Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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THE TRAGEDIE OF
Anthonie, and Cleopatra.
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Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
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Enter Demetrius and Philo.
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Philo.
¶NAy, but this dotage of our Generals
¶That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,
¶Haue glow'd like plated Mars:
¶Now bend, now turne
¶The Office and Deuotion of their view
10Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,
¶The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,
¶And is become the Bellowes and the Fan
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Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the
¶Traine, with Eunuchs fanning her.
¶Looke where they come:
¶(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd
20Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see.
¶Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much.
¶Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd
25new Earth.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome.
¶Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.
30Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,
¶His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;
¶Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:
¶Perform't, or else we damne thee.
35Ant. How, my Loue?
¶Is come from Cæsar, therefore heare it Anthony
¶Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
45Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,
¶Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike
¶Is to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,
¶And such a twaine can doo't, in which I binde
50One paine of punishment, the world to weete
¶Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her?
¶Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,
¶Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;
¶Ant. Fye wrangling Queene:
¶Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
¶To make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.
¶Wee'l wander through the streets, and note
¶The qualities of people. Come my Queene,
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Exeunt with the Traine.
¶He comes too short of that great Property
75Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope
¶of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy.
Exeunt
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Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucilli-
¶that you prais'd so to'th'Queene? Oh that I knewe this
¶Garlands.
¶Sooth. Your will?
¶Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
¶can read.
90Alex. Shew him your hand.
¶Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,
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¶Cleopatra's health to drinke.
¶Char. Wrinkles forbid.
¶Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.
¶Alex. Nay, heare him.
¶be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow
¶them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode
¶of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with
¶Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.
¶tune, then that which is to approach.
115Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue.
¶tell euery wish, a Million.
¶Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.
120your wishes.
¶Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
¶Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes.
¶be drunke to bed.
¶mine.
¶but a worky day Fortune.
¶Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.
¶Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars.
¶Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
¶then I: where would you choose it.
140Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
¶his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this
145Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:
¶corum, and Fortune him accordingly.
¶Char. Amen.
¶Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
¶Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but
155they'ld doo't.
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Enter Cleopatra.
¶Char. Not he, the Queene.
¶Cleo. Saue you, my Lord.
160Enob. No Lady.
¶Cleo. Was he not heere?
¶Char. No Madam.
¶A Romane thought hath strooke him.
165Enobarbus?
¶Enob. Madam.
¶Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?
¶My Lord approaches.
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Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.
¶Cleo. We will not looke vpon him:
¶Go with vs.
Exeunt.
¶Messen. Fuluia thy Wife,
¶First came into the Field.
¶And the times state
180Vpon the first encounter draue them.
¶Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.
¶Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.
¶Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,
185Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,
¶I heare him as he flatter'd.
¶Hath with his Parthian Force
¶Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering
190Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,
¶And to Ionia, whil'st---
¶Mes. Oh my Lord.
¶Ant. Speake to me home,
195Mince not the generall tongue, name
¶Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:
¶Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults
¶Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,
200When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs
¶Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile.
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Enter another Messenger.
¶Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there.
2051. Mes. The man from Scicion,
¶Is there such an one?
¶Ant. Let him appeare:
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Enter another Messenger with a Letter.
¶What are you?
¶3. Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead.
¶Importeth thee to know, this beares.
¶Antho. Forbeare me
¶There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:
220What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,
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¶By reuolution lowring, does become
¶The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.
225I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,
¶Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know
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Enter Enobarbus.
¶How now Enobarbus.
¶parture death's the word.
¶farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
¶a celerity in dying.
¶but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
¶and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot
250as well as Ioue.
¶peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,
¶would haue discredited your Trauaile.
255Ant. Fuluia is dead.
¶Eno. Sir.
¶Ant. Fuluia is dead.
¶Eno. Fuluia?
¶Ant. Dead.
¶when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man
¶forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
¶there are members to make new. If there were no more
265Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
¶lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
¶aud indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water
¶this sorrow.
¶Cannot endure my absence.
¶not be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which
¶wholly depends on your abode.
¶Let our Officers
¶The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,
¶And get her loue to part. For not alone
280The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
¶Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,
¶Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius
¶Haue giuen the dare to Cæsar, and commands
285The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,
¶Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
¶Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
290Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp
¶For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,
¶The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,
¶Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,
¶Our quicke remoue from hence.
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Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
¶Cleo. Where is he?
¶Cleo. See where he is,
¶Whose with him, what he does:
¶Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report
¶Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,
¶You do not hold the method, to enforce
¶The like from him.
¶In time we hate that which we often feare.
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Enter Anthony.
315But heere comes Anthony.
¶It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature
¶Ant. What's the matter?
325What sayes the married woman you may goe?
¶Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
¶Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
¶I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.
330Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene
¶So mightily betrayed: yet at the fitst
¶Ant. Cleopatra.
¶Who haue beene false to Fuluia?
¶To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes,
¶But bid farewell, and goe:
¶Then was the time for words: No going then,
345Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,
¶Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,
¶Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.
350Ant. How now Lady?
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¶There were a heart in Egypt.
¶Ant. Heare me Queene:
355Our Seruicles a-while: but my full heart
¶Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,
¶Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius
¶Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,
¶Equality of two Domesticke powers,
¶Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,
¶Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace
¶Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued
¶By any desperate change: My more particular,
¶Is Fuluias death.
¶Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom
¶Ant. She's dead my Queene.
¶Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read
¶See when, and where shee died.
¶In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be.
¶Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know
¶As you shall giue th'aduice. By the fire
¶That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence
¶Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,
¶As thou affects.
385Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,
¶But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,
¶So Anthony loues.
¶Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,
¶And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands
390An honourable Triall.
¶Cleo. So Fuluia told me.
¶I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,
¶Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares
¶Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
¶Like perfect Honor.
¶Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?
¶Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.
¶Ant. Now by Sword.
400Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.
¶But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,
¶How this Herculean Roman do's become
¶The carriage of his chafe.
¶Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.
405Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:
¶Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
¶Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
¶That you know well, something it is I would:
¶Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,
410And I am all forgotten.
¶Ant. But that your Royalty
¶As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,
¶Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
¶Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
¶Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
420And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword
¶Be strew'd before your feete.
¶Ant. Let vs go.
425That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;
¶And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.
¶Away.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus,
¶and their Traine.
¶It is not Cæsars Naturall vice, to hate
¶One great Competitor. From Alexandria
¶The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike
435Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy
¶More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience
¶Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You
¶Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,
¶That all men follow.
¶His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,
¶Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,
445Then what he chooses.
¶Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not
¶To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit
¶And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
¶No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare
¶Call on him for't. But to confound such time,
460As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:
¶As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,
¶And so rebell to iudgement.
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Enter a Messenger.
465Lep. Heere's more newes.
