th’ other side your monument,His guard have brought him thither.Enter below Antony, and the Guard bearing him.CLEO.O sun,Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in! Darkling standThe varying shore o’ th’ world! O Antony,Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;Help, friends below, let’s draw him hither.ANT.Peace!Not Caesar’s valor hath o’erthrown Antony,But Antony’s hath triumph’d on itself.CLEO.So it should be, that none but AntonyShould conquer Antony, but woe ’tis so!ANT.I am dying, Egypt, dying; onlyI here importune death awhile, untilOf many thousand kisses the poor lastI lay upon thy lips.CLEO.I dare not, dear—Dear my lord, pardon—I dare not,Lest I be taken. Not th’ imperious showOf the full-fortun’d Caesar ever shallBe brooch’d with me, if knife, drugs, serpents haveEdge, sting, or operation. I am safe:Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyesAnd still conclusion, shall acquire no honorDemuring upon me. But come, come, Antony—Help me, my women—we must draw thee up.Assist, good friends.ANT.O, quick, or I am gone.CLEO.Here’s sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!Our strength is all gone into heaviness,That makes the weight. Had I great Juno’s power,The strong-wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up,And set thee by Jove’s side. Yet come a little—Wishers were ever fools—O, come, come, come,They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra.And welcome, welcome! Die when thou hast liv’d,Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power,Thus would I wear them out.ALL. GUARDS.A heavy sight!ANT.I am dying, Egypt, dying.Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.CLEO.No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,Provok’d by my offense.ANT.One word, sweet queen:Of Caesar seek your honor, with your safety. O!CLEO.They do not go together.ANT.Gentle, hear me:None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.CLEO.My resolution and my hands I’ll trust,None about Caesar.ANT.The miserable change now at my endLament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughtsIn feeding them with those my former fortunesWherein I liv’d, the greatest prince o’ th’ world,The noblest; and do now not basely die,Not cowardly put off my helmet toMy countryman—a Roman by a RomanValiantly vanquish’d. Now my spirit is going,I can no more.CLEO.Noblest of men, woo’t die?Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abideIn this dull world, which in thy absence isNo better than a sty? O, see, my women:Antony dies.ANT.The crown o’ th’ earth doth melt. My lord!O, wither’d is the garland of the war,The soldier’s pole is fall’n! Young boys and girlsAre level now with men; the odds is gone,And there is nothing left remarkableBeneath the visiting moon.Faints.CHAR.O, quietness, lady!IRAS.She’s dead too, our sovereign.CHAR.Lady!IRAS.Madam!CHAR.O madam, madam, madam!IRAS.Royal Egypt!Empress!CHAR.Peace, peace, Iras!CLEO.No more but e’en a woman, and commandedBy such poor passion as the maid that milksAnd does the meanest chares. It were for meTo throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,To tell them that this world did equal theirsTill they had stol’n our jewel. All’s but naught:Patience is sottish, and impatience doesBecome a dog that’s mad. Then is it sinTo rush into the secret house of deathEre death dare come to us? How do you, women?What, what, good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?My noble girls! Ah, women, women! LookOur lamp is spent, it’s out. Good sirs, take heart,We’ll bury him; and then, what’s brave, what’s noble,Let’s do’t after the high Roman fashion,And make death proud to take us. Come, away,This case of that huge spirit now is cold.Ah, women, women! Come, we have no friendBut resolution and the briefest end.Exeunt, those above bearing off Antony’s body.
