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The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra

ACT I

SCENE I. Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace.

PHILONay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10To cool a gipsy's lust.
Look, where they come:
Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
CLEOPATRAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
MARK ANTONYThere's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
CLEOPATRAI'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
MARK ANTONYThen must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
AttendantNews, my good lord, from Rome.
MARK ANTONYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Grates me: the sum.
CLEOPATRANay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
MARK ANTONYHow, my love!
CLEOPATRAPerchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30Is 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 thine
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
MARK ANTONYLet Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.
CLEOPATRAExcellent falsehood!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.
MARK ANTONYBut stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
CLEOPATRAHear the ambassadors.
MARK ANTONYFie, wrangling queen!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
DEMETRIUSIs Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
PHILOSir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Which still should go with Antony.
DEMETRIUSI am full sorry
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!

ACT I

SCENE II. The same. Another room.

CHARMIANLord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5with garlands!
ALEXASSoothsayer!
SoothsayerYour will?
CHARMIANIs this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
SoothsayerIn nature's infinite book of secrecy
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10A little I can read.
ALEXASShow him your hand.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSBring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra's health to drink.
CHARMIANGood sir, give me good fortune.
SoothsayerAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15I make not, but foresee.
CHARMIANPray, then, foresee me one.
SoothsayerYou shall be yet far fairer than you are.
CHARMIANHe means in flesh.
IRASNo, you shall paint when you are old.
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 20Wrinkles forbid!
ALEXASVex not his prescience; be attentive.
CHARMIANHush!
SoothsayerYou shall be more beloving than beloved.
CHARMIANI had rather heat my liver with drinking.
ALEXASAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25Nay, hear him.
CHARMIANGood 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
SoothsayerYou shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
CHARMIANO excellent! I love long life better than figs.
SoothsayerYou have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 35Then belike my children shall have no names:
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
SoothsayerIf every of your wishes had a womb.
And fertile every wish, a million.
CHARMIANOut, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
ALEXASAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 40You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
CHARMIANNay, come, tell Iras hers.
ALEXASWe'll know all our fortunes.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSMine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
be — drunk to bed.
IRASAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 45There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
CHARMIANE'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
IRASGo, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
CHARMIANNay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50tell her but a worky-day fortune.
SoothsayerYour fortunes are alike.
IRASBut how, but how? give me particulars.
SoothsayerI have said.
IRASAm I not an inch of fortune better than she?
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
I, where would you choose it?
IRASNot in my husband's nose.
CHARMIANOur worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas, — come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
IRASAmen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
CHARMIANAmen.
ALEXASLo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
they'ld do't!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 75Hush! here comes Antony.
CHARMIANNot he; the queen.
CLEOPATRASaw you my lord?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNo, lady.
CLEOPATRAWas he not here?
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 80No, madam.
CLEOPATRAHe was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSMadam?
CLEOPATRASeek him, and bring him hither.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85Where's Alexas?
ALEXASHere, at your service. My lord approaches.
CLEOPATRAWe will not look upon him: go with us.
MessengerFulvia thy wife first came into the field.
MARK ANTONYAgainst my brother Lucius?
MessengerAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 90Ay:
But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.
MARK ANTONYAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 95Well, what worst?
MessengerThe nature of bad news infects the teller.
MARK ANTONYWhen 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100I hear him as he flatter'd.
MessengerLabienus —
This is stiff news — hath, with his Parthian force,
Extended Asia from Euphrates;
His conquering banner shook from Syria
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105To Lydia and to Ionia; Whilst —
MARK ANTONYAntony, thou wouldst say, —
MessengerO, my lord!
MARK ANTONYSpeak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
MessengerAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 115At your noble pleasure.
MARK ANTONYFrom Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
First AttendantThe man from Sicyon, — is there such an one?
Second AttendantHe stays upon your will.
MARK ANTONYLet him appear.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in dotage.
What are you?
Second MessengerFulvia thy wife is dead.
MARK ANTONYWhere died she?
Second MessengerAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 125In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.
MARK ANTONYForbear me.
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 130What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 135I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWhat's your pleasure, sir?
MARK ANTONYI must with haste from hence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 140Why, then, we kill all our women:
we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
MARK ANTONYI must be gone.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSUnder a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 145pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 150mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
MARK ANTONYShe is cunning past man's thought.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAlack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
shower of rain as well as Jove.
MARK ANTONYWould I had never seen her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 160O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
of work; which not to have been blest withal would
have discredited your travel.
MARK ANTONYFulvia is dead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSSir?
MARK ANTONYAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 165Fulvia is dead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSFulvia!
MARK ANTONYDead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWhy, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
out, there are members to make new. If there were
no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
that should water this sorrow.
MARK ANTONYThe business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 180And the business you have broached here cannot be
without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.
MARK ANTONYNo more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 185The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 195Pompey the Great and all his dignities
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI shall do't.

ACT I

SCENE III. The same. Another room.

CLEOPATRAWhere is he?
CHARMIANI did not see him since.
CLEOPATRASee where he is, who's with him, what he does:
I did not send you: if you find him sad,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
CHARMIANMadam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
CLEOPATRAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 10What should I do, I do not?
CHARMIANIn each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
CLEOPATRAThou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
CHARMIANTempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15But here comes Antony.
CLEOPATRAI am sick and sullen.
MARK ANTONYI am sorry to give breathing to my purpose, —
CLEOPATRAHelp me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Will not sustain it.
MARK ANTONYNow, my dearest queen, —
CLEOPATRAPray you, stand further from me.
MARK ANTONYWhat's the matter?
CLEOPATRAI know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25What 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.
MARK ANTONYThe gods best know, —
CLEOPATRAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 30O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
MARK ANTONYCleopatra, —
CLEOPATRAWhy should I think you can be mine and true,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35Though 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!
MARK ANTONYMost sweet queen, —
CLEOPATRAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 40Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
MARK ANTONYHow now, lady!
CLEOPATRAI would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 50There were a heart in Egypt.
MARK ANTONYHear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services awhile; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: my more particular,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65And that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.
CLEOPATRAThough age from folly could not give me freedom,
It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
MARK ANTONYShe's dead, my queen:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 70Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she died.
CLEOPATRAO most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
MARK ANTONYQuarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice. By the fire
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
As thou affect'st.
CLEOPATRACut my lace, Charmian, come;
But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85So Antony loves.
MARK ANTONYMy precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
CLEOPATRASo Fulvia told me.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Life perfect honour.
MARK ANTONYAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 95You'll heat my blood: no more.
CLEOPATRAYou can do better yet; but this is meetly.
MARK ANTONYNow, by my sword, —
CLEOPATRAAnd target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
MARK ANTONYI'll leave you, lady.
CLEOPATRACourteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105Sir, you and I have loved, 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.
MARK ANTONYBut that your royalty
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.
CLEOPATRA'Tis sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 115Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 120Be strew'd before your feet!
MARK ANTONYLet us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!

ACT I

SCENE IV. Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

OCTAVIUS CAESARYou may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man who is the abstract of all faults
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10That all men follow.
LEPIDUSI must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
OCTAVIUS CAESARYou are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat: say this
becomes him, —
As his composure must be rare indeed
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25Whom these things cannot blemish, — yet must Antony
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 30Call on him for't: but to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As 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,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35And so rebel to judgment.
LEPIDUSHere's more news.
MessengerThy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 40And it appears he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESARI should have known no less.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 50Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
MessengerCaesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 55With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 60Than could his war resisted.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAntony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 65Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this —
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 75It wounds thine honour that I speak it now —
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.
LEPIDUS'Tis pity of him.
OCTAVIUS CAESARLet his shames quickly
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 80Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
LEPIDUSTo-morrow, Caesar,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 85I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able
To front this present time.
OCTAVIUS CAESARTill which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell.
LEPIDUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 90Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.
OCTAVIUS CAESARDoubt not, sir;
I knew it for my bond.