¶Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre
¶How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,
¶And it appeares, he is belou'd of those
470That only haue feard Cæsar: to the Ports
¶The discontents repaire, and mens reports
¶Giue him much wrong'd.
¶It hath bin taught vs from the primall state
475That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:
¶And the ebb'd man,
¶Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,
¶Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,
¶Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,
480Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde
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¶To rot it selfe with motion.
¶Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates
¶Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound
485With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes
¶They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime
¶Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt,
¶Cæsar. Anthony,
¶(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more
¶Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat thẽ did daine
¶The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,
¶Which some did dye to looke on: And all this
505(It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)
¶Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke
¶So much as lank'd not.
¶Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.
510Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine
¶Both what by Sea and Land I can be able
¶To front this present time.
¶To let me be partaker.
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Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian.
¶Cleo. Charmian.
525Char. Madam.
¶Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora.
¶Char. Why Madam?
¶My Anthony is away.
530Char. You thinke of him too much.
¶Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?
¶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:
¶Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse?
¶Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony!
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,
555That am with Phœbus amorous pinches blacke,
¶And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Cæsar,
¶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.
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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. Good Friend, quoth he:
¶Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends
575To mend the petty present, I will peece
¶Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,
¶And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,
580Was beastly dumbe by him.
¶Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between ye extremes
¶Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie.
585Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.
¶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.
¶The violence of either thee becomes,
¶mian. Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, e-
¶Say the braue Anthony.
605My man of men.
¶I sing but after you.
¶Cleo. My Sallad dayes,
¶When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood,
¶Get me Inke and Paper,
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¶ple Egypt.
Exeunt
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Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in
615warlike manner.
¶lay, they not deny.
¶the thing we sue for.
¶Begge often our owne harmes, which the wise Powres
¶Deny vs for our good: so finde we profit
625By loosing of our Prayers.
¶The people loue me, and the Sea is mine;
¶Sayes it will come to'th'full. Marke Anthony
630In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
¶No warres without doores. Cæsar gets money where
¶He looses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
¶Of both is flatter'd: but he neither loues,
¶Nor either cares for him.
¶A mighty strength they carry.
¶Mene. From Siluius, Sir.
¶Pom He dreames: I know they are in Rome together
640Looking for Anthony: but all the charmes of Loue,
¶Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand lip,
¶Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty, Lust with both,
¶Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feasts,
¶Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes,
¶That sleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour,
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Enter Varrius.
¶How now Varrius?
¶Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome
¶Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis
¶A space for farther Trauaile.
655A better eare. Menas, I did not thinke
¶This amorous Surfetter would haue donn'd his Helme
¶Is twice the other twaine: But let vs reare
¶The higher our Opinion, that our stirring
660Can from the lap of Egypts Widdow, plucke
¶The neere Lust-wearied Anthony.
¶Mene. I cannot hope,
665His Brother wan'd vpon him, although I thinke
¶Not mou'd by Anthony.
¶Pom. I know not Menas,
¶For they haue entertained cause enough
¶To draw their swords: but how the feare of vs
¶May Ciment their diuisions, and binde vp
¶The petty difference, we yet not know:
675Bee't as our Gods will haue't; it onely stands
¶Come Menas.
Exeunt.
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Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.
¶Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
680And shall become you well, to intreat your Captaine
¶Let Anthony looke ouer Cæsars head,
685And speake as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter,
¶Were I the wearer of Anthonio's Beard,
¶I would not shaue't to day.
690borne in't.
¶No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony.
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Enter Anthony and Ventidius.
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Enter Cæsar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.
¶Hearke Ventidius.
700Cæsar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa.
¶Lep. Noble Friends:
¶That which combin'd vs was most great, and let not
¶May it be gently heard. When we debate
705Our triuiall difference loud, we do commit
¶Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners,
¶Were we before our Armies, and to fight,
¶I should do thus.
Flourish.
¶Cæs. Welcome to Rome.
¶Ant. Thanke you.
715Cæs. Sit.
¶Cæs. Nay then.
¶Or being, concerne you not.
¶Chiefely i'th'world. More laught at, that I should
¶Once name you derogately: when to sound your name
¶It not concern'd me.
¶Cæs. No more then my reciding heere 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.
730Ant. How intend you, practis'd?
¶Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
¶By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother
¶Made warres vpon me, and their contestation
¶Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre.
¶Did vrge me in his Act: I did inquire it,
¶And haue my Learning from some true reports
¶That drew their swords with you, did he not rather
¶Discredit my authority with yours,
¶Hauing alike your cause. Of this, my Letters
¶Before did satisfie you. If you'l patch a quarrell,
¶As matter whole you haue to make it with,
¶It must not be with this.
¶ment to me: but you patcht vp your excuses.
¶I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't,
¶Could not with gracefull eyes attend those Warres
¶Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife,
¶The third oth'world is yours, which with a Snaffle,
¶might go to Warres with the women.
¶Made out of her impatience: which not wanted
¶But say I could not helpe it.
¶Cæsar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you
¶Did pocket vp my Letters: and with taunts
765Did gibe my Misiue out of audience.
¶Ant. Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then:
¶Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want
¶Of what I was i'th'morning: but next day
¶I told him of my selfe, which was as much
770As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow
¶Be nothing of our strife: if we contend
¶Out of our question wipe him.
¶Cæsar. You haue broken the Article of your oath,
¶which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with.
¶The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,
¶The Article of my oath.
780Cæsar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd
¶them, the which you both denied.
¶Anth. Neglected rather:
¶And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp
¶From mine owne knowledge, as neerely as I may,
785Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honesty,
¶Worke without it. Truth is, that Fuluia,
¶To haue me out of Egypt, made Warres heere,
¶For which my selfe, the ignorant motiue, do
790So farre aske pardon, as befits mine Honour
¶The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite,
795Were to remember: that the present neede,
¶Speakes to attone you.
¶Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the
¶instant, you may when you heare no more words of
800Pompey returne it againe: you shall haue time to wrangle
¶in, when you haue nothing else to do.
¶got.
¶more.
¶The manner of his speech: for't cannot be,
¶So diffring in their acts. Yet if I knew,
¶Ath'world: I would persue it.
815Cæsar. Speake Agrippa.
¶Octauia: Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower.
¶further speake.
¶Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie,
¶To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts
¶With an vn-slipping knot, take Anthony,
825Octauia to his wife: whose beauty claimes
¶That which none else can vtter. By this marriage,
830And all great feares, which now import their dangers,
¶Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales,
¶Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both,
¶Would each to other, and all loues to both
¶Draw after her. Pardon what I haue spoke,
¶By duty ruminated.
¶Cæsar. Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht,
¶With what is spoke already.
840Anth. What power is in Agrippa,
¶To make this good?