Scene 1Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.CaesarAgrippaDolabellaMaecenasGallusProculeiusDecretasSecond Egyptian ServantCaesar is informed of Antony’s death. Caesar sends Proculeius to Cleopatra to tell her he’ll do right by her.Enter Caesar with his council of war: Agrippa, Dolabella, Maecenas, Gallus, Proculeius.CAES.CAES.Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocksThe pauses that he makes.DOL.Caesar, I shall.Exit.DOL.Enter Decretas with the sword of Antony.DEC.CAES.Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar’stAppear thus to us?DEC.I am call’d Decretas;Mark Antony I serv’d, who best was worthyBest to be serv’d. Whilst he stood up and spoke,He was my master, and I wore my lifeTo spend upon his haters. If thou pleaseTo take me to thee, as I was to himI’ll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,I yield thee up my life.CAES.What is’t thou say’st?DEC.I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.CAES.The breaking of so great a thing should makeA greater crack. The round worldShould have shook lions into civil streets,And citizens to their dens. The death of AntonyIs not a single doom, in the name layA moi’ty of the world.DEC.He is dead, Caesar,Not by a public minister of justice,Nor by a hired knife, but that self handWhich writ his honor in the acts it didHath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,Splitted the heart. This is his sword,I robb’d his wound of it; behold it stain’dWith his most noble blood.CAES.Look you sad, friends?The gods rebuke me, but it is tidingsTo wash the eyes of kings.AGR.And strange it isThat nature must compel us to lamentOur most persisted deeds.MAEC.His taints and honorsWag’d equal with him.AGR.A rarer spirit neverDid steer humanity; but you gods will give usSome faults to make us men. Caesar is touch’d.MAEC.When such a spacious mirror’s set before him,He needs must see himself.CAES.O Antony,I have followed thee to this; but we do launchDiseases in our bodies. I must perforceHave shown to thee such a declining day,Or look on thine; we could not stall togetherIn the whole world. But yet let me lament,With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,That thou, my brother, my competitorIn top of all design, my mate in empire,Friend and companion in the front of war,The arm of mine own body, and the heartWhere mine his thoughts did kindle—that our stars,Unreconciliable, should divideOur equalness to this. Hear me, good friends—Enter Second Egyptian Servant.2. EGYPT. SERV.But I will tell you at some meeter season,The business of this man looks out of him;We’ll hear him what he says.—Whence are you?2. EGYPT. SERV.A poor Egyptian yet; the Queen my mistress,Confin’d in all she has, her monument,Of thy intents desires instruction,That she preparedly may frame herselfTo th’ way she’s forc’d to.CAES.Bid her have good heart.She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,How honorable and how kindly weDetermine for her; for Caesar cannot liveTo be ungentle.2. EGYPT. SERV.So the gods preserve thee!Exit.2. EGYPT. SERV.CAES.Come hither, Proculeius. Go and sayWe purpose her no shame. Give her what comfortsThe quality of her passion shall require,Lest in her greatness, by some mortal strokeShe do defeat us; for her life in RomeWould be eternal in our triumph. Go,And with your speediest bring us what she says,And how you find of her.PRO.Caesar, I shall.Exit Proculeius.CAES.Gallus, go you along.Exit Gallus.Where’s Dolabella,To second Proculeius?AGR., MAEC., DEC.Dolabella!CAES.Let him alone; for I remember nowHow he’s employ’d; he shall in time be ready.Go with me to my tent, where you shall seeHow hardly I was drawn into this war,How calm and gentle I proceeded stillIn all my writings. Go with me, and seeWhat I can show in this.Exeunt.
Scene 2Alexandria. Another room in a monument in Cleopatra’s palace.CleopatraCharmianIrasMardianProculeiusDolabellaCaesarGallusMaecenasSeleucusFirst Roman GuardSecond Roman GuardClownFirst Roman SoldierSecond Roman SoldierCleopatra is traitorously seized by Proculeius, who has orders to keep her from killing herself. Caesar arrives to talk with Cleopatra, untruthfully telling her that he means her no harm, and she just as deceitfully convinces him that she wants to live. Dolabella confirms that Caesar’s actual intent is to show Cleopatra off as a prize of war in a triumph in Rome. Refusing to allow this to happen, Cleopatra makes the final decision to die, using some asps she has snuck in by a countryman. She dresses in her royal robes and lets the snakes bite her. Caesar’s guards come in too late to stop her. Caesar arrives to view the scene.Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.CLEO.My desolation does begin to makeA better life. ’Tis paltry to be Caesar;Not being Fortune, he’s but Fortune’s knave,A minister of her will: and it is greatTo do that thing that ends all other deeds,Which shackles accidents and bolts up change,Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,The beggar’s nurse and Caesar’s.Enter Proculeius.PRO.Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt,And bids thee study on what fair demandsThou mean’st to have him grant thee.CLEO.What’s thy name?PRO.My name is Proculeius.CLEO.AntonyDid tell me of you, bade me trust you, butI do not greatly care to be deceiv’d,That have no use for trusting. If your masterWould have a queen his beggar, you must tell himThat majesty, to keep decorum, mustNo less beg than a kingdom. If he pleaseTo give me conquer’d Egypt for my son,He gives me so much of mine own as IWill kneel to him with thanks.PRO.Be of good cheer;Y’ are fall’n into a princely hand, fear nothing.Make your full reference freely to my lord,Who is so full of grace that it flows overOn all that need. Let me report to himYour sweet dependancy, and you shall findA conqueror that will pray in aid for kindnessWhere he for grace is kneel’d to.CLEO.Pray you tell himI am his fortune’s vassal, and I send himThe greatness he has got. I hourly learnA doctrine of obedience, and would gladlyLook him i’ th’ face.PRO.This I’ll report, dear lady.Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitiedOf him that caus’d it.Enter Roman Soldiers behind Cleopatra.You see how easily she may be surpris’d.Guard her till Caesar come.IRAS.Royal Queen!CHAR.O Cleopatra! Thou art taken, Queen.CLEO.Quick, quick, good hands.Drawing a dagger.PRO.Hold, worthy lady, hold!Seizes and disarms her.Do not yourself such wrong, who are in thisReliev’d, but not betray’d.CLEO.What, of death too,That rids our dogs of languish?PRO.Cleopatra,Do not abuse my master’s bounty byTh’ undoing of yourself. Let the world seeHis nobleness well acted, which your deathWill never let come forth.CLEO.Where art thou, death?Come hither, come! Come, come, and take a queenWorth many babes and beggars!PRO.O, temperance, lady!CLEO.Sir, I will eat no meat, I’ll not drink, sir;If idle talk will once be necessary,I’ll not sleep neither. This mortal house I’ll ruin,Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that IWill not wait pinion’d at your master’s court,Nor once be chastis’d with the sober eyeOf dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,And show me to the shouting varlotryOf censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in EgyptBe gentle grave unto me! Rather on Nilus’ mudLay me stark-nak’d, and let the water-fliesBlow me into abhorring! Rather makeMy country’s high pyramides my gibbet,And hang me up in chains!PRO.You do extendThese thoughts of horror further than you shallFind cause in Caesar.Enter Dolabella.DOL.Proculeius,What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,And he hath sent for thee. For the Queen,I’ll take her to my guard.PRO.So, Dolabella,It shall content me best. Be gentle to her.To Cleopatra.To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,If you’ll employ me to him.CLEO.Say, I would die.Exit Proculeius with Roman Soldiers.DOL.Most noble Empress, you have heard of me?CLEO.I cannot tell.DOL.Assuredly you know me.CLEO.No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;Is’t not your trick?DOL.I understand not, madam.CLEO.I dreamt there was an Emperor Antony.O, such another sleep, that I might seeBut such another man!DOL.If it might please ye—CLEO.His face was as the heav’ns, and therein stuckA sun and moon, which kept their course, and lightedThe little O, th’ earth.DOL.Most sovereign creature—CLEO.His legs bestrid the ocean, his rear’d armCrested the world, his voice was propertiedAs all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,There was no winter in’t; an autumn it wasThat grew the more by reaping. His delightsWere dolphin-like, they show’d his back aboveThe element they liv’d in. In his liveryWalk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands wereAs plates dropp’d from his pocket.DOL.Cleopatra!CLEO.Think you there was or might be such a manAs this I dreamt of?DOL.Gentle madam, no.CLEO.You lie up to the hearing of the gods!But if there be, nor ever were one such,It’s past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuffTo vie strange forms with fancy; yet t’ imagineAn Antony were nature’s piece ’gainst fancy,Condemning shadows quite.DOL.Hear me, good madam:Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear itAs answering to the weight. Would I might neverO’ertake pursu’d success, but I do feel,By the rebound of yours, a grief that smitesMy very heart at root.CLEO.I thank you, sir.Know you what Caesar means to do with me?DOL.I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.CLEO.Nay, pray you, sir.DOL.Though he be honorable—CLEO.He’ll lead me then in triumph?DOL.Madam, he will, I know’t.Flourish.Enter Proculeius, Caesar, Gallus, Maecenas, and others of his Train, Seleucus following.ALL. CAES. TRAIN.Make way there! Caesar!CAES.Which is the Queen of Egypt?DOL.It is the Emperor, madam.Cleopatra kneels.CAES.Arise, you shall not kneel.I pray you rise, rise, Egypt.CLEO.Sir, the godsWill have it thus, my master and my lordI must obey.CAES.Take to you no hard thoughts.The record of what injuries you did us,Though written in our flesh, we shall rememberAs things but done by chance.CLEO.Sole sir o’ th’ world,I cannot project mine own cause so wellTo make it clear, but do confess I haveBeen laden with like frailties which beforeHave often sham’d our sex.CAES.Cleopatra, knowWe will extenuate rather than enforce.If you apply yourself to our intents,Which towards you are most gentle, you shall findA benefit in this change; but if you seekTo lay on me a cruelty, by takingAntony’s course, you shall bereave yourselfOf my good purposes, and put your childrenTo that destruction which I’ll guard them fromIf thereon you rely. I’ll take my leave.CLEO.And may, through all the world; ’tis yours, and