Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
¶A better life: Tis paltry to be Cæsar:
¶Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue,
¶A minister of her will: and it is great
3205To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
¶Which shackles accedents, and bolts vp change;
¶Which sleepes, and neuer pallates more the dung,
¶
Enter Proculeius.
¶And bids thee study on what faire demands
¶Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee.
¶Cleo. What's thy name?
¶Pro. My name is Proculeius.
3215Cleo. Anthony
¶Did tell me of you, bad me trust you, but
¶I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd
¶Would haue a Queece his begger, you must tell him,
¶To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne,
¶He giues me so much of mine owne, as I
¶Will kneele to him with thankes.
3225Pro. Be of good cheere:
¶Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing,
¶Make your full reference freely to my Lord,
¶Who is so full of Grace, that it flowes ouer
¶On all that neede. Let me report to him
¶Where he for grace is kneel'd too.
¶Cleo. Pray you tell him,
¶A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly
¶Looke him i'th'Face.
¶Pro. This Ile report (deere Lady)
¶Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied
3240Of him that caus'd it.
¶Guard her till Cæsar come.
¶Iras. Royall Queene.
¶Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queene.
3245Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands.
¶Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold:
¶Releeu'd, but not betraid.
¶Will neuer let come forth.
¶Cleo. Where art thou Death?
3255Come hither come; Come, come, and take a Queene
¶Worth many Babes and Beggers.
¶Pro. Oh temperance Lady.
¶Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court,
¶Of dull Octauia. Shall they hoyst me vp,
¶Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt.
¶Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde
¶Lay me starke-nak'd, and let the water-Flies
¶Blow me into abhorring; rather make
3270My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet,
¶And hang me vp in Chaines.
¶Pro. You do extend
3275
Enter Dolabella.
¶Dol. Proculeius,
¶And he hath sent for thee: for the Queene,
¶Ile take her to my Guard.
3280Pro. So Dolabella,
¶If you'l imploy me to him.
Exit Proculeius
¶Cleo. Say, I would dye.
¶Cleo. I cannot tell.
¶You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames,
3290Is't not your tricke?
¶Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony.
¶But such another man.
¶A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted
¶The little o'th'earth.
¶Crested the world: His voyce was propertied
¶As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends:
¶But when he meant to quaile, and shake the Orbe,
¶He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty,
3305There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was,
¶That grew the more by reaping: His delights
¶Were Dolphin-like, they shew'd his backe aboue
¶The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery
¶Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Islands were
3310As plates dropt from his pocket.
¶Dol. Cleopatra.
¶As this I dreampt of?
¶Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
3315Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods:
¶But if there be, nor euer were one such
¶To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t'imagine
¶An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainst Fancie,
3320Condemning shadowes quite.
¶Dol. Heare me, good Madam:
¶As answering to the waight, would I might neuer
3325By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites
¶My very heart at roote.
¶Know you what Cæsar meanes to do with me?
¶Dol. I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew.
¶Dol. Though he be Honourable.
¶Cleo. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph.
¶
Enter Proculeius, Cæsar, Gallus, Mecenas,
3335and others of his Traine.
¶Cæs. Which is the Queene of Egypt.
¶Cleo. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus,
¶Cæsar. Take to you no hard thoughts,
¶The Record of what iniuries you did vs,
¶As things but done by chance.
¶Cleo. Sole Sir o'th'World,
3350Bene laden with like frailties, which before
¶Haue often sham'd our Sex.
¶Cæsar. Cleopatra know,
¶We will extenuate rather then inforce:
¶If you apply your selfe to our intents,
¶A benefit in this change: but if you seeke
¶To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking
¶Of my good purposes, and put your children
3360To that destruction which Ile guard them from,
¶If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue.
¶Cleo. And may through all the world: tis yours, & we
¶Hang in what place you please. Here my good Lord.
¶Cleo. This is the breefe: of Money, Plate, & Iewels
¶Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
¶Seleu. Heere Madam.
¶Vpon his perill, that I haue reseru'd
¶To my selfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus.
¶Then to my perill speake that which is not.
3375Cleo. What haue I kept backe.
¶Your Wisedome in the deede.
3380How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours,
¶The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does
¶Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more trust
3385Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes
¶O rarely base!
¶Cæsar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you.
¶Addition of his Enuy. Say (good Cæsar)
¶Immoment toyes, things of such Dignitie
¶As we greet moderne Friends withall, and say
¶Some Nobler token I haue kept apart
¶For Liuia and Octauia, to induce
3400Their mediation, must I be vnfolded
¶With one that I haue bred: The Gods! it smites me
¶Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence,
¶Through th'Ashes of my chance: Wer't thou a man,
3405Thou would'st haue mercy on me.
¶Cæsar. Forbeare Seleucus.
¶For things that others do: and when we fall,
¶We answer others merits, in our name
3410Are therefore to be pittied.