¶And his power, vnto Octauia.
845Anth. May I neuer
¶Dreame of impediment: let me haue thy hand
¶Further this act of Grace: and from this houre,
¶The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues,
¶Cæsar. There's my hand:
¶A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother
¶Did euer loue so deerely. Let her liue
¶To ioyne our kingdomes, and our hearts, and neuer
855Flie off our Loues againe.
¶Lepi. Happily, Amen.
¶Of late vpon me. I must thanke him onely,
¶At heele of that, defie him.
¶Lepi. Time cals vpon's,
865Anth. Where lies he?
870Anth. So is the Fame,
875And do inuite you to my Sisters view,
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¶Whether straight Ile lead you.
¶Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie.
¶me.
880
Flourish. Exit omnes._
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Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.
¶honourable Friend Agrippa.
885Agri. Good Enobarbus.
¶and made the night light with drinking.
¶Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much
¶ued noting.
¶square to her.
¶vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis.
900uis'd well for her.
¶Eno. I will tell you,
¶The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne
¶Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold,
¶Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that
905The Windes were Loue-sicke.
¶With them the Owers were Siluer,
¶Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made
¶The water which they beate, to follow faster;
¶O're-picturing that Venns, where we see
¶The fancie out-worke Nature. On each side her,
¶Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like smiling Cupids,
¶To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole,
¶And what they vndid did.
¶Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony.
¶Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides,
920So many Mer-maides tended her i'th'eyes,
¶And made their bends adornings. At the Helme.
¶That yarely frame the office. From the Barge
¶Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast
¶Her people out vpon her: and Anthony
¶Enthron'd i'th'Market-place, did sit alone,
¶Whisling to'th'ayre: which but for vacancie,
930Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too,
¶And made a gap in Nature.
¶Agri. Rare Egiptian.
¶Inuited her to Supper: she replyed,
¶Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony,
¶Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake,
¶Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feast;
¶And for his ordinary, paies his heart,
940For what his eyes eate onely.
¶Agri. Royall Wench:
¶She made great Cæsar lay his Sword to bed,
¶He ploughed her, and she cropt.
945Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete,
¶That she did make defect, perfection,
950Eno. Neuer he will not:
¶Her infinite variety: other women cloy
¶The appetites they feede, but she makes hungry,
¶The heart of Anthony: Octauia is
¶
Enter Anthony, Cæsar, Octauia betw_eene them.
¶Anth. The world, and my great office, will
965Sometimes deuide me from your bosome.
¶bowe my ptayers to them for you.
¶Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia
¶Read not my blemishes in the worlds report:
970I haue not kept my square, but that to come
¶Shall all be done byth'Rule: good night deere Lady:
¶Good night Sir.
¶
Enter Soothsaier.
¶Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you
¶thither.
980But yet hie you to Egypt againe.
¶Cæsars or mine?
¶Thy Dæmon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is
985Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable,
¶Where Cæsars is not. But neere him, thy Angell
¶Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore
¶Make space enough betweene you.
¶Anth. Speake this no more.
990Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee,
¶If thou dost play with him at any game,
995Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him:
¶But he alway 'tis Noble.
¶Anth. Get thee gone:
¶He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap,
1000He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him,
¶And in our sports my better cunning faints,
¶Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds,
¶His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine,
¶When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer
1005Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte:
_
¶And though I make this marriage for my peace,
¶
Enter Ventigius.
1010Follow me, and reciue't.
Exeunt
¶
Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.
¶hasten your Generals after.
1015and weele follow.
¶Which will become you both: Farewell.
¶Mount before you Lepidus.
¶much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me.
¶
Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
¶of vs that trade in Loue.
¶
Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
¶Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billards: come Charmian.
¶Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as
¶with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir?
¶Mardi. As well as I can Madam.
1035Though't come to short
¶The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now,
¶Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th'Riuer there
¶My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray
1040Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp,
¶Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony,
¶And say, ah ha; y'are caught.
1045which he with feruencie drew vp.
¶Cleo. That time? Oh times:
¶I laught him out of patience: and that night
¶I laught him into patience, and next morne,
¶Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed:
1050Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst
¶I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie,
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares,
¶That long time haue bin barren.
1055Mes. Madam, Madam.
¶Cleo. Anthonyo's dead.
¶But well and free, if thou so yeild him.
¶There is Gold, and heere
¶Cleo. Why there's more Gold.
1065To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
¶The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr
¶Downe thy ill vttering throate.
¶Mes. Good Madam heare me.
¶Cleo. Well, go too I will:
¶Be free and healthfull; so tart a fauour
¶To trumpet such good tidings. If not well,
¶Not like a formall man.
¶Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis well,
¶Or friends with Cæsar, or not Captiue to him,
1080Rich Pearles vpon thee.
¶Mes. Madam, he's well.
¶Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me.
¶Mes. But yet Madam.
¶Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay
¶The good precedence, fie vpon but yet,
1090But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth
¶Some monstrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend,
¶Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare,
¶The good and bad together: he's friends with Cæsar,
¶He's bound vnto Octauia.
¶Cleo. For what good turne?
¶Cleo. I am pale Charmian.
1100Mes. Madam, he's married to Octauia.
¶
Strikes him downe._
¶Mes. Good Madam patience.
1105Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes
¶Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head,
¶
She hales him vp and downe.
¶Smarting in lingring pickle.
1110Mes. Gratious Madam,
¶I that do bring the newes, made not the match.
¶And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'st
¶Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage,
1115And I will boot thee with what guift beside
¶Thy modestie can begge.
¶Mes. He's married Madam.
¶Mes. Nay then Ile runne:
1120What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.
Exit.
¶The man is innocent.
¶Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures
1125Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe,
¶Though I am mad, I will not byte him:_Call?
¶Char. He is afeard to come.
¶Cleo. I will not hurt him,
¶
Enter the Messenger againe.
¶Though it be honest, it is neuer good
1135An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell
¶Themselues, when they be felt.
¶Mes. I haue done my duty.
¶Cleo. Is he married?
¶I cannot hate thee worser then I do,
1140If thou againe say yes.
¶Mes. He's married Madam.
¶Cleo. The Gods confound thee,
¶Mes. Should I lye Madame?
¶So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made
¶Cleo. He is married?
¶Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you,
¶To punnish me for what you make me do
¶Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia.
¶That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence,
¶The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome
¶Are all too deere for me:
¶Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em.
¶Char. Many times Madam.
¶Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,
¶I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.
1165Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him
¶Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares,
¶Her inclination, let him not leaue out
¶The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,
¶Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian,
1170Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
¶The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas
¶Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian,
¶But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.
¶
Exeunt.
1175
Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trum-
¶_cenas, Agrippa, Menas with Souldiers Marching.