we,Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shallHang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.CAES.You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.CLEO.Giving a scroll.This is the brief: of money, plate, and jewelsI am possess’d of; ’tis exactly valued,Not petty things admitted. Where’s Seleucus?SEL.Here, madam.CLEO.This is my treasurer, let him speak, my lord,Upon his peril, that I have reserv’dTo myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.SEL.Madam,I had rather seel my lips than to my perilSpeak that which is not.CLEO.What have I kept back?SEL.Enough to purchase what you have made known.CAES.Nay, blush not, Cleopatra, I approveYour wisdom in the deed.CLEO.See, Caesar! O, behold,How pomp is followed! Mine will now be yours,And should we shift estates, yours would be mine.The ingratitude of this Seleucus doesEven make me wild. O slave, of no more trustThan love that’s hir’d! What, goest thou back? Thou shaltGo back, I warrant thee; but I’ll catch thine eyesThough they had wings. Slave, soulless villain, dog!O rarely base!CAES.Good Queen, let us entreat you.CLEO.O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,Doing the honor of thy lordlinessTo one so meek, that mine own servant shouldParcel the sum of my disgraces byAddition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,That I some lady trifles have reserv’d,Immoment toys, things of such dignityAs we greet modern friends withal, and saySome nobler token I have kept apartFor Livia and Octavia, to induceTheir mediation, must I be unfoldedWith one that I have bred? The gods! It smites meBeneath the fall I have.To Seleucus.Prithee go hence,Or I shall show the cinders of my spiritsThrough th’ ashes of my chance. Wert thou a man,Thou wouldst have mercy on me.CAES.Forbear, Seleucus.Exit Seleucus.CLEO.Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthoughtFor things that others do; and when we fall,We answer others’ merits in our name,Are therefore to be pitied.CAES.Cleopatra,Not what you have reserv’d, nor what acknowledg’d,Put we i’ th’ roll of conquest. Still be’t yours,Bestow it at your pleasure, and believeCaesar’s no merchant, to make prize with youOf things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer’d,Make not your thoughts your prisons; no, dear Queen,For we intend so to dispose you asYourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep.Our care and pity is so much upon you,That we remain your friend, and so adieu.CLEO.My master, and my lord!CAES.Not so. Adieu.Flourish. Exeunt Caesar and his Train.CLEO.He words me, girls, he words me, that I should notBe noble to myself. But hark thee, Charmian.Whispers Charmian.IRAS.Finish, good lady, the bright day is done,And we are for the dark.CLEO.Hie thee again.I have spoke already, and it is provided;Go put it to the haste.CHAR.Madam, I will.Enter Dolabella.DOL.Where’s the Queen?CHAR.Behold, sir.Exit.CLEO.Dolabella!DOL.Madam, as thereto sworn by your command(Which my love makes religion to obey),I tell you this: Caesar through SyriaIntends his journey, and within three daysYou with your children will he send before.Make your best use of this. I have perform’dYour pleasure and my promise.CLEO.Dolabella,I shall remain your debtor.DOL.I your servant.Adieu, good Queen, I must attend on Caesar.CLEO.Farewell, and thanks!Exit Dolabella.Now, Iras, what think’st thou?Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shownIn Rome as well as I. Mechanic slavesWith greasy aprons, rules, and hammers shallUplift us to the view. In their thick breaths,Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,And forc’d to drink their vapor.IRAS.The gods forbid!CLEO.Nay, ’tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictorsWill catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymersBallad ’s out a’ tune. The quick comediansExtemporally will stage us, and presentOur Alexandrian revels: AntonyShall be brought drunken forth, and I shall seeSome squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatnessI’ th’ posture of a whore.IRAS.O the good gods!CLEO.Nay, that’s certain.IRAS.I’ll never see’t! For I am sure mine nailsAre stronger than mine eyes.CLEO.Why, that’s the wayTo fool their preparation, and to conquerTheir most absurd intents.Enter Charmian.Now, Charmian!Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetchMy best attires. I am again for CydnusTo meet Mark Antony. Sirrah Iras, go.Now, noble Charmian, we’ll dispatch indeed,And when thou hast done this chare, I’ll give thee leaveTo play till doomsday.To Iras.Bring our crown and all.Exit Iras. A noise within.Wherefore’s this noise?Enter First Roman Guard.1. ROM. GUARD.Here is a rural fellowThat will not be denied your Highness’ presence.He brings you figs.CLEO.Let him come in.Exit First Roman Guard.What poor an instrumentMay do a noble deed! He brings me liberty.My resolution’s plac’d, and I have nothingOf woman in me; now from head to footI am marble-constant; now the fleeting moonNo planet is of mine.Enter First Roman Guard and Clown with a basket.1. ROM. GUARD.This is the man.CLEO.Avoid, and leave him.Exit First Roman Guard.Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,That kills and pains not?CLOWN.Truly, I have him; but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.CLEO.Remember’st thou any that have died on’t?CLOWN.Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday, a very honest woman—but something given to lie, as a woman should not do but in the way of honesty—how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt. Truly, she makes a very good report o’ th’ worm; but he that will believe all that they say, shall never be sav’d by half that they do. But this is most falliable, the worm’s an odd worm.CLEO.Get thee hence, farewell.CLOWN.I wish you all joy of the worm.Setting down his basket.CLEO.Farewell.CLOWN.You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.CLEO.Ay, ay, farewell.CLOWN.Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people; for indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.CLEO.Take thou no care, it shall be heeded.CLOWN.Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.CLEO.Will it eat me?CLOWN.You must not think I am so simple but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman. I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five.CLEO.Well, get thee gone, farewell.CLOWN.Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy o’ th’ worm.Exit.Enter Iras with a robe, crown, etc.CLEO.Give me my robe, put on my crown, I haveImmortal longings in me. Now no moreThe juice of Egypt’s grape shall moist this lip.Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hearAntony call; I see him rouse himselfTo praise my noble act. I hear him mockThe luck of Caesar, which the gods give menTo excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come!Now to that name my courage prove my title!I am fire and air; my other elementsI give to baser life. So, have you done?Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.Farewell, kind Charmian, Iras, long farewell.Kisses them.CLEO.Iras falls and dies.IRAS.Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?If thou and nature can so gently part,The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch,Which hurts, and is desir’d. Dost thou lie still?If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’st the worldIt is not worth leave-taking.CHAR.Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may sayThe gods themselves do weep!CLEO.This proves me base.If she first meet the curled Antony,He’ll make demand of her, and spend that kissWhich is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,To an asp, which she applies to her breast.CLEO.With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicateOf life at once untie. Poor venomous fool,Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,That I might hear thee call great Caesar assUnpolicied!CHAR.O eastern star!CLEO.Peace, peace!Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,That sucks the nurse asleep?CHAR.O, break! O, break!CLEO.As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle—O Antony!—Nay, I will take thee too:Applying another asp to her arm.CLEO.What should I stay—Dies.CLEO.CHAR.In this vild world? So fare thee well!Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparallel’d. Downy windows, close,And golden Phoebus never be beheldOf eyes again so royal! Your crown’s awry,I’ll mend it, and then play—Enter the Roman Guards rustling in.1. ROM. GUARD.Where’s the Queen?CHAR.Speak softly, wake her not.1. ROM. GUARD.Caesar hath sent—CHAR.Too slow a messenger.Applies an asp.CHAR.O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.1. ROM. GUARD.Approach ho, all’s not well; Caesar’s beguil’d.2. ROM. GUARD.There’s Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.1. ROM. GUARD.What work is here, Charmian? Is this well done?CHAR.It is well done, and fitting for a princessDescended of so many royal kings.Ah, soldier!Charmian dies.CHAR.Enter Dolabella.DOL.How goes it here?2. ROM. GUARD.All dead.DOL.Caesar, thy thoughtsTouch their effects in this: thyself art comingTo see perform’d the dreaded act which thouSo sought’st to hinder.Enter Caesar and all his Train, marching.ALL. CAES. TRAIN.A way there, a way for Caesar!DOL.O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;That you did fear is done.CAES.Bravest at the last,She levell’d at our purposes, and being royalTook her own way. The manner of their deaths?I do not see them bleed.DOL.Who was last with them?1. ROM. GUARD.A simple countryman, that brought her figs.This was his basket.CAES.Poison’d then.1. ROM. GUARD.O Caesar,This Charmian liv’d but now, she stood and spake.I found her trimming up the diademOn her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,And on the sudden dropp’d.CAES.O noble weakness!If they had swallow’d poison, ’twould appearBy external swelling; but she looks like sleep,As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.DOL.Here, on her breast,There is a vent of blood, and something blown;The like is on her arm.1. ROM. GUARD.This is an aspic’s trail, and these fig leavesHave slime upon them, such as th’ aspic leavesUpon the caves of Nile.CAES.Most probableThat so she died; for her physician tells meShe hath pursu’d conclusions infiniteOf easy ways to die. Take up her bed,And bear her women from the monument.She shall be buried by her Antony;No grave upon the earth shall clip in itA pair so famous. High events as theseStrike those that make them; and their story isNo less in pity than his glory whichBrought them to be lamented. Our army shallIn solemn show attend this funeral,And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, seeHigh order in this great solemnity.Exeunt omnes.


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