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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Randall Martin

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

    Copyright Randall Martin. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)

    Anthony and Cleopatra. 349
    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,
    Dost thou hold there still?
    Mes. Should I lye Madame?
    1145Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst:
    So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made
    A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,
    Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me,
    Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married?
    1150Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon.
    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.
    1155Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee,
    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.
    1160Char. Good your Highnesse patience.
    Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar.
    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-
    pet: at another Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Me-
    cenas, Agrippa, Menas with Souldiers Marching.
    Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:
    And we shall talke before we fight.
    1180Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,
    And therefore haue we
    Our written purposes before vs sent,
    Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,
    If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,
    1185And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,
    That else must perish heere.
    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,
    Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,
    Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,
    There saw you labouring for him. What was't
    That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
    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

    To scourge th'ingratitude, that despightfull Rome
    Cast on my Noble Father.
    Caesar. Take your time.
    Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.
    1205Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st
    How much we do o're-count thee.
    Pom. At Land indeed
    Thou dost orecount me of my Fatherrs house:
    But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,
    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.
    Caesar. There's the point.
    1215Ant. Which do not be entreated too,
    But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd
    Caesar. 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,
    Put me to some impatience: though I loose
    The praise of it by telling. You must know
    1230When Caesar 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,
    Ant. The beds i'th'East are soft, and thanks to you,
    That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:
    1240For I haue gained by't.
    Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you.
    Pom. Well, I know not,
    What counts harsh Fotune cast's vpon my face,
    But in my bosome shall she neuer come,
    1245To make my heart her vassaile.
    Lep. Well met heere.
    Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:
    I craue our composion may be written
    And seal'd betweene vs,
    1250Caesar. That's the next to do.
    Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's
    Draw lots who shall begin.
    Ant. That will I Pompey.
    Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,
    1255your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue
    heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there.
    Anth. You haue heard much.
    Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.
    Ant. And faire words to them.
    1260Pom. Then so much haue I heard,
    And I haue heard Appolodorus carried---
    Eno. No more that: he did so.
    Pom. What I pray you?
    Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris.
    1265Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?
    Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue
    Foure
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