¶And we shall talke before we fight.
¶And therefore haue we
1185And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,
¶Pom. To you all three,
¶The Senators alone of this great world,
¶Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,
1190Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,
¶Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,
¶There saw you labouring for him. What was't
1195Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,
¶With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,
¶To drench the Capitoll, but that they would
¶Haue one man but a man, and that his it
¶Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,
1200The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant
¶Cast on my Noble Father.
¶Cæsar. Take your time.
¶How much we do o're-count thee.
¶Pom. At Land indeed
1210Remaine in't as thou maist.
¶Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,
¶(For this is from the present how you take)
¶The offers we haue sent you.
¶Cæsar. There's the point.
1215Ant. Which do not be entreated too,
¶But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd
¶Cæsar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.
¶Pom. You haue made me offer
¶Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must
1220Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send
¶Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,
¶To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe
¶Our Targes vndinted.
¶Omnes. That's our offer.
1225Pom. Know then I came before you heere,
¶A man prepar'd
¶To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,
1230When Cæsar and your Brother were at blowes,
¶Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde
¶Her welcome Friendly.
¶Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,
¶And am well studied for a liberall thanks,
1235Which I do owe you.
¶Pom. Let me haue your hand:
¶I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,
¶That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:
1240For I haue gained by't.
¶Pom. Well, I know not,
¶Lep. Well met heere.
¶I craue our composion may be written
¶And seal'd betweene vs,
1250Cæsar. That's the next to do.
¶Draw lots who shall begin.
¶Ant. That will I Pompey.
1255your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue
¶Anth. You haue heard much.
¶Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.
¶Ant. And faire words to them.
¶And I haue heard Appolodorus carried---
¶Pom. What I pray you?
¶Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue
¶Foure Feasts are toward.
¶I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,
1270When I haue enuied thy behauiour.
¶Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha'prais'd ye,
¶When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,
¶As I haue said you did.
1275It nothing ill becomes thee:
¶Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.
¶Will you leade Lords?
¶Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir.
¶Enob. At Sea, I thinke.
¶Men. We haue Sir.
¶Enob. You haue done well by water.
1285Men. And you by Land.
¶it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land.
¶Men. Nor what I haue done by water.
1290safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea.
¶Men. And you by Land.
¶your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they
¶are.
¶Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true
¶Face.
1300Enob. We came hither to fight with you.
¶ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune.
1305thony heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
1310Enob. 'Tis true.
¶Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold
1315in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties.
¶very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,
¶thony will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but
¶his occasion heere.
¶Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?
¶I haue a health for you.
¶Egypt.
¶
Musicke playes.
¶
Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.
¶rooted already, the least winde i'th'world wil blow them
¶downe.
¶2 Lepidus is high Conlord.
¶1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke.
¶cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and
¶himselfe to'th'drinke.
¶discretion.
¶lowship: I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no
¶seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue.
¶to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which
¶
A Sennet sounded.
¶
Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecenas,
¶
Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.
1355By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know
¶Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels,
¶Anth. I Lepidus.
¶Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
¶by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile.
¶But Ile ne're out.
1370till then.
¶misis are very goodly things: without contradiction I
¶haue heard that.
1375Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't.
¶And heare me speake a word.
¶Pom. Forbeare me till anon.
Whispers in's Eare.
¶This Wine for Lepidus.
1380Lep. Whar manner o'thing is your Crocodile?
¶owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and
¶the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates.
1385Lep. What colour is it of?
¶Ant. Of it owne colour too.
¶is a very Epicure.
¶Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for?
¶Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?
¶Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes.
¶Keepe off, them for you sinke.
¶Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?
¶Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
1405That's twice.
¶Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
¶poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world.
1410Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,
¶Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue:
¶What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
¶Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
¶Pom. Shew me which way?
¶And when we are put off, fall to their throates:
¶All there is thine.
1420And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,
¶'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:
¶Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue,
¶Hath so betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne,
1425I should haue found it afterwards well done,
¶Men. For this, Ile neuer follow
¶Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
¶Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
1430Shall neuer finde it more.
¶Pom. This health to Lepidus.
¶Ile pledge it for him Pompey.
¶Eno. Heere's to thee Menas.
1435Men. Enobarbus, welcome.
¶Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.
¶Men. Why?
1440not?
¶Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
¶all, that it might go on wheeles.
¶Men Come.
¶Heere's to Cæsar.
¶when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler.
1450Ant. Be a Child o'th'time.
¶the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?
1455Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier.
¶Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
¶In soft and delicate Lethe.
¶Eno. All take hands:
1460Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke,
¶The holding euery man shall beate as loud,
¶
Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
1465
The Song.
¶Come thou Monarch of the Vine,¶Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne:¶In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd,¶With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd.1470Cup vs till the world go round,¶Cup vs till the world go round.
¶Cæsar. What would you more?
¶Pompey goodnight. Good Brother
1475Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,
¶You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe
¶Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
¶Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
1480Good Anthony your hand.
¶But what, we are Friends?
1485Come downe into the Boate.
¶No to my Cabin: these Drummes,
¶These Trumpets, Flutes: what
¶Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
¶
Sound a Flourish with Drummes.
¶
Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Paco-
1495
rus borne before him.
¶Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
¶Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,
¶Romaine. Noble Ventidius,
¶Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
¶The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
1505The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
¶Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and
¶Put Garlands on thy head.
¶Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius,
¶I haue done enough. A_lower place note well
1510May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius,
¶Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed
¶Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away.
¶Cæsar and Anthony, haue euer wonne
1515One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
¶For quicke accumulation of renowne,
¶Which he atchiu'd by'th'minute, lost his fauour.
¶Who does i'th'Warres more then his Captaine can,
¶Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition
¶Then gaine, which darkens him.
¶I could do more to do Anthonius good,
¶But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
¶Should my performance perish.
¶wilt write to Anthony.
¶That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,
1530How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
¶The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia,
¶We haue iaded out o'th'Field.
¶Rom. Where is he now?
1535The waight we must conuay with's, will permit:
¶
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.
¶Agri. What are the Brothers parted?
¶The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes
1545Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus.
¶Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony.
¶Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?
¶Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!
1555Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,
¶Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
¶His loue to Anthony. But as for Cæsar,
¶Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder.
1560Agri. Both he loues.
¶This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa.
¶Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.
¶
Enter Cæsar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.
1565Antho. No further Sir.
¶As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band
1570Let not the peece of Vertue which is set
¶Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue
¶To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter
¶Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both_parts
1575This be not cherisht.
¶And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:
¶We will heere part.
¶The Elements be kind to thee, and make
1585Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
¶Octa. My Noble Brother.
1590Cæsar. What Octauia?
¶Octa. Ile tell you in your eare.
¶Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
¶Her heart informe her tougue.