ACT I

SCENE V. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

CLEOPATRACharmian!
CHARMIANMadam?
CLEOPATRAHa, ha!
Give me to drink mandragora.
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 5Why, madam?
CLEOPATRAThat I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Antony is away.
CHARMIANYou think of him too much.
CLEOPATRAO, 'tis treason!
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 10Madam, I trust, not so.
CLEOPATRAThou, eunuch Mardian!
MARDIANWhat's your highness' pleasure?
CLEOPATRANot now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 15That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
MARDIANYes, gracious madam.
CLEOPATRAIndeed!
MARDIANNot in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 20But what indeed is honest to be done:
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.
CLEOPATRAO Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 25Or 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 movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 30Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 35When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.
ALEXASAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 40Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
CLEOPATRAHow much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
ALEXASAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 45Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd, — the last of many doubled kisses, —
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
CLEOPATRAMine ear must pluck it thence.
ALEXAS'Good friend,' quoth he,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 50'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 55And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
CLEOPATRAWhat, was he sad or merry?
ALEXASLike to the time o' the year between the extremes
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 60Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
CLEOPATRAO well-divided disposition! Note him,
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 65Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In 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 else. Met'st thou my posts?
ALEXASAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 70Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?
CLEOPATRAWho's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 75Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Caesar so?
CHARMIANO that brave Caesar!
CLEOPATRABe choked with such another emphasis!
Say, the brave Antony.
CHARMIANAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 80The valiant Caesar!
CLEOPATRABy Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Caesar paragon again
My man of men.
CHARMIANBy your most gracious pardon,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 85I sing but after you.
CLEOPATRAMy 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:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 90He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.

ACT II

SCENE I. Messina. POMPEY's house.

POMPEYIf the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.
MENECRATESKnow, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
The thing we sue for.
MENECRATESWe, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10By losing of our prayers.
POMPEYI shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.
MENASAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Caesar and Lepidus
Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
POMPEYWhere have you this? 'tis false.
MENASFrom Silvius, sir.
POMPEYHe dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
Even till a Lethe'd dulness!
How now, Varrius!
VARRIUSThis is most certain that I shall deliver:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis
A space for further travel.
POMPEYI could have given less matter
A better ear. Menas, I did not think
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm
For such a petty war: his soldiership
Is twice the other twain: but let us rear
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony.
MENASI cannot hope
Caesar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50Not moved by Antony.
POMPEYI 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
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.

ACT II

SCENE II. Rome. The house of LEPIDUS.

LEPIDUSGood Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI shall entreat him
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over Caesar's head
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave't to-day.
LEPIDUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 10'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSEvery time
Serves for the matter that is then born in't.
LEPIDUSBut small to greater matters must give way.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Not if the small come first.
LEPIDUSYour speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAnd yonder, Caesar.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 20If we compose well here, to Parthia:
Hark, Ventidius.
OCTAVIUS CAESARI do not know,
Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
LEPIDUSNoble friends,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25That which combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to the matter.
MARK ANTONY'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35I should do thus.
OCTAVIUS CAESARWelcome to Rome.
MARK ANTONYThank you.
OCTAVIUS CAESARSit.
MARK ANTONYSit, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 40Nay, then.
MARK ANTONYI learn, you take things ill which are not so,
Or being, concern you not.
OCTAVIUS CAESARI must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing or a little, I
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45Should say myself offended, and with you
Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.
MARK ANTONYMy being in Egypt, Caesar,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50What was't to you?
OCTAVIUS CAESARNo more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 55How intend you, practised?
OCTAVIUS CAESARYou may be pleased to catch at mine intent
By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
Made wars upon me; and their contestation
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 60You do mistake your business; my brother never
Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports,
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 70You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your excuses.
MARK ANTONYNot so, not so;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWould we had all such wives, that the men might go
to wars with the women!
MARK ANTONYSo much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
Did you too much disquiet: for that you must
But say, I could not help it.
OCTAVIUS CAESARI wrote to you
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90When rioting in Alexandria; you
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missive out of audience.
MARK ANTONYSir,
He fell upon me ere admitted: then
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
I told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100Out of our question wipe him.
OCTAVIUS CAESARYou have broken
The article of your oath; which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.
LEPIDUSSoft, Caesar!
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 105No,
Lepidus, let him speak:
The honour is sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar;
The article of my oath.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 110To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
The which you both denied.
MARK ANTONYNeglected, rather;
And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
LEPIDUS'Tis noble spoken.
MECAENASIf it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
LEPIDUSWorthily spoken, Mecaenas.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSOr, if you borrow one another's love for the
instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
MARK ANTONYThou art a soldier only: speak no more.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThat truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
MARK ANTONYYou wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 135Go to, then; your considerate stone.
OCTAVIUS CAESARI do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.
AGRIPPAGive me leave, Caesar, —
OCTAVIUS CAESARSpeak, Agrippa.
AGRIPPAThou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.
OCTAVIUS CAESARSay not so, Agrippa:
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserved of rashness.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 150I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
Agrippa further speak.
AGRIPPATo hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160And 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 both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
MARK ANTONYWill Caesar speak?
OCTAVIUS CAESARNot till he hears how Antony is touch'd
With what is spoke already.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 170What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,'
To make this good?
OCTAVIUS CAESARThe power of Caesar, and
His power unto Octavia.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 175May I never
To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,
Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace: and from this hour
The heart of brothers govern in our loves
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 180And sway our great designs!
OCTAVIUS CAESARThere is my hand.
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 185Fly off our loves again!
LEPIDUSHappily, amen!
MARK ANTONYI did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;
For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 190Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.
LEPIDUSTime calls upon's:
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out us.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 195Where lies he?
OCTAVIUS CAESARAbout the mount Misenum.
MARK ANTONYWhat is his strength by land?
OCTAVIUS CAESARGreat and increasing: but by sea
He is an absolute master.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 200So is the fame.
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.
OCTAVIUS CAESARWith most gladness:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 205And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I'll lead you.
MARK ANTONYLet us, Lepidus,
Not lack your company.
LEPIDUSNoble Antony,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 210Not sickness should detain me.
MECAENASWelcome from Egypt, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHalf the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
honourable friend, Agrippa!
AGRIPPAGood Enobarbus!
MECAENASAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 215We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAy, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
made the night light with drinking.
MECAENASEight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 220but twelve persons there; is this true?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThis was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
MECAENASShe's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to
her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 225When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
AGRIPPAThere she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
well for her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI will tell you.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 230The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 235The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion — cloth-of-gold of tissue —
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 240The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.
AGRIPPAAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 245O, rare for Antony!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHer gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 250Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 255Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
AGRIPPARare Egyptian!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 260Upon 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 265Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
And for his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes eat only.
AGRIPPARoyal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 270He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 275And, breathless, power breathe forth.
MECAENASNow Antony must leave her utterly.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNever; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 280The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
MECAENASIf beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 285The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
AGRIPPALet us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 290Humbly, sir, I thank you.

ACT II

SCENE III. The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

MARK ANTONYThe world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
OCTAVIAAll which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5To them for you.
MARK ANTONYGood night, sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10Good night, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESARGood night.
MARK ANTONYNow, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?
SoothsayerWould I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!
MARK ANTONYIf you can, your reason?
SoothsayerAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 15I see it in
My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet
Hie you to Egypt again.
MARK ANTONYSay to me,
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?
SoothsayerAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 20Caesar's.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
Make space enough between you.
MARK ANTONYSpeak this no more.
SoothsayerTo none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 35Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
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 faints
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40Under 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 ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 45I' the east my pleasure lies.
O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive't.

