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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)
  • Editor: Randall Martin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)

    Enter Demetrius and Philo.
    Nay, but this