¶Cæsar. Cleopatra,
¶Not what you haue reseru'd, nor what acknowledg'd
3415Cæsars no Merchant, to make prize with you
¶Of things that Merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd,
¶Make not your thoughts your prisons: No deere Queen,
3420Our care and pitty is so much vpon you,
¶That we remaine your Friend, and so adieu.
¶
Exeunt Cæsar, and his Traine._
3425Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me,
¶But hearke thee Charmian.
¶And we are for the darke.
3430Cleo. Hye thee againe,
¶I haue spoke already, and it is prouided,
¶Go put it to the haste.
¶Char. Madam, I will.
¶
Enter Dolabella.
3435Dol. Where's the Queene?
¶Cleo. Dolabella.
¶(Which my loue makes Religion to obey)
3440I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
¶Intends his iourney, and within three dayes,
¶You with your Children will he send before,
¶Dol. I your Seruant:
Exit
¶Cleo. Farewell, and thankes.
¶Now Iras, what think'st thou?
¶In Rome as_well as I: Mechanicke Slaues
¶With greazie Aprons, Rules, and Hammers shall
¶Vplift vs to the view. In their thicke breathes,
3455And forc'd to drinke their vapour.
¶Iras. The Gods forbid.
¶Will catch at vs like Strumpets, and scald Rimers
¶Ballads vs out a Tune. The quicke Comedians
¶Our Alexandrian Reuels: Anthony
¶I'th'posture of a Whore.
3465Iras. O the good Gods!
¶Cleo. Nay that's certaine.
¶Are stronger then mine eyes.
¶Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,
¶
Enter Charmian.
¶Now Charmian.
¶Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch
¶My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus,
3475To meete Marke Anthony. Sirra Iras, go
¶(Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,)
¶And when thou hast done this chare, Ile giue thee leaue
¶To play till Doomesday: bring our Crowne, and all.
¶
A noise within._
3480Wherefore's this noise?
¶
Enter a Guardsman.
¶Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow,
¶He brings you Figges.
¶What poore an Instrument
¶May do a Noble deede: he brings me liberty:
¶My Resolution's plac'd, and I haue nothing
¶Of woman in me: Now from head to foote
3490I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone
¶No Planet is of mine.
¶
Enter Guardsman, and Clowne.
¶Guards. This is the man.
3495Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there,
¶That killes and paines not?
¶Clow. Truly I haue him: but I would not be the par-
3500uer recouer.
¶Clow. Very many, men and women too. I heard of
¶good report o'th'worme: but he that wil beleeue all that
¶this is most falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme.
3510Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell.
¶Cleo. Farewell.
¶Worme will do his kinde.
3515Cleo. I, I, farewell.
¶but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is
3520Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it
¶is not worth the feeding.
¶Cleo. Will it eate me?
¶the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman: I know, that
¶great harme in their women: for in euery tenne that they
¶make, the diuels marre fiue.
¶Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell.
¶Cleo. Giue me my Robe, put on my Crowne, I haue
¶Immortall longings in me. Now no more
¶Yare, yare, good Iras; quicke: Me thinkes I heare
¶To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock
¶The lucke of Cæsar, which the Gods giue men
¶To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come:
¶Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title.
3540I am Fire, and Ayre; my other Elements
¶I giue to baser life. So, haue you done?
¶Come then, and take the last warmth of my Lippes.
¶Farewell kinde Charmian, Iras, long farewell.
3545If thou, and Nature can so gently part,
¶The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch,
¶It is not worth leaue-taking.
¶The Gods themselues do weepe.
3555Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch,
¶Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole,
¶Cleo. Peace, peace:
¶Char. O breake! O breake!
¶O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.
Dyes.
¶Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well:
¶And golden Phœbus, neuer be beheld
¶Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away,
¶Ile mend it, and then play---
¶
Enter the Guard rustling in, and Dolabella.
35751 Guard. Where's the Queene?
¶Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee.
35801 Approach hoa,
¶All's not well: Cæsar's beguild.
¶1 What worke is heere Charmian?
¶Is this well done?
¶Ah Souldier.
Charmian dyes.
¶
Enter Dolabella.
¶Dol. How goes it heere?
35902. Guard. All dead.
¶Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming
¶To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou
3595
Enter Cæsar and all his Traine, marching.
¶That you did feare, is done.
3600She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall
¶Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths,
¶I do not see them bleede.
3605This was his Basket.
¶I found her trimming vp the Diadem;
¶And on the sodaine dropt.
3615As she would catch another Anthony
¶In her strong toyle of Grace.
¶There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne,
¶The like is on her Arme.
¶As th'Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle.
¶Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed,
¶And beare her Women from the Monument,
¶She shall be buried by her Anthony.
¶No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it
¶Strike those that make them: and their Story is
¶Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall
3635And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see
¶High Order, in this great Solmemnity.
Exeunt omnes
¶
FINIS.