ACT II

SCENE IV. The same. A street.

LEPIDUSTrouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten
Your generals after.
AGRIPPASir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
LEPIDUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.
MECAENASWe shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
LEPIDUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 10Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about:
You'll win two days upon me.
MECAENASSir, good success!
LEPIDUSFarewell.

ACT II

SCENE V. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

CLEOPATRAGive me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
AttendantsThe music, ho!
CLEOPATRALet it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian.
CHARMIANAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 5My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
CLEOPATRAAs well a woman with an eunuch play'd
As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
MARDIANAs well as I can, madam.
CLEOPATRAAnd when good will is show'd, though't come
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 10too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:
Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 15Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.'
CHARMIAN'Twas merry when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 20Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
CLEOPATRAThat time, — O times! —
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 25Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
O, from Italy
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 30That long time have been barren.
MessengerMadam, madam, —
CLEOPATRAAntonius dead! — If thou say so, villain,
Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 35My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
MessengerFirst, madam, he is well.
CLEOPATRAWhy, there's more gold.
But, sirrah, mark, we use
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 40To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
MessengerGood madam, hear me.
CLEOPATRAWell, go to, I will;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 45But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
Be free and healthful, — so tart a favour
To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
Not like a formal man.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 50Will't please you hear me?
CLEOPATRAI have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well,
Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 55Rich pearls upon thee.
MessengerMadam, he's well.
CLEOPATRAWell said.
MessengerAnd friends with Caesar.
CLEOPATRAThou'rt an honest man.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 60Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
CLEOPATRAMake thee a fortune from me.
MessengerBut yet, madam, —
CLEOPATRAI do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 65'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some 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.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 70Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
He's bound unto Octavia.
CLEOPATRAFor what good turn?
MessengerFor the best turn i' the bed.
CLEOPATRAI am pale, Charmian.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 75Madam, he's married to Octavia.
CLEOPATRAThe most infectious pestilence upon thee!
MessengerGood madam, patience.
CLEOPATRAWhat say you? Hence,
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 80Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
MessengerGracious madam,
I that do bring the news made not the match.
CLEOPATRAAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 85Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 90He's married, madam.
CLEOPATRARogue, thou hast lived too long.
MessengerNay, then I'll run.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
CHARMIANGood madam, keep yourself within yourself:
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 95The man is innocent.
CLEOPATRASome innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:
Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.
CHARMIANAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 100He is afeard to come.
CLEOPATRAI will not hurt him.
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 105Come hither, sir.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 110I have done my duty.
CLEOPATRAIs he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say 'Yes.'
MessengerHe's married, madam.
CLEOPATRAAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 115The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
MessengerShould I lie, madam?
CLEOPATRAO, I would thou didst,
So half my Egypt were submerged and made
A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 120Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
MessengerI crave your highness' pardon.
CLEOPATRAHe is married?
MessengerTake no offence that I would not offend you:
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 125To punish me for what you make me do.
Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia.
CLEOPATRAO, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 130Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
CHARMIANGood your highness, patience.
CLEOPATRAIn praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
CHARMIANMany times, madam.
CLEOPATRAAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 135I am paid for't now.
Lead me from hence:
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 140Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
Let him for ever go: — let him not — Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 145Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.

ACT II

SCENE VI. Near Misenum.

POMPEYYour hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.
OCTAVIUS CAESARMost meet
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 5Our written purposes before us sent;
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
That else must perish here.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 10To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 15Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was't
That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 20To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 25Cast on my noble father.
OCTAVIUS CAESARTake your time.
MARK ANTONYThou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
How much we do o'er-count thee.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 30At land, indeed,
Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
Remain in't as thou mayst.
LEPIDUSBe pleased to tell us —
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 35For this is from the present — how you take
The offers we have sent you.
OCTAVIUS CAESARThere's the point.
MARK ANTONYWhich do not be entreated to, but weigh
What it is worth embraced.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 40And what may follow,
To try a larger fortune.
POMPEYYou have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 45Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targes undinted.
OCTAVIUS CAESARThat's our offer.
POMPEYKnow, then,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 50I came before you here a man prepared
To take this offer: but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience: though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 55Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.
MARK ANTONYI have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks
Which I do owe you.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 60Let me have your hand:
I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
MARK ANTONYThe beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
For I have gain'd by 't.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 65Since I saw you last,
There is a change upon you.
POMPEYWell, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 70To make my heart her vassal.
LEPIDUSWell met here.
POMPEYI hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
I crave our composition may be written,
And seal'd between us.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 75That's the next to do.
POMPEYWe'll feast each other ere we part; and let's
Draw lots who shall begin.
MARK ANTONYThat will I, Pompey.
POMPEYNo, Antony, take the lot: but, first
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 80Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew fat with feasting there.
MARK ANTONYYou have heard much.
POMPEYI have fair meanings, sir.
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 85And fair words to them.
POMPEYThen so much have I heard:
And I have heard, Apollodorus carried —
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNo more of that: he did so.
POMPEYWhat, I pray you?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 90A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
POMPEYI know thee now: how farest thou, soldier?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWell;
And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
Four feasts are toward.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 95Let me shake thy hand;
I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
When I have envied thy behavior.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSSir,
I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 100When you have well deserved ten times as much
As I have said you did.
POMPEYEnjoy thy plainness,
It nothing ill becomes thee.
Aboard my galley I invite you all:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 105Will you lead, lords?
OCTAVIUS CAESARShow us the way, sir.
POMPEYCome.
MENAS Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
made this treaty. — You and I have known, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 110At sea, I think.
MENASWe have, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSYou have done well by water.
MENASAnd you by land.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI will praise any man that will praise me; though it
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 115cannot be denied what I have done by land.
MENASNor what I have done by water.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSYes, something you can deny for your own
safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
MENASAnd you by land.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 120There I deny my land service. But give me your
hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
might take two thieves kissing.
MENASAll men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSBut there is never a fair woman has a true face.
MENASAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 125No slander; they steal hearts.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWe came hither to fight with you.
MENASFor my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSIf he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.
MENASAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 130You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSCaesar's sister is called Octavia.
MENASTrue, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSBut she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.
MENASAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 135Pray ye, sir?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS'Tis true.
MENASThen is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSIf I were bound to divine of this unity, I would
not prophesy so.
MENASAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 140I think the policy of that purpose made more in the
marriage than the love of the parties.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI 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
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 145holy, cold, and still conversation.
MENASWho would not have his wife so?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNot 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
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 150I 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.
MENASAnd thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 155I have a health for you.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.
MENASCome, let's away.

ACT II

SCENE VII. On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum.

