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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Randall Martin
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Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)


Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian.
Cleo. Charmian.
525Char. Madam.
Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora.
Char. Why Madam?
Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time:
My Anthony is away.
530Char. You thinke of him too much.
Cleo. O 'tis Treason.
Char. Madam, I trust not so.
Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?
Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure?
535Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure
In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee,
That being vnseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not flye forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections?
Mar. Yes gracious Madam.
540Cleo. Indeed?
Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing
But what in deede is honest to be done:
Yet haue I fierce Affections, and thinke
What Venus did with Mars.
545Cleo. Oh Charmion:
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse?
Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony!
Do brauely Horse, for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st,
550The demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme
And Burganet of men. Hee's speaking now,
Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle,
(For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe
With most delicious poyson. Thinke on me
555That am with Phœbus amorous pinches blacke,
And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted sar,
When thou was't heere aboue the ground, I was
A morsell for a Monarke: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow,
560There would he anchor his Aspect, and dye
With looking on his life.
Enter Alexas from Cæsar.
Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile.
Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony?
565Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath
With his Tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie?
Alex. Last thing he did (deere Quene)
He kist the last of many doubled kisses
570This Orient Pearle. His speech stickes in my heart.
Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence.
Alex. Good Friend, quoth he:
Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an Oyster: at whose foote
575To mend the petty present, I will peece
Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,
(Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,
Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke,
580Was beastly dumbe by him.
Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?
Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between ye extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie.
Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him,
585Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie,
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.
590Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie,
The violence of either thee becomes,
So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts?
Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers.
Why do you send so thicke?
595Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send
to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Char-
mian. Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, e-
uer loue sar so?
Char. Oh that braue sar!
600Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis,
Say the braue Anthony.
Char. The valiant sar.
Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth,
If thou with sar Paragonagaine:
605My man of men.
Char. By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
Cleo. My Sallad dayes,
When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood,
610To say, as I saide then. But come, away,
Get me Inke and Paper,
he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting, or Ile vnpeo-
ple Egypt.
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