Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, better than I, where would you choose it ? Upon the first encounter, drave them. Iras. Not in my husband's nose.

Ant. Well, what worst? Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend ! Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Alexas, — come, his fortune, his fortune. — 0, let Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward. — him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I

On: beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him Things that are past are done, with me. 'T is thus. a worse : and let worse follow worse, till the worst Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a I hear him as he flattered. cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though | Mess. Labienus thou deny me a matter of more weight: good Isis, (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, I beseech thee!

Extended Asia from Euphrates; Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer His conquering banner shook from Syria of the people ! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see To Lydia and to Ionia : a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sor- Whilst row to behold a foul-knave uncuckolded. There Ant. “Antony," thou wouldst say, fore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him Mess. O, my lord ! accordingly!

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Char. Amen.

tongue : Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make Name Cleopatra as she's called in Rome : me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores | Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults but they 'd do't!

With such full license as both truth and malice Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony.

Have power to utter. — 0, then we bring forth Char. Not he; the queen.


When our quick winds lie still, and our ills told us Enter CLEOPATRA.

Is as our earing ! - Fare thee well awhile. Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. Eno. No, lady.

Ant. From Sicyon how the news ?-Speak there. Cleo. Was he not here?

1st Att. The man from Sicyon: is there such an Char. No, madam.

Cleo. He was disposed to mirth; but on the 2nd Att. He stays upon your will.

Ant. Let him appear. —
A Roman thought hath struck him. — Enobarbus: These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,

Eno. Madam.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. —

Enter another Messenger.
Where's Alexas ?

Or lose myself in dotage. — What are you? Alex. Here, at your service. - My lord ap- 2nd Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. proaches.

Ant. Where died she?

2nd Mess. In Sicyon : Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants.

Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Oleo. We will not look upon him: go with us. Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, &c.

[Gives a letter. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Ant. Forbear me.

[Exit Messenger. Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it. Mess. Ay:

What our contempts do often hurl from us, But soon that war had end, and the time's state We wish it ours again : the present pleasure, Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst By revolution lowering, does become Caesar : | The opposite of itself. She's good, being gone :


The hand could pluck her back, that shoved her the tears live in an onion that should water this

sorrow. I must from this enchanting queen break off: Ant. The business she hath broached in the Ten thousand harms more than the ills I know,

state My idleness doth hatch.— How now; Enobarbus: Cannot endure my absence.

Eno. And the business you have broached here Enter ENOBARBUS.

cannot be without you: especially that of CleoEno. What's your pleasure, sir ?

patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Ant. No more light answers : let our officers Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. We Have notice what we purpose. I shall break see how mortal an unkindness is to them: if they The cause of our expedience to the queen, suffer our departure, death 's the word.

And get her love to part: for not alone Ant. I must be gone.

The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; Of many our contriving friends in Rome though, between them and a great cause, they Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands but the least noise of this, dies instantly: I have The empire of the sea : our slippery people seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. |(Whose love is never linked to the deserver I do think there is mettle in death, which com- Till his deserts are part) begin to throw mits some loving act upon her; she hath such ce- Pompey the great, and all his dignities, lerity in dying.

| Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Higher than both in blood and life, stands up

Eno. Alack, sir, no: her passions are made of For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, nothing but the finest part of pure love. We can- The sides o'the world may danger. Much is not call her winds and waters, sighs and tears;

breeding, they are greater storms and tempests than alma- Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, nacks can report. This cannot be cunning in her: And not a serpent's poison. — Say, our pleasure if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as (To such whose place is under us) requires Jove.

Our quick remove from hence. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!

Eno. I shall do 't.

[Exeunt. Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel.

SCENE III. — Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Eno. Sir ?
Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Cleo. Where is he?
Eno. Fulvia ?

Char. I did not see him since. Ant. Dead.

Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacri

he does : fice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the (I did not send you). — If you find him sad, wife of a man from him, it shews to man the tail- Say I am dancing: if in mirth, report ors of the earth : comforting therein, that when That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return. old robes are worn out, there are members to make

[Exit ALEXAS. new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented :

dearly, this grief is crowned with consolation ; your old You do not hold the method to enforce smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed | The like from him.

Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Ant. How now, lady! Char. In each thing give him way; cross him Cleo. I would I had thy inches : thou shouldst in nothing.

Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant. Hear me, queen:
Char. Tempt him so too far. I wish forbear : The strong necessity of time commands
In time we hate that which we often fear. Our services awhile; but my full heart

Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius But here comes Antony.

Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: Cleo. I am sick and sullen.

Equality of two domestic powers Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur- Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to pose,

strength, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall | Are newly grown to love : the condemned Pompey, fall.

Rich in his father's honor, creeps apace
It cannot be thus long; the sides of nature Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Will not sustain it.

Upon the present state; whose numbers threaten : Ant. Now, my dearest queen, —

And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge Cleo. Pray you stand further from me. By any desperate change. My more particular, Ant. What's the matter?

And that which most with you should safe my Cleo. I know by that same eye there's some

going, good news.

Is Fulvia's death. What says the married woman? — You may go : | Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me 'Would she had never given you leave to come!

freedom, Let her not say 't is I that keep you here : It does from childishness: can Fulvia die ? I have no power upon you: her's you are.

Ant. She's dead, my queen : Ant. The gods best know,

Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read Cleo. O, never was there queen

The garboils she awaked : at the last, best :So mightily betrayed ! yet at the first

See when and where she died. I saw the treasons planted.