First ServantHere they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are
ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world
will blow them down.
Second ServantLepidus is high-coloured.
First ServantAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 5They have made him drink alms-drink.
Second ServantAs they pinch one another by the disposition, he
cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his
entreaty, and himself to the drink.
First ServantBut it raises the greater war between him and
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 10his discretion.
Second ServantWhy, this is to have a name in great men's
fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do
me no service as a partisan I could not heave.
First ServantTo be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 15to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be,
which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
MARK ANTONY Thus do they, sir: they take
the flow o' the Nile
By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 20By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.
LEPIDUSAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 25You've strange serpents there.
MARK ANTONYAy, Lepidus.
LEPIDUSYour serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
MARK ANTONYThey are so.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 30Sit, — and some wine! A health to Lepidus!
LEPIDUSI am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNot till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
LEPIDUSNay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies'
pyramises are very goodly things; without
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 35contradiction, I have heard that.
MENAS Pompey, a word.
POMPEY Say in mine ear:
what is't?
MENAS Forsake thy seat, I do beseech
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 40thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.
POMPEY Forbear me till anon.
This wine for Lepidus!
LEPIDUSWhat manner o' thing is your crocodile?
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 45It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad
as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is,
and moves with its own organs: it lives by that
which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of
it, it transmigrates.
LEPIDUSAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 50What colour is it of?
MARK ANTONYOf it own colour too.
LEPIDUS'Tis a strange serpent.
MARK ANTONY'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
OCTAVIUS CAESARWill this description satisfy him?
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 55With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a
very epicure.
POMPEY Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of
that? away!
Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 60 If for the sake of merit thou
wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
POMPEY I think thou'rt mad.
The matter?
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 65I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
POMPEYThou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
Be jolly, lords.
MARK ANTONYThese quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 70Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
POMPEYWhat say'st thou?
MENASWilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
POMPEYHow should that be?
MENASBut entertain it,
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 75And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
POMPEYHast thou drunk well?
MENASNow, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 80Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
POMPEYShow me which way.
MENASThese three world-sharers, these competitors,
Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 85And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.
POMPEYAh, this thou shouldst have done,
And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;
In thee't had been good service. Thou must know,
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 90'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 95 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.
POMPEYThis health to Lepidus!
MARK ANTONYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 100Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHere's to thee, Menas!
MENASEnobarbus, welcome!
POMPEYFill till the cup be hid.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThere's a strong fellow, Menas.
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 105Why?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSA' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st
not?
MENASThe third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 110Drink thou; increase the reels.
MENASCome.
POMPEYThis is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
MARK ANTONYIt ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
Here is to Caesar!
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 115I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
MARK ANTONYBe a child o' the time.
OCTAVIUS CAESARPossess it, I'll make answer:
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 120But I had rather fast from all four days
Than drink so much in one.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHa, my brave emperor!
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink?
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 125Let's ha't, good soldier.
MARK ANTONYCome, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAll take hands.
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 130Make 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 loud
As his strong sides can volley.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 135Plumpy 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!
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 140What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
Let me request you off: our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Act 2 Sc 7 Ln 145Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.
POMPEYI'll try you on the shore.
MARK ANTONYAnd shall, sir; give's your hand.
POMPEYAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 150O Antony,
You have my father's house, — But, what? we are friends.
Come, down into the boat.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSTake heed you fall not.
Menas, I'll not on shore.
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 155No, to my cabin.
These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHo! says a' There's my cap.
MENASAct 2 Sc 7 Ln 160Ho! Noble captain, come.

ACT III

SCENE I. A plain in Syria.

VENTIDIUSNow, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
SILIUSNoble Ventidius,
Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and
Put garlands on thy head.
VENTIDIUSO Silius, Silius,
I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away.
Caesar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person: Sossius,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
Should my performance perish.
SILIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Thou hast, Ventidius,
that
Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony!
VENTIDIUSI'll humbly signify what in his name,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35That magical word of war, we have effected;
How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks,
The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
We have jaded out o' the field.
SILIUSWhere is he now?
VENTIDIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 40He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste
The weight we must convey with's will permit,
We shall appear before him. On there; pass along!

ACT III

SCENE II. Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

AGRIPPAWhat, are the brothers parted?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThey have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.
AGRIPPA'Tis a noble Lepidus.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSA very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
AGRIPPANay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 10Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
AGRIPPAWhat's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSSpake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
AGRIPPAO Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWould you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.
AGRIPPAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSBut he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,
poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
AGRIPPABoth he loves.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThey are his shards, and he their beetle.
So;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
AGRIPPAGood fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
MARK ANTONYNo further, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESARYou take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
Betwixt us as the cement of our love,
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35The fortress of it; for better might we
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.
MARK ANTONYMake me not offended
In your distrust.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40I have said.
MARK ANTONYYou shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause
For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45We will here part.
OCTAVIUS CAESARFarewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
OCTAVIAMy noble brother!
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
OCTAVIASir, look well to my husband's house; and —
OCTAVIUS CAESARWhat, Octavia?
OCTAVIAI'll tell you in your ear.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 55Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue, — the swan's
down-feather,
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60 Will Caesar weep?
AGRIPPA He has a cloud in 's face.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS He were the worse for that,
were he a horse;
So is he, being a man.
AGRIPPAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 65 Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS That year, indeed, he was
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
Believe't, till I wept too.
OCTAVIUS CAESARNo, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75Out-go my thinking on you.
MARK ANTONYCome, sir, come;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80Adieu; be happy!
LEPIDUSLet all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!
OCTAVIUS CAESARFarewell, farewell!
MARK ANTONYFarewell!

ACT III

SCENE III. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

CLEOPATRAWhere is the fellow?
ALEXASHalf afeard to come.
CLEOPATRAGo to, go to.
Come hither, sir.
ALEXASAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleased.
CLEOPATRAThat Herod's head
I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.
MessengerMost gracious majesty, —
CLEOPATRADidst thou behold Octavia?
MessengerAy, dread queen.
CLEOPATRAWhere?
MessengerAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 15Madam, in Rome;
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
CLEOPATRAIs she as tall as me?
MessengerShe is not, madam.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 20Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low?
MessengerMadam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.
CLEOPATRAThat's not so good: he cannot like her long.
CHARMIANLike her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
CLEOPATRAI think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
MessengerShe creeps:
Her motion and her station are as one;
She shows a body rather than a life,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30A statue than a breather.
CLEOPATRAIs this certain?
MessengerOr I have no observance.
CHARMIANThree in Egypt
Cannot make better note.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 35He's very knowing;
I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgment.
CHARMIANExcellent.
CLEOPATRAGuess at her years, I prithee.
MessengerAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 40Madam,
She was a widow, —
CLEOPATRAWidow! Charmian, hark.
MessengerAnd I do think she's thirty.
CLEOPATRABear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
MessengerAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 45Round even to faultiness.
CLEOPATRAFor the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
Her hair, what colour?
MessengerBrown, madam: and her forehead
As low as she would wish it.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 50There's gold for thee.
Thou must not take my former sharpness ill:
I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Most fit for business: go make thee ready;
Our letters are prepared.
CHARMIANAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 55A proper man.
CLEOPATRAIndeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.
CHARMIANNothing, madam.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 60The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
CHARMIANHath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!
CLEOPATRAI have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 65Where I will write. All may be well enough.
CHARMIANI warrant you, madam.

ACT III

SCENE IV. Athens. A room in MARK ANTONY's house.

MARK ANTONYNay, nay, Octavia, not only that, —
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import, — but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 5To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 10Or did it from his teeth.
OCTAVIAO 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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 15Praying for both parts:
The good gods 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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 20Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.
MARK ANTONYGentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25I lose myself: better I were not yours
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 30So your desires are yours.
OCTAVIAThanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 35Should solder up the rift.
MARK ANTONYWhen it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults
Can never be so equal, that your love
Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 40Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.

ACT III

SCENE V. The same. Another room.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHow now, friend Eros!
EROSThere's strange news come, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWhat, man?
EROSCaesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 5This is old: what is the success?
EROSCaesar, 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
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 10wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so
the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThen, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
EROSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 15He's walking in the garden — thus; and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool Lepidus!'
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murder'd Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSOur great navy's rigg'd.
EROSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 20For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS'Twill be naught:
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 25Come, sir.