¶The Swannes downe feather
1595That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:
¶And neither way inclines.
¶Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face.
1600he being a man.
¶Agri. Why Enobarbus:
¶When Anthony found Iulius Cæsar dead,
¶He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,
¶When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine.
¶What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
¶Beleeu't till I weepe too.
1610Out-go my thinking on you.
¶Ant. Come Sir, come,
¶Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,
¶And giue you to the Gods.
1615Cæsar. Adieu, be happy.
¶Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light
¶To thy faire way.
1620
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
¶Cleo. Where is the Fellow?
¶Alex. Halfe afeard to come.
¶Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.
¶
Enter the Messenger as before.
¶vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd.
¶Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When
¶Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:
¶Come thou neere.
¶Mes. I dread Queene.
¶Cleo. Where?
¶Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and
1635saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony.
¶Mes. She is not Madam.
¶What Maiestie is in her gate, remember
,
¶She shewes a body, rather then a life,
¶A Statue, then a Breather.
¶Cleo. Is this certaine?
¶Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.
¶Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,
¶There's nothing in her yet.
¶The Fellow ha's good iudgement.
1655Char. Excellent.
¶Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke.
¶so. Her haire what colour?
¶Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead
¶Cleo. There's Gold for thee,
¶I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee
1670Our Letters are prepar'd.
¶Char. A proper man.
¶That so I harried him. Why me think's by him,
¶This Creature's no such thing.
1675Char. Nothing Madam.
¶know.
¶Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me
¶where I will write; all may be well enough.
¶
Enter Anthony and Octauia.
1685Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,
¶Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd
¶New Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it,
1690When perforce he could not
¶But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly
¶When the best hint was giuen him: he not look't,
¶Or did it from his teeth.
1695Octaui. Oh my good Lord,
¶Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue,
¶Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,
¶Praying for both parts:
1700The good Gods wil mocke me presently,
¶Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
¶Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway
1705'Twixt these extreames at all.
¶Ant. Gentle Octauia,
¶Ile raise the preparation of a Warre
¶So your desires are yours.
1715Oct. Thanks to my Lord,
¶You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,
¶Should soader vp the Rift.
1720Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins,
¶Can neuer be so equall, that your loue
¶Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
1725Your heart he's mind too.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.
¶Eno. What man?
¶let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting
1735here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
¶third is vp, till death enlarge his_Confine.
¶and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le
1740grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
¶The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
¶And threats the throate of that his Officer,
¶That murdred Pompey.
1745Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd.
¶I might haue told heareafter.
¶
Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Cæsar.
¶Cæs. Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more
¶In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't:
¶I'th'Market-place on a Tribunall siluer'd,
1755Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold
¶Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, sat
¶Cæsarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne,
¶Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,
¶Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, absolute Queene.
¶Mece. This in the publike eye?
¶His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,
1765Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
¶Syria, Silicia, and Phœnetia: she
¶That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience,
1770As 'tis reported so.
¶Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd.
¶Will their good thoughts call from him.
¶Cæsar. The people knowes it,
1775And haue now receiu'd his accusations.
¶Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
¶That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, should be depos'd,
¶And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue.
1785I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,
¶That he his high Authority abus'd,
¶And did deserue his change: for what I haue conquer'd,
¶I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,
¶And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like
1790Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that.
¶
Enter Octauia with her Traine.
¶Should haue an Army for an Vsher, and
¶The neighes of Horse to tell of her approach,
1800Long ere she did appeare. The trees by'th'way
¶Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted,
¶Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust
¶Should haue ascended to the Roofe of Heauen,
¶Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come
1805A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented
¶Is often left vnlou'd: we should haue met you
¶By Sea, and Land, supplying euery Stage
¶With an augmented greeting.
1810Octa. Good my Lord,
¶To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it
¶On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,
¶Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted
¶My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd
1815His pardon for returne.
¶Cæs. I haue eyes vpon him,
1820And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now?
¶Octa. My Lord, in Athens.
¶Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire
¶Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying
¶Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus
¶Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King
¶Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,
¶King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
1830Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King
¶Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas,
¶The Kings of Mede, and Licoania,
¶With a more larger List of Scepters.
1835That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
¶That does afflict each other.
_
¶Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,
¶And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart,
1840Be you not troubled with the time, which driues
¶But let determin'd things to destinie
¶Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,
¶Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd
1845Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods
¶And euer welcom to vs._
Agrip. Welcome Lady.
¶Mec. Welcome deere Madam,
1850Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,
¶Onely th'adulterous Anthony, most large
¶In his abhominations, turnes you off,
¶And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull
Exeunt
¶
Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.
¶Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not.
1860Eno. But why, why, why?
¶Eno. Well: is it, is it.
1865we be there in person.
¶the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horse.
¶Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,
¶Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis said in Rome,
¶That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides
1875Mannage this warre.
¶Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot
¶And as the president of my Kingdome will
¶Appeare there for a man. Speake not against it,
1880I will not stay behinde.
¶
Enter Anthony and Camidias.
¶Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor.
¶That from Tarrentum, and Brandusium,
1885He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea,
¶And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)
¶Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd,
¶Then by the negligent.
¶Ant. A good rebuke,
1890Which might haue well becom'd the best of men
¶Will fight with him by Sea.
1895Ant. For that he dares vs too't.
¶Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd,
¶Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people
¶Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea,
¶Being prepar'd for Land.
¶Ant. By Sea, by Sea.
¶Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted
¶Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe
1915Giue vp your selfe meerly to chance and hazard,
¶From firme Securitie.
¶Ant. Ile fight at Sea.
1920And with the rest full mann'd, from th'head of Action
¶Beate th'approaching Cæsar. But if we faile,
¶We then can doo't at Land.
Enter a Messenger._
1925Cæsar ha's taken Toryne.
¶Strange, that his power should be. Camidius,
¶Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land,
1930Away my Thetis.
¶
Enter a Soldiour.
¶How now worthy Souldier?
¶Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
1935This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th'Egyptians
¶And the Phœnicians go a ducking: wee
¶Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth,
¶And fighting foot to foot.
1940Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th' right.
¶Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes
¶Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,
¶And we are Womens men.
1945whole, do you not?
¶Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:
¶Carries beyond beleefe.
1950Soul. While he was yet in Rome,
¶As beguilde all Spies.
¶Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?
1955Cam. Well, I know the man.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius.
¶Cam. With Newes the times with Labour,
¶And throwes forth each minute, some.
exeunt
1960
Enter Cæsar with his Army, marching.
¶Cæs. Towrus?
¶Tow. My Lord.
¶Cæs. Strike not by Land,
¶Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile
1965Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede
¶The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes
¶Vpon this iumpe.
exit.
¶
Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.