Cleo. O most false love! Ant. Cleopatra, —

Where be the secret vials thou shouldst fill Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine, With sorrowful water? — Now I see, I see, and true

In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. (Though you in swearing shake the thronéd Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to gods),

Who have been false to Fulvia ?—Riotous madness, The purposes I bear : which are or cease
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows As you shall give the advice. By the fire
Which break themselves in swearing!

That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence Ant. Most sweet queen, —

Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war Cleo. Nay, pray you seek no color for your As thou affect'st. going,

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come:But bid farewell and go.' When you sued staying, But let it be. — I am quickly ill and well: Then was the time for words! No going then: So Antony loves ! Eternity was in our lips and eyes;

Ant. My precious queen, forbear; Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor And give true evidence to his love which stands But was a race of heaven. They are so still, An honorable trial. Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. Art turned the greatest liar.

I pr'y thee turn aside and weep for her:

Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene Than Cleopatra, nor the Queen of Ptolemy Of excellent dissembling, and let it look More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, Like perfect honor.

Or vouchsafed to think he had partners. You shall Ant. You ’ll heat my blood : no more.

find there
Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly. A man who is the abstract of all faults
Ant. Now, by my sword, —

That all men follow.
Cleo. And target; - still he mends : Lep. I must not think there are
But this is not the best. Look, pr'y thee, Char- Evils enough to darken all his goodness :

His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, How this Herculean Roman does become More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, The carriage of his chafe.

Rather than purchased : what he cannot change, Ant. I'll leave you, lady,

Than what he chooses. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.

Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let 's grant it is Sir, you and I must part; — but that's not it:

Sir, you and I have loved ; — but there's not it: Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
That you know well. Something it is I would :— To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,

And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
And I am all forgotten !

To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Ant. But that your royalty

With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes Holds idleness your subject, I should take you

him For idleness itself.

(As his composure must be rare indeed Cleo. 'Tis sweating labor

Whom these things cannot blemish), yet must To bear such idleness so near the heart

Antony As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; No way excuse his soils, when we do bear Since my becomings kill me when they do not so great weight in his lightness. If he filled Eye well to you. Your honor calls you hence : His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,

Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones And all the gods go with you : upon your sword Call on him for 't: but to confound such time Sit laureled victory; and smooth success

That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud Be strewed before your feet !

As his own state and ours, – 't is to be chid Ant. Let us go : come.

As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge, Our separation so abides and flies,

Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, That thou, residing here, goest yet with me, And so rebel to judgment. And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!


Enter a Messenger.
Lep. Here's more news.

Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every SCENE IV. — Rome. An Apartment in CÆSAR's

hour, House.

Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report

How 't is abroad. Pompey is strong at sea, Enter OCTAVIUS, CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and At

And it appears he is beloved of those tendants.

That only have feared Cæsar : to the ports Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth The discontents repair, and men's reports know

Give him much wronged. It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate

Cæs. I should have known no less : One great competitor. From Alexandria

It hath been taught us from the primal state This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes That he which is was wished, until he were;

And the ebbed man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth Lep. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know love,

meantime Comes deared by being lacked. This common Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, body,

To let me be partaker. Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,

Cæs. Doubt not, sir : Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, I knew it for my bond.

s Exeunt. To rot itself with motion.

Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,

SCENE V. - Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Make the sea serve them, which they ear and

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads

MARDIAN. They make in Italy: the borders maritime

Cleo. Charmian!
Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt. Char. Madam.
No vessel can peep forth but 't is as soon

Cleo. Ha, ha!
Taken as seen : for Pompey's name strikes more | Give me to drink mandragora.
Than could his war resisted.

Char. Why, madam ?
Cæs. Antony,

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou once

time Wast beaten from Modena (where thou slew'st My Antony is away. Hirtius and Pansa, consuls), at thy heel

Char. You think of him too much. Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Cleo. 0, 't is treason ! Though daintily brought up, with patience more Char. Madam, I trust not so. Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink Cleo. Thou, eunuch: Mardian! The stale of horses and the gilded puddle

Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ? Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing: I take no deign

pleasure The roughest berry on the rudest hedge: In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee . Yea, like the stag when snow the pasture sheets, That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts The barks of trees thou browsed’st: on the May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ? Alps,

Mar. Yes, gracious madam. It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh

Cleo. Indeed ? Which some did die to look on. And all this Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do (It wounds thine honor that I speak it now)

nothing Was borne so like a soldier that thy cheek But what indeed is honest to be done : So much as lanked not!

Yet have I fierce affections, and think Lep. It is pity of him.

What Venus did with Mars. Cæs. Let his shames quickly

Cleo. O Charmian, Drive him to Rome. 'T is time we twain 1.Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or Did shew ourselves i' the field; and to that end,

sits he; Assemble we immediate council. Pompey Or does he walk: or is he on his horse ? Thrives in our idleness.

O happy horse to bear the weight of Antony ! Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar,

Do bravely, horse! for wott'st thou whom thou I shall be furnished to inform you rightly

mov'st ? Both what by sea and land I can be able, The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm To front this present time.

And burgonet of men. — He's speaking now, Cæs. Till which encounter

Or murmuring, “Where's my serpent of old It is my business too. Farewell.

Nile ?"


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