ACT III

SCENE VI. Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

OCTAVIUS CAESARContemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 5Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
Caesarion, whom they call my father's son,
And all the unlawful issue that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 10Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
Absolute queen.
MECAENASThis in the public eye?
OCTAVIUS CAESARI' the common show-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 15Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 20As 'tis reported, so.
MECAENASLet Rome be thus Inform'd.
AGRIPPAWho, queasy with his insolence
Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
OCTAVIUS CAESARThe people know it; and have now received
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 25His accusations.
AGRIPPAWho does he accuse?
OCTAVIUS CAESARCaesar: and that, having in Sicily
Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 30Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets
That Lepidus of the triumvirate
Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain
All his revenue.
AGRIPPASir, this should be answer'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 35'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
That he his high authority abused,
And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 40And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
Demand the like.
MECAENASHe'll never yield to that.
OCTAVIUS CAESARNor must not then be yielded to in this.
OCTAVIAHail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 45That ever I should call thee castaway!
OCTAVIAYou have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
OCTAVIUS CAESARWhy have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 50The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 55Raised by your populous troops: but you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
Is often left unloved; we should have met you
By sea and land; supplying every stage
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 60With an augmented greeting.
OCTAVIAGood my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 65My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
His pardon for return.
OCTAVIUS CAESARWhich soon he granted,
Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
OCTAVIADo not say so, my lord.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 70I have eyes upon him,
And his affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he now?
OCTAVIAMy lord, in Athens.
OCTAVIUS CAESARNo, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 75Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
Up to a whore; who now are levying
The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 80Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 85With a more larger list of sceptres.
OCTAVIAAy me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict each other!
OCTAVIUS CAESARWelcome hither:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 90Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 95But let determined things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make them ministers
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 100Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
And ever welcome to us.
AGRIPPAWelcome, lady.
MECAENASWelcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 105Only the adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off;
And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That noises it against us.
OCTAVIAIs it so, sir?
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 110Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!

ACT III

SCENE VII. Near Actium. MARK ANTONY's camp.

CLEOPATRAI will be even with thee, doubt it not.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSBut why, why, why?
CLEOPATRAThou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And say'st it is not fit.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 5Well, is it, is it?
CLEOPATRAIf not denounced against us, why should not we
Be there in person?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Well, I could reply:
If we should serve with horse and mares together,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 10The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
A soldier and his horse.
CLEOPATRAWhat is't you say?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSYour presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 15from's time,
What should not then be spared. He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 20Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
And, as the president of my kingdom, will
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
I will not stay behind.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 25Nay, I have done.
Here comes the emperor.
MARK ANTONYIs it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 30And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
CLEOPATRACelerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent.
MARK ANTONYA good rebuke,
Which might have well becomed the best of men,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 35To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.
CLEOPATRABy sea! what else?
CANIDIUSWhy will my lord do so?
MARK ANTONYFor that he dares us to't.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 40So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
CANIDIUSAy, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
And so should you.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 45Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 50Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepared for land.
MARK ANTONYBy sea, by sea.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSMost worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land;
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 55Distract your army, which doth most consist
Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises assurance; and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 60From firm security.
MARK ANTONYI'll fight at sea.
CLEOPATRAI have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
MARK ANTONYOur overplus of shipping will we burn;
And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 65Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
We then can do't at land.
Thy business?
MessengerThe news is true, my lord; he is descried;
Caesar has taken Toryne.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 70Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
Strange that 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!
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 75How now, worthy soldier?
SoldierO noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 80Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
MARK ANTONYWell, well: away!
SoldierBy Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
CANIDIUSSoldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 85Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
And we are women's men.
SoldierYou keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
CANIDIUSMarcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 90Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
Carries beyond belief.
SoldierWhile he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions as
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 95Beguiled all spies.
CANIDIUSWho's his lieutenant, hear you?
SoldierThey say, one Taurus.
CANIDIUSWell I know the man.
MessengerThe emperor calls Canidius.
CANIDIUSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 100With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
Each minute, some.

ACT III

SCENE VIII. A plain near Actium.

OCTAVIUS CAESARTaurus!
TAURUSMy lord?
OCTAVIUS CAESARStrike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
Act 3 Sc 8 Ln 5The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies
Upon this jump.

ACT III

SCENE IX. Another part of the plain.

MARK ANTONYSet we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly.

ACT III

SCENE X. Another part of the plain.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNaught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
To see't mine eyes are blasted.
SCARUSAct 3 Sc 10 Ln 5Gods and goddesses,
All the whole synod of them!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWhat's thy passion!
SCARUSThe greater cantle of the world is lost
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Act 3 Sc 10 Ln 10Kingdoms and provinces.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHow appears the fight?
SCARUSOn our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt, —
Whom leprosy o'ertake! — i' the midst o' the fight,
Act 3 Sc 10 Ln 15When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThat I beheld:
Act 3 Sc 10 Ln 20Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Endure a further view.
SCARUSShe once being loof'd,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
Act 3 Sc 10 Ln 25Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAlack, alack!
CANIDIUSAct 3 Sc 10 Ln 30Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
O, he has given example for our flight,
Most grossly, by his own!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 10 Ln 35Ay, are you thereabouts?
Why, then, good night indeed.
CANIDIUSToward Peloponnesus are they fled.
SCARUS'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
What further comes.
CANIDIUSAct 3 Sc 10 Ln 40To Caesar will I render
My legions and my horse: six kings already
Show me the way of yielding.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Act 3 Sc 10 Ln 45Sits in the wind against me.

ACT III

SCENE XI. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

MARK ANTONYHark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;
It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither:
I am so lated in the world, that I
Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 5Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Caesar.
AllFly! not we.
MARK ANTONYI have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 10I have myself resolved upon a course
Which has no need of you; be gone:
My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 15Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you shall
Have letters from me to some friends that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 20Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which 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,
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 25Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by.
EROSNay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
IRASDo, most dear queen.
CHARMIANDo! why: what else?
CLEOPATRALet me sit down. O Juno!
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 11 Ln 30No, no, no, no, no.
EROSSee you here, sir?
MARK ANTONYO fie, fie, fie!
CHARMIANMadam!
IRASMadam, O good empress!
EROSAct 3 Sc 11 Ln 35Sir, sir, —
MARK ANTONYYes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 40Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had
In the brave squares of war: yet now — No matter.
CLEOPATRAAh, stand by.
EROSThe queen, my lord, the queen.
IRASGo to him, madam, speak to him:
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 45He is unqualitied with very shame.
CLEOPATRAWell then, sustain him: O!
EROSMost noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 11 Ln 50I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
EROSSir, the queen.
MARK ANTONYO, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 55By looking back what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.
CLEOPATRAO my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have follow'd.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 11 Ln 60Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 65Command me.
CLEOPATRAO, my pardon!
MARK ANTONYNow I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 70With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 11 Ln 75Pardon, pardon!
MARK ANTONYFall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost: give me a kiss;
Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
Act 3 Sc 11 Ln 80Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
We scorn her most when most she offers blows.

ACT III

SCENE XII. Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

OCTAVIUS CAESARLet him appear that's come from Antony.
Know you him?
DOLABELLACaesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 5He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers
Not many moons gone by.
OCTAVIUS CAESARApproach, and speak.
EUPHRONIUSSuch as I am, I come from Antony:
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 10I was of late as petty to his ends
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf
To his grand sea.
OCTAVIUS CAESARBe't so: declare thine office.
EUPHRONIUSLord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 15Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 20Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.
OCTAVIUS CAESARFor Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The queen
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 25Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there: this if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
EUPHRONIUSFortune pursue thee!
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 12 Ln 30Bring him through the bands.
To try 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 not
Act 3 Sc 12 Ln 35In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.
THYREUSCaesar, I go.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 3 Sc 12 Ln 40Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
THYREUSCaesar, I shall.