1970In eye of Cæsars battaile, from which place
¶We may the number of the Ships behold,
¶And so proceed accordingly.
exit.
¶
Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the
¶
stage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the other way:
¶Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
¶With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:
¶
Enter Scarrus.
1985With very ignorance, we haue kist away
¶Kingdomes, and Prouinces.
¶Eno. How appeares the Fight?
¶Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
¶When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd
¶Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;
¶(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne,
¶Hoists Sailes, and flyes.
1995Eno. That I beheld:
¶Indure a further view.
¶Scar. She once being looft,
¶The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
2000Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
¶Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:
¶Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,
2005Enob. Alacke, alacke.
¶
Enter Camidius.
¶Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
¶Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well:
2010Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,
¶Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight
¶indeede.
¶And there I will attend what further comes.
¶Shew me the way of yeelding.
2020Eno. Ile yet follow
¶The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason
¶Sits in the winde against me.
¶
Enter Anthony with Attendants.
¶Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
2025It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
¶I am so lated in the world, that I
¶Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,
¶And make your peace with Cæsar.
2030Omnes. Fly? Not wee.
¶Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
2035My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
¶I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,
¶My very haires do mutiny: for the white
¶For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
2040Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will
¶Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,
¶Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left
¶Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,
¶Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by.
Sits downe
¶
Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.
2050Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
¶Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
2055Eros. See you heere, Sir?
¶Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
¶Char. Madam.
2060Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
¶That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
¶Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had
2065In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
¶Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene.
¶Hee's vnqualited with very shame.
¶Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but
¶Your comfort makes the rescue.
¶Ant. I haue offended Reputation,
¶Eros. Sir, the Queene.
¶How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,
¶By looking backe what I haue left behinde
2080Stroy'd in dishonor.
¶Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord
¶Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought
¶You would haue followed.
2085My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings,
¶Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
¶Command mee.
2090Cleo. Oh my pardon.
¶To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge
¶And palter in the shifts of lownes, who
¶With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,
2095Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
¶How much you were my Conqueror, and that
¶My Sword, made weake by my affection, would
¶Obey it on all cause.
¶Cleo. Pardon, pardon.
¶Euen this repayes me.
¶Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine
2105Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
Exeunt
¶
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.
¶Cæs. Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
¶Know you him.
¶An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
¶Not many Moones gone by.
2115
Enter Ambassador from Anthony.
¶Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
¶I was of late as petty to his ends,
¶As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
2120To his grand Sea.
¶Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted
2125To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
¶A priuate man in Athens: this for him.
¶Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
¶The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,
2130Now hazarded to thy Grace.
¶Cæs. For Anthony,
¶I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,
¶From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,
2135Or take his life there. This if shee performe,
¶Cæs. Bring him through the Bands:
¶To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
2140From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise
¶And in our Name, what she requires, adde more
¶From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
¶The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,
2145Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we
¶Will answer as a Law.
2150In euery power that mooues.
¶
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.
¶Eno. Thinke, and dye.
2155Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?
¶Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will
¶Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,
¶Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
2160The itch of his Affection should not then
¶When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being
2165And leaue his Nauy gazing.
¶Cleo. Prythee peace.
¶
Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony.
2170So she will yeeld vs vp.
¶grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,
¶With Principalities.
2175Cleo. That head my Lord?
¶Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note
¶Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
¶As i'th'Command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore
¶To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,
¶Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me.
¶A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
¶Do draw the inward quality after them
¶His iudgement too.
¶
Enter a Seruant.
¶Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
¶That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir.
2200The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make
¶Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure
¶To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,
¶Does conquer him that did his Master conquer,
¶And earnes a place i'th'Story.
2205
Enter Thidias.
¶Thid. Heare it apart.
¶Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony.
¶Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,
¶Further then he is Cæsars.
¶Cleo. Go on, right Royall.
¶Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
¶As you did loue, but as you feared him.
2220Cleo. Oh.
¶Not as deserued.
¶Cleo. He is a God,
2225And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
¶Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.
2230Thy deerest quit thee.
Exit Enob._
¶What you require of him: for he partly begges
2235To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits
¶To heare from me you had left Anthony,
¶Cleo. What's your name?
¶Thid. My name is Thidias.
¶To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
¶Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare
2245The doome of Egypt.
¶Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,
¶If that the former dare but what it can,
¶No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay
2250My dutie on your hand.
¶(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
¶Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,
2255
Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.
¶Thid. One that but performes
¶To haue command obey'd.
2260Eno. You will be whipt.
¶Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
¶Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
¶And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
2265I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
¶
Enter a Seruant.
¶Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
¶Then with an old one dying.
¶Ant. Moone and Starres,
2270Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
¶Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
¶Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,
2275And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
¶Thid. Marke Anthony.
¶Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
¶Beare vs an arrant to him.
Exeunt with Thidius.
2280You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?
¶Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,
¶Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
¶And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd
¶By one that lookes on Feeders?
2285Cleo. Good my Lord.
¶Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
¶In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
2290Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
¶To our confusion.
¶Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
¶Dead Cæsars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
2295Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
¶Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue
¶You know not what it is.
2300Cleo. Wherefore is this?
¶Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
¶And say, God quit you, be familiar with
¶My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,
¶And plighter of high hearts. O that I were
2305Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare
¶And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
¶A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,
¶For being yare about him. Is he whipt?
2310
Enter a Seruant with Thidias.
¶Ser. Soundly, my Lord.
¶Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?
¶Ser. He did aske fauour.
¶Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent
2315Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie
¶Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth
¶The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
¶Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Cæsar,
2320Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say
¶He makes me angry with him. For he seemes
¶Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,
¶Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
2325When my good Starres, that were my former guides
¶Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires
¶My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
¶Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom
2330He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
¶As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:
¶Hence with thy stripes, be gone.
Exit Thid.
¶Cleo. Haue you done yet?
2335And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.
¶With one that tyes his points.
¶Cleo. Not know me yet?
2340Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
¶From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,
¶Drop in my necke: as it determines so
¶Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
¶Together with my braue Egyptians all,
2350Haue buried them for prey.
¶I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,
¶Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too
2355Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like.
¶If from the Field I shall returne once more
¶I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,
2360There's hope in't yet.
¶Cleo. That's my braue Lord.
¶And fight maliciously: for when mine houres
¶Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues
¶Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me
¶All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
¶Let's mocke the midnight Bell.
2370Cleo. It is my Birth-day,
¶I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord
¶Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra.
¶Ant. We will yet do well.
¶Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.
¶And to night Ile force
¶The Wine peepe through their scarres.
¶Come on (my Queene)
¶There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
2380Ile make death loue me: for I will contend
¶Euen with his pestilent Sythe.
Exeunt.
¶Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
2385A diminution in our Captaines braine,
¶It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke
¶Some way to leaue him.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army,
2390Cæsar reading a Letter.
¶Cæs. He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
¶He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.
2395I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
¶Laugh at his Challenge.
¶When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted
¶Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
2400Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger
¶Made good guard for it selfe.
¶That to morrow, the last of many Battailes
¶We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
¶Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
¶And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.
Exeunt
¶
Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,
2410Iras, Alexas, with others.
¶Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian?
¶Eno. No?
¶Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
2415He is twenty men to one.
¶Ant. To morrow Soldier,
¶By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,
¶Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood
¶Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well.
¶Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night
¶
Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors.
¶Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,
¶Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,
¶And Kings haue beene your fellowes.
¶Cleo. What meanes this?
2430Out of the minde.
¶And all of you clapt vp together, in
¶An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,
2435So good as you haue done.
¶Omnes. The Gods forbid.
¶Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
¶Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,
¶As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
2440And suffer'd my command.
¶Cleo. What does he meane?
¶Eno. To make his Followers weepe.
¶Ant. Tend me to night;
¶May be, it is the period of your duty,
¶A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
¶As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,
¶I turne you not away, but like a Master
¶Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,
¶And the Gods yeeld you for't.
¶Eno. What meane you (Sir)
¶To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,
¶Transforme vs not to women.
¶Ant. Ho, ho, ho:
¶Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
¶Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)
¶To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)
¶I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,
¶Where rather Ile expect victorious life,
2465Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,
¶And drowne consideration.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter a Company of Soldiours.
¶1.Sol. Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day.
¶2.Sol. It will determine one way: Fare you well.
¶2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you.
¶
They meete other Soldiers._
24752 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch.
¶1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight.
¶
They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage.
¶2 Heere we: and if to morrow
¶Our Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hope
2480Our Landmen will stand vp.
¶
Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.
24852 Hearke.
¶3 Vnder the earth.
¶3 No.
¶2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
¶Now leaues him.
¶Do heare what we do?
¶Omnes. How now? how now? do you heare this?
2500Let's see how it will giue off.
¶
Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
¶Cleo. Sleepe a little.
2505Ant. No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
¶
Enter Eros.
¶Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
¶If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
¶Because we braue her. Come.
2510Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
¶What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
¶Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
2515Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
¶Eros. Briefely Sir.
¶Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
¶Ant. Rarely, rarely:
¶He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
¶Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
¶More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
2525A Workeman in't.
¶
Enter an Armed Soldier.
¶Good morrow to thee, welcome,
¶Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
2530And go too't with delight.
¶Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Showt.
¶
Trumpets Flourish.
¶
Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
2535Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
¶All. Good morrow Generall.
¶Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads.
¶This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
¶That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
¶Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
¶On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
2545Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
¶Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
Exeunt.
¶Cleo. Lead me:
¶He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might
2550Determine this great Warre in single fight;
¶Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Exeunt
¶
Trumpets sound._ Enter Anthony, and Eros.
¶Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
2555To make me fight at Land.
¶The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
¶That has this morning left thee, would haue still
¶Followed thy heeles.
¶Eros. Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
¶Say I am none of thine.
¶Ant. Is he gone?
2570Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
¶To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue
Exit
2575
Flourish. _Enter Agrippa, Cæsar, with Enobarbus,
¶
and Dollabella.
¶Cæs. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
¶Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
¶Make it so knowne.
¶Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world
¶Shall beare the Oliue freely.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
2585Mes. Anthony is come into the Field.
¶Cæs. Go charge Agrippa,
¶Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
¶Vpon himselfe.
Exeunt.
2590Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewrij on
¶And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
2595That fell away, haue entertainment, but
¶No honourable trust: I haue done ill,
¶That I will ioy no more.
¶
Enter a Soldier of Cæsars.
2600Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony
¶Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
¶Vnloading of his Mules.
2605Eno. I giue it you.
¶Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus,
¶Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor
2610Continues still a Ioue.
Exit
¶Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
¶Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
¶My better seruice, when my turpitude
¶Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
2620My latter part of life.
Exit.
¶
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets._
¶
Enter Agrippa.
2625Exceeds what we expected.
Exit.
¶
Alarums.
¶
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
¶Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,
2630With clowts_about their heads.
Far off.
¶Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
¶But now 'tis made an H.
¶Ant. They do retyre.
¶
Enter Eros.
¶For a faire victory.
¶And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
¶'Tis sport to maul a Runner.
¶Ant. I will reward thee
¶Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
2645For thy good valour. Come thee on.
¶
Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March.
¶Scarrus, with others.
¶Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
2650Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
¶That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,
¶For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
2655Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
¶Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
¶Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares
¶The Honour'd-gashes whole.
2660
Enter Cleopatra.
¶Giue me thy hand,
¶To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
¶Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
¶Ride on the pants triumphing.
¶Cleo. Lord of Lords.
¶The worlds great snare vncaught.
2670Ant. Mine Nightingale,
¶We haue beate them to their Beds.
¶What Gyrle, though gray
¶Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
¶A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can
2675Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
¶Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
¶As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had
2680Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend
¶An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
¶Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
¶Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
2685Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
¶Had our great Pallace the capacity
¶And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate
¶Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters
2690With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare,
¶Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
¶Applauding our approach.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.
2695Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre,
¶We must returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night
¶By'th'second houre i'th'Morne.
¶2 What man is this?
¶When men reuolted shall vpon Record
2705Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did
¶Before thy face repent.
¶Cent. Enobarbus?
¶2 Peace: Hearke further.
¶That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
¶May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
¶Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
2715And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,
¶Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
¶Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
¶But let the world ranke me in Register
¶A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:
2720Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
¶May concerne Cæsar.
¶Was neuer yet for sleepe.
¶1 Go we to him.
2730Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.
¶
Drummes afarre off._
¶Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers:
¶Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:
¶Our houre is fully out.
¶
Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army.
¶Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
¶We please them not by Land.
¶Scar. For both, my Lord.
2740Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th'Fire, or i'th'Ayre,
¶Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote
¶Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty
¶Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen,
¶They haue put forth the Hauen:
¶And looke on their endeuour.
exeunt
¶
Enter Cæsar, and his Army.
2750Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
¶And hold our best aduantage.
exeunt.
¶
Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight.
¶
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus.
¶Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd:
¶Ile bring thee word straight, how 'ris like to go.
exit.
¶Scar. Swallowes haue built
¶In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries
¶Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,
2760And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony,
¶Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts
¶His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare
¶Of what he has, and has not.
¶
Enter Anthony.
¶This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me:
¶My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder
¶Like Friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
¶Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:
¶For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
¶I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
2775Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere
¶Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts
¶That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
2780That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
¶Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,
¶Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:
¶What Eros, Eros?
¶
Enter Cleopatra.
¶Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt.
2795For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let
¶Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp
¶With her prepared nailes.
exit Cleopatra.
¶'Tis well th'art gone,
¶If it be well to liue. But better 'twere
2800Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death
¶Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa?