ACT III

SCENE XIII. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

CLEOPATRAWhat shall we do, Enobarbus?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSThink, and die.
CLEOPATRAIs Antony or we in fault for this?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAntony only, that would make his will
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 5Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 10When half to half the world opposed, he being
The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
CLEOPATRAPrithee, peace.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 15Is that his answer?
EUPHRONIUSAy, my lord.
MARK ANTONYThe queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.
EUPHRONIUSHe says so.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 20Let her know't.
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.
CLEOPATRAThat head, my lord?
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 25To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 30As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declined, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 35Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 40Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
His judgment too.
AttendantA messenger from CAESAR.
CLEOPATRAWhat, no more ceremony? See, my women!
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 45Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Mine honesty and I begin to square.
The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 50To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer
And earns a place i' the story.
CLEOPATRACaesar's will?
THYREUSHear it apart.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 55None but friends: say boldly.
THYREUSSo, haply, are they friends to Antony.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHe needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 60Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.
THYREUSSo.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Caesar.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 65Go on: right royal.
THYREUSHe knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
CLEOPATRAO!
THYREUSThe scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 70Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.
CLEOPATRAHe is a god, and knows
What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 75 To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
THYREUSShall I say to Caesar
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 80What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 85And put yourself under his shrowd,
The universal landlord.
CLEOPATRAWhat's your name?
THYREUSMy name is Thyreus.
CLEOPATRAMost kind messenger,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 90Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.
THYREUSAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 95'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 lay
My duty on your hand.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 100Your Caesar's father oft,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.
MARK ANTONYFavours, by Jove that thunders!
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 105What art thou, fellow?
THYREUSOne that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS You will be whipp'd.
MARK ANTONYAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 110Approach, 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 forth,
And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 115Antony yet.
Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying.
MARK ANTONYMoon and stars!
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 120Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
So 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,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 125And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
THYREUSMark Antony!
MARK ANTONYTug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 130You 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 abused
By one that looks on feeders?
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 135Good my lord, —
MARK ANTONYYou 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 us
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 140Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
To our confusion.
CLEOPATRAO, is't come to this?
MARK ANTONYI found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 145Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 150Wherefore is this?
MARK ANTONYTo let a fellow that will take rewards
And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 155Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 160Is he whipp'd?
First AttendantSoundly, my lord.
MARK ANTONYCried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
First AttendantHe did ask favour.
MARK ANTONYIf that thy father live, let him repent
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 165Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 170Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud 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,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 175When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 180He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
Hence with thy stripes, begone!
CLEOPATRAHave you done yet?
MARK ANTONYAlack, our terrene moon
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 185Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!
CLEOPATRAI must stay his time.
MARK ANTONYTo flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 190Not know me yet?
MARK ANTONYCold-hearted toward me?
CLEOPATRAAh, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 195Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve 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,
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 200Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!
MARK ANTONYI am satisfied.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 205Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 210I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
There's hope in't yet.
CLEOPATRAThat's my brave lord!
MARK ANTONYI will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 215Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of 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 me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 220Let's mock the midnight bell.
CLEOPATRAIt is my birth-day:
I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
MARK ANTONYWe will yet do well.
CLEOPATRAAct 3 Sc 13 Ln 225Call all his noble captains to my lord.
MARK ANTONYDo so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
The 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 contend
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 230Even with his pestilent scythe.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNow he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Act 3 Sc 13 Ln 235Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

OCTAVIUS CAESARHe calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5I have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
MECAENASCaesar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.
OCTAVIUS CAESARLet our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight: within our files there are,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15Of those that served 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!

ACT IV

SCENE II. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

MARK ANTONYHe will not fight with me, Domitius.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSNo.
MARK ANTONYWhy should he not?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSHe thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5He is twenty men to one.
MARK ANTONYTo-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
MARK ANTONYWell said; come on.
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Be bounteous at our meal.
Give me thy hand,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15Thou hast been rightly honest; — so hast thou; —
Thou, — and thou, — and thou: — you have served me well,
And kings have been your fellows.
CLEOPATRA What means this?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS 'Tis one of those odd
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.
MARK ANTONYAnd thou art honest too.
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapp'd up together in
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25An Antony, that I might do you service
So good as you have done.
AllThe gods forbid!
MARK ANTONYWell, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
CLEOPATRA What does he mean?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS To make his followers weep.
MARK ANTONYTend me to-night;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35May be it is the period of your duty:
Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSWhat mean you, sir,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to women.
MARK ANTONYHo, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Grace 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 you
To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
Where rather I'll expect victorious life
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.

ACT IV

SCENE III. The same. Before the palace.

First SoldierBrother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
Second SoldierIt will determine one way: fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
First SoldierNothing. What news?
Second SoldierAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 5Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
First SoldierWell, sir, good night.
Second SoldierSoldiers, have careful watch.
Third SoldierAnd you. Good night, good night.
Fourth SoldierHere we: and if to-morrow
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
Our landmen will stand up.
Third Soldier'Tis a brave army,
And full of purpose.
Fourth SoldierPeace! what noise?
First SoldierAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15List, list!
Second SoldierHark!
First SoldierMusic i' the air.
Third SoldierUnder the earth.
Fourth SoldierIt signs well, does it not?
Third SoldierAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 20No.
First SoldierPeace, I say!
What should this mean?
Second Soldier'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
Now leaves him.
First SoldierAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 25Walk; let's see if other watchmen
Do hear what we do?
Second SoldierHow now, masters!
All How now!
How now! do you hear this?
First SoldierAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 30Ay; is't not strange?
Third SoldierDo you hear, masters? do you hear?
First SoldierFollow the noise so far as we have quarter;
Let's see how it will give off.
AllContent. 'Tis strange.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace.

MARK ANTONYEros! mine armour, Eros!
CLEOPATRASleep a little.
MARK ANTONYNo, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 5If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her: come.
CLEOPATRANay, I'll help too.
What's this for?
MARK ANTONYAh, let be, let be! thou art
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
CLEOPATRASooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
MARK ANTONYWell, well;
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy defences.
EROSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Briefly, sir.
CLEOPATRAIs not this buckled well?
MARK ANTONYRarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 20Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
A workman in't.
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 25Good 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.
SoldierA thousand, sir,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
CaptainThe morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
AllGood morrow, general.
MARK ANTONY'Tis well blown, lads:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 40And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
CHARMIANPlease you, retire to your chamber.
CLEOPATRAAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 45Lead me.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony, — but now — Well, on.

ACT IV

SCENE V. Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.

SoldierThe gods make this a happy day to Antony!
MARK ANTONYWould thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
To make me fight at land!
SoldierHadst thou done so,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 5The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.
MARK ANTONYWho's gone this morning?
SoldierWho!
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 10One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
Say 'I am none of thine.'
MARK ANTONYWhat say'st thou?
SoldierSir,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 15He is with Caesar.
EROSSir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
MARK ANTONYIs he gone?
SoldierMost certain.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 20Go, 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 cause
To change a master. O, my fortunes have
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 25Corrupted honest men! Dispatch. — Enobarbus!

ACT IV

SCENE VI. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

OCTAVIUS CAESARGo forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
AGRIPPACaesar, I shall.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 5The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
MessengerAntony
Is come into the field.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 10Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAlexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 15Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 20No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
SoldierEnobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 25His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI give it you.
SoldierMock not, Enobarbus.
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 30I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSI am alone the villain of the earth,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 35And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 40Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.

ACT IV

SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps.

AGRIPPARetire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
SCARUSO my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 5Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
MARK ANTONYThou bleed'st apace.
SCARUSI had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 10They do retire.
SCARUSWe'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
EROSThey are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
SCARUSAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 15Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
MARK ANTONYI will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 20For thy good valour. Come thee on.
SCARUSI'll halt after.

ACT IV

SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.

MARK ANTONYWe have beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 5For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
Each 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 tears
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 10Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.
Give me thy hand
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 15O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
CLEOPATRALord of lords!
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 20O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
MARK ANTONYMy nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl!
though grey
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 25Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 30As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.
CLEOPATRAI'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
MARK ANTONYHe has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 35Like 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 capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 40And 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 rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 45Applauding our approach.

ACT IV

SCENE IX. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

First SoldierIf we be not relieved within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle
By the second hour i' the morn.
Second SoldierAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 5This last day was
A shrewd one to's.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSO, bear me witness, night, —
Third SoldierWhat man is this?
Second SoldierStand close, and list him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 10Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
First SoldierEnobarbus!
Third SoldierAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 15Peace!
Hark further.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSO sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 20May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
Against 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,
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 25Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
Second SoldierLet's speak To him.
First SoldierAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 30Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.
Third SoldierLet's do so. But he sleeps.
First SoldierSwoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Second SoldierAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 35Go we to him.
Third SoldierAwake, sir, awake; speak to us.
Second SoldierHear you, sir?
First SoldierThe hand of death hath raught him.
Hark! the drums
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 40Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
Third SoldierCome on, then;
He may recover yet.

ACT IV

SCENE X. Between the two camps.

MARK ANTONYTheir preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
SCARUSFor both, my lord.
MARK ANTONYI would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 5We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven
Where their appointment we may best discover,
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 10And look on their endeavour.

ACT IV

SCENE XI. Another part of the same.

OCTAVIUS CAESARBut being charged, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

ACT IV

SCENE XII. Another part of the same.

MARK ANTONYYet they are not join'd: where yond pine
does stand,
I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.
SCARUSAct 4 Sc 12 Ln 5Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 10His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.
MARK ANTONYAll is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 15They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 20For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 25That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On 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, —
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 30Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, —
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 35Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRAWhy is my lord enraged against his love?
MARK ANTONYVanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 40Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 45'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 50Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the 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 fall
Act 4 Sc 12 Ln 55Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!

ACT IV

SCENE XIII. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

CLEOPATRAHelp me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
CHARMIANTo the monument!
Act 4 Sc 13 Ln 5There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
CLEOPATRATo the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Act 4 Sc 13 Ln 10Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument!

ACT IV

SCENE XIV. The same. Another room.

MARK ANTONYEros, thou yet behold'st me?
EROSAy, noble lord.
MARK ANTONYSometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 5A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen
these signs;
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 10They are black vesper's pageants.
EROSAy, my lord,
MARK ANTONYThat which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
EROSAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 15It does, my lord.
MARK ANTONYMy good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony:
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen, —
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 20Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost, — she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 25Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
O! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
MARDIANNo, Antony;
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 30My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.
MARK ANTONYHence, saucy eunuch; peace!
She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
MARDIANDeath of one person can be paid but once,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 35And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do
Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake
Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!'
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 40Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Thy name so buried in her.
MARK ANTONYDead, then?
MARDIANDead.
MARK ANTONYUnarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 45And we must sleep.
That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go.
Off, pluck off:
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 50The 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.
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 55I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture: since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 60Itself 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,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 65And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
EROSWhat would my lord?
MARK ANTONYSince Cleopatra died,
I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 70Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she which by her death our Caesar tells
'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 75That, when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 80Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
EROSThe gods withhold me!
Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 85Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdued
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 90Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?
EROSI would not see't.
MARK ANTONYCome, then; for with a wound I must be cured.
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 95Most useful for thy country.
EROSO, sir, pardon me!
MARK ANTONYWhen I did make thee free, sworest thou not then
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 100But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
EROSTurn from me, then, that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
MARK ANTONYLo thee!
EROSMy sword is drawn.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 105Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
EROSMy dear master,
My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 110'Tis said, man; and farewell.
EROSFarewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
MARK ANTONYNow, Eros.
EROSWhy, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 115Thrice-nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
Have by their brave instruction got upon me
A nobleness in record: but I will be
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 120A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
First GuardAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 125What's the noise?
MARK ANTONYI have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
Of what I have begun.
Second GuardThe star is fall'n.
First GuardAnd time is at his period.
AllAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 130Alas, and woe!
MARK ANTONYLet him that loves me strike me dead.
First GuardNot I.
Second GuardNor I.
Third GuardNor any one.
DERCETASAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 135Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.
DIOMEDESWhere's Antony?
DERCETASThere, Diomed there.
DIOMEDESAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 140Lives he?
Wilt thou not answer, man?
MARK ANTONYArt thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.
DIOMEDESMost absolute lord,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 145My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
MARK ANTONYWhen did she send thee?
DIOMEDESNow, my lord.
MARK ANTONYWhere is she?
DIOMEDESLock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 150Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw —
Which never shall be found — you did suspect
She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 155Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
I dread, too late.
MARK ANTONYToo late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
DIOMEDESWhat, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
Come, your lord calls!
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 160Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
First GuardWoe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
All your true followers out.
AllMost heavy day!
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 14 Ln 165Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
Act 4 Sc 14 Ln 170And have my thanks for all.

ACT IV

SCENE XV. The same. A monument.

CLEOPATRAO Charmian, I will never go from hence.
CHARMIANBe comforted, dear madam.
CLEOPATRANo, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 5But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
How now! is he dead?
DIOMEDESHis death's upon him, but not dead.
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 10Look out o' the other side your monument;
His guard have brought him thither.
CLEOPATRAO sun,
Burn the great sphere thou movest in!
darkling stand
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 15The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
MARK ANTONYPeace!
Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 20But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
CLEOPATRASo it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
MARK ANTONYI am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 25Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay up thy lips.
CLEOPATRAI dare not, dear, —
Dear my lord, pardon, — I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 30Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs,
serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 35And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, —
Help me, my women, — we must draw thee up:
Assist, good friends.
MARK ANTONYO, quick, or I am gone.
CLEOPATRAAct 4 Sc 15 Ln 40Here'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, —
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 45Wishes were ever fools, — O, come, come, come;
And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.
AllA heavy sight!
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 15 Ln 50I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
CLEOPATRANo, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
Provoked by my offence.
MARK ANTONYAct 4 Sc 15 Ln 55One word, sweet queen:
Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
CLEOPATRAThey do not go together.
MARK ANTONYGentle, hear me:
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
CLEOPATRAAct 4 Sc 15 Ln 60My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.
MARK ANTONYThe miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 65Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest; and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to
My countryman, — a Roman by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 70I can no more.
CLEOPATRANoblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 75The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 80Beneath the visiting moon.
CHARMIANO, quietness, lady!
IRASShe is dead too, our sovereign.
CHARMIANLady!
IRASMadam!
CHARMIANAct 4 Sc 15 Ln 85O madam, madam, madam!
IRASRoyal Egypt, Empress!
CHARMIANPeace, peace, Iras!
CLEOPATRANo more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 90And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, and impatience does
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 95Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 100Our 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 it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
Act 4 Sc 15 Ln 105This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.

ACT V

SCENE I. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

OCTAVIUS CAESARGo to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
The pauses that he makes.
DOLABELLACaesar, I shall.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
Appear thus to us?
DERCETASI am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10He was my master; and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15What is't thou say'st?
DERCETASI say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
OCTAVIUS CAESARThe breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.
DERCETASHe is dead, Caesar:
Not by a public minister of justice,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath, 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'd
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30With his most noble blood.
OCTAVIUS CAESARLook you sad, friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.
AGRIPPAAnd strange it is,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
MECAENASHis taints and honours
Waged equal with him.
AGRIPPAA rarer spirit never
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
MECAENASWhen such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
OCTAVIUS CAESARO Antony!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Where mine his thoughts did kindle, — that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends —
But I will tell you at some meeter season:
The business of this man looks out of him;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
EgyptianA poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
Confined in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction,
That she preparedly may frame herself
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65To the way she's forced to.
OCTAVIUS CAESARBid her have good heart:
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70To be ungentle.
EgyptianSo the gods preserve thee!
OCTAVIUS CAESARCome hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.
PROCULEIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Caesar, I shall.
OCTAVIUS CAESARGallus, go you along.
Where's Dolabella,
To second Proculeius?
AllDolabella!
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 85Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90In all my writings: go with me, and see
What I can show in this.