¶Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage.
¶Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th'Moone,
¶Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa?
exit.
¶
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.
2810Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad
¶And send him word you are dead:
2815The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
¶Cleo. To'th'Monument:
2820And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian,
¶And bring me how he takes my death to'th'Monument.
¶
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Anthony, and Eros.
2825Eros. I Noble Lord.
¶A vapour sometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,
¶A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,
¶A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie
2830With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,
¶And mocke our eyes with Ayre.
¶They are blacke Vespers Pageants.
¶Eros. I my Lord.
¶As water is in water.
¶Eros. It does my Lord.
¶Ant. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is
2840Euen such a body: Heere I am Anthony,
¶I made these warres for Egypt, and the Queene,
¶Which whil'st it was mine, had annext vntoo't
¶Vnto an Enemies triumph.
¶Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs
2850
Enter Mardian.
¶Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword.
¶Mar. No Anthony,
¶My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
¶With thine intirely.
¶And shall dye the death.
2860Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony.
¶Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake
¶The name of Anthony: it was diuided
¶Betweene her heart, and lips: she rendred life
¶Thy name so buried in her.
2865Ant. Dead then?
¶Mar. Dead.
¶Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,
¶Does pay thy labour richly: Go.
exit Mardian.
2870Off, plucke off,
¶The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides.
¶Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent,
¶Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace;
2875No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go,
¶You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile.
exit Eros
¶I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and
¶Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now
¶All length is Torture: since the Torch is out,
2880Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour
¶Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles
¶Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,
¶Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,
¶Dido, and her Aeneas shall want Troopes,
¶And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.
¶
Enter Eros.
¶Eros. What would my Lord?
2890Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed,
¶Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe
¶With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke
¶That when the exigent should come, which now
¶That on my command, thou then would'st kill me.
¶Eros. The Gods with-hold me,
2905Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
¶(Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not.
¶Ant. Eros,
¶Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
2910His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de
¶Of Fortunate Cæsar drawne before him, branded
2920To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,
¶Or thy precedent Seruices are all
¶But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
¶Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance,
¶Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes.
2925Ant. Loe thee.
¶Ant. Then let it do at once
¶The thing why thou hast drawne it.
2930My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me say
2935Eros. Why there then:
¶Thou teachest me: Oh valiant Eros, what
2940Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me
¶A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't
¶As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,
¶Thy Master dies thy Scholler; to do thus
2945I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?
¶The Guard, how? Oh dispatch me.
¶
Enter a Guard.
¶Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends:
2950Oh make an end of what I haue begun.
¶2 The Starre is falne.
¶1 And time is at his Period.
¶All. Alas, and woe.
29551 Not I.
¶2 Nor I.
¶Dercetus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
2960Shall enter me with him.
¶
Enter Diomedes.
¶Dio. Where's Anthony?
¶Decre. There Diomed there.
2965Ant. Art thou there Diomed?
¶Draw thy sword, and giue mee,
¶Diom. Now my Lord.
¶Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
2980I dread, too late.
¶Ant. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee.
¶Dio. What hoa: the Emperors Guard,
¶The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.
¶
Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony.
2985Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,
¶All your true Followers out.
¶To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome
¶Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,
¶I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
2995And haue my thankes for all.
Exit bearing Anthony
¶
Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with
¶Charmian & Iras.
¶Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence.
¶Char. Be comforted deere Madam.
3000Cleo. No, I will not:
¶All strange and terrible euents are welcome,
¶As that which makes it.
3005
Enter Diomed.
¶How now? is he dead?
¶Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead.
¶Looke out o'th other side your Monument,
¶His Guard haue brought him thither.
3010
Enter Anthony, and the Guard.
¶Cleo. Oh Sunne,
¶The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony
¶Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends
3015Below, let's draw him hither.
¶Ant. Peace,
¶Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,
¶But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
3020That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,
¶But woe 'tis so.
¶Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely
¶I heere importune death a-while, vntill
3025I lay vpon thy lippes.
¶Cleo. I dare not Deere,
¶Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,
3030Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
¶Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,
¶Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,
3035Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:
¶Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone.
¶How heauy weighes my Lord?
¶That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
¶Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,
3045
They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
¶And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,
¶Thus would I weare them out.
3050Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying.
¶Prouok'd by my offence.
¶Cleo. They do not go together.
¶Ant. Gentle heare me,
¶None about Cæsar.
¶In feeding them with those my former Fortunes
3065Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world,
¶Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
¶My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman
¶Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,
3070I can no more.
¶In this dull world, which in thy absence is
¶No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:
3075The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?
¶Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,
¶The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles
¶Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,
¶And there is nothing left remarkeable
3080Beneath the visiting Moone.
¶Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne.
¶Char. Lady.
¶Iras. Madam.
3085Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam.
¶Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
¶Cleo. No more but in a Woman, and commanded
3090And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me,
¶To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,
¶To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,
¶Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught:
3095Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne,
¶Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women?
¶What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian?
¶My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke
¶Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble,
¶Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion,
¶And make death proud to take vs. Come, away,
¶This case of that huge Spirit now is cold.
3105Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend
¶
Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body._
¶
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with
¶his Counsell of Warre.
3110Cæsar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld,
¶He mockes the pawses that he makes.
¶
Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.
¶Appeare thus to vs?
¶Dec. I am call'd Decretas,
3120He was my Master, and I wore my life
¶To take me to thee, as I was to him,
¶A greater cracke. The round World
¶And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony
3130Is not a single doome, in the name lay
¶A moity of the world.
¶Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-hand
3135Which writ his Honor 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
¶With his most Noble blood.
¶The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings
¶To wash the eyes of Kings.
¶That Nature must compell vs to lament
¶Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.
¶Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs
¶Some faults to make vs men. Cæsar is touch'd.
¶Cæsar. Oh Anthony,
¶I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch
¶Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,
¶In the whole world. But yet let me lament
¶With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,
¶That thou my Brother, my Competitor,
3160In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,
¶Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
¶The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart
¶Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres
3165Heare me good Friends,
¶Wee'l heare him what he sayes.
¶
Enter an Ægyptian.
3170Whence are you?
¶Confin'd in all, she has her Monument
3175To'th'way shee's forc'd too.
¶Cæsar. Bid her haue good heart,
¶How honourable, and how kindely Wee
¶Determine for her. For Cæsar cannot leaue to be vngentle
3185She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,
¶Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,
¶And how you finde of her.
¶cond Proculeius?
¶All. Dolabella.
¶Cæs. Let him alone: for I remember now
¶How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.
¶How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,
¶How calme and gentle I proceeded still
¶In all my Writings. Go with me, and see
¶What I can shew in this.
Exeunt.
3200
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?
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.