ACT V

SCENE II. Alexandria. A room in the monument.

CLEOPATRAMy desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will: and it is great
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
PROCULEIUSCaesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
CLEOPATRAWhat's thy name?
PROCULEIUSMy name is Proculeius.
CLEOPATRAAntony
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
PROCULEIUSBe of good cheer;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25You're 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 over
On all that need: let me report to him
Your sweet dependency; and you shall find
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
CLEOPATRAPray you, tell him
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
Look him i' the face.
PROCULEIUSThis I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
Of him that caused it.
GALLUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 40You see how easily she may be surprised:
Guard her till Caesar come.
IRASRoyal queen!
CHARMIANO Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
CLEOPATRAQuick, quick, good hands.
PROCULEIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 45Hold, worthy lady, hold:
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Relieved, but not betray'd.
CLEOPATRAWhat, of death too,
That rids our dogs of languish?
PROCULEIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 50Cleopatra,
Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 55Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worthy many babes and beggars!
PROCULEIUSO, temperance, lady!
CLEOPATRASir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 60If 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 I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 65Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 70Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!
PROCULEIUSYou do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 75Find cause in Caesar.
DOLABELLAProculeius,
What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
I'll take her to my guard.
PROCULEIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 80So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
CLEOPATRASay, I would die.
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 85Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
CLEOPATRAI cannot tell.
DOLABELLAAssuredly you know me.
CLEOPATRANo matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 90Is't not your trick?
DOLABELLAI understand not, madam.
CLEOPATRAI dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
O, such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 95If it might please ye, —
CLEOPATRAHis face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon, which kept their course,
and lighted
The little O, the earth.
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 100Most sovereign creature, —
CLEOPATRAHis legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 105He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they lived in: in his livery
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 110Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
DOLABELLACleopatra!
CLEOPATRAThink you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dream'd of?
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 115Gentle madam, no.
CLEOPATRAYou lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 120And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.
DOLABELLAHear me, good madam.
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 125O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at root.
CLEOPATRAI thank you, sir,
Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 130I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
CLEOPATRANay, pray you, sir, —
DOLABELLAThough he be honourable, —
CLEOPATRAHe'll lead me, then, in triumph?
DOLABELLAMadam, he will; I know't.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 135Which is the Queen of Egypt?
DOLABELLAIt is the emperor, madam.
OCTAVIUS CAESARArise, you shall not kneel:
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
CLEOPATRASir, the gods
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 140Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.
OCTAVIUS CAESARTake to you no hard thoughts:
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 145As things but done by chance.
CLEOPATRASole sir o' the world,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear; but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties which before
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 150Have often shamed our sex.
OCTAVIUS CAESARCleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than enforce:
If you apply yourself to our intents,
Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 155A benefit in this change; but if you seek
To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
Of my good purposes, and put your children
To that destruction which I'll guard them from,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 160If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
CLEOPATRAAnd may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,
Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
OCTAVIUS CAESARYou shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 165This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
SELEUCUSHere, madam.
CLEOPATRAThis is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 170Upon his peril, that I have reserved
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
SELEUCUSMadam,
I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 175What have I kept back?
SELEUCUSEnough to purchase what you have made known.
OCTAVIUS CAESARNay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
Your wisdom in the deed.
CLEOPATRASee, Caesar! O, behold,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 180How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;
And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust
Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 185Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog!
O rarely base!
OCTAVIUS CAESARGood queen, let us entreat you.
CLEOPATRAO Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 190That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 195That I some lady trifles have reserved,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity
As we greet modern friends withal; and say,
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia and Octavia, to induce
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 200Their mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me
Beneath the fall I have.
Prithee, go hence;
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 205Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,
Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
OCTAVIUS CAESARForbear, Seleucus.
CLEOPATRABe it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought
For things that others do; and, when we fall,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 210We answer others' merits in our name,
Are therefore to be pitied.
OCTAVIUS CAESARCleopatra,
Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged,
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 215Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen;
For we intend so to dispose you as
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 220Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
CLEOPATRAMy master, and my lord!
OCTAVIUS CAESARNot so. Adieu.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 225He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
IRASFinish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.
CLEOPATRAHie thee again:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 230I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go put it to the haste.
CHARMIANMadam, I will.
DOLABELLAWhere is the queen?
CHARMIANBehold, sir.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 235Dolabella!
DOLABELLAMadam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 240You with your children will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure and my promise.
CLEOPATRADolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 245I your servant,
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
CLEOPATRAFarewell, and thanks.
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 250In Rome, as well as I mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
And forced to drink their vapour.
IRASAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 255The gods forbid!
CLEOPATRANay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 260Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.
IRASO the good gods!
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 265Nay, that's certain.
IRASI'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
CLEOPATRAWhy, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 270Their most absurd intents.
Now, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 275Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
Wherefore's this noise?
GuardHere is a rural fellow
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 280That will not be denied your highness presence:
He brings you figs.
CLEOPATRALet him come in.
What poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 285My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: now from head to foot
I am marble-constant; now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.
GuardThis is the man.
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 290Avoid, and leave him.
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
ClownTruly, I have him: but I would not be the party
that should desire you to touch him, for his biting
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 295is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or
never recover.
CLEOPATRARememberest thou any that have died on't?
ClownVery many, men and women too. I heard of one of
them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 300but 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' the worm; but he that will
believe all that they say, shall never be saved by
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 305half that they do: but this is most fallible, the
worm's an odd worm.
CLEOPATRAGet thee hence; farewell.
ClownI wish you all joy of the worm.
CLEOPATRAFarewell.
ClownAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 310You must think this, look you, that the worm will
do his kind.
CLEOPATRAAy, ay; farewell.
ClownLook you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the
keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 315goodness in worm.
CLEOPATRATake thou no care; it shall be heeded.
ClownVery good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is
not worth the feeding.
CLEOPATRAWill it eat me?
ClownAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 320You 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
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 325that they make, the devils mar five.
CLEOPATRAWell, get thee gone; farewell.
ClownYes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.
CLEOPATRAGive me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 330The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 335To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 340Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
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 desired. Dost thou lie still?
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 345If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
CHARMIANDissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
The gods themselves do weep!
CLEOPATRAThis proves me base:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 350If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou
mortal wretch,
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 355Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
Unpolicied!
CHARMIANO eastern star!
CLEOPATRAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 360Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
CHARMIANO, break! O, break!
CLEOPATRAAs sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, —
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 365O Antony! — Nay, I will take thee too.
What should I stay —
CHARMIANIn this vile world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 370And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.
First GuardWhere is the queen?
CHARMIANSpeak softly, wake her not.
First GuardAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 375Caesar hath sent —
CHARMIANToo slow a messenger.
O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
First GuardApproach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
Second GuardThere's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
First GuardAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 380What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
CHARMIANIt is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier!
DOLABELLAHow goes it here?
Second GuardAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 385All dead.
DOLABELLACaesar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 390O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
OCTAVIUS CAESARBravest at the last,
She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 395I do not see them bleed.
DOLABELLAWho was last with them?
First GuardA simple countryman, that brought her figs:
This was his basket.
OCTAVIUS CAESARPoison'd, then.
First GuardAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 400O Caesar,
This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
And on the sudden dropp'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESARAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 405O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.
DOLABELLAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 410Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood and something blown:
The like is on her arm.
First GuardThis is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 415Upon the caves of Nile.
OCTAVIUS CAESARMost probable
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursued conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 420And bear her women from the monument:
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 425No less in pity than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
In solemn show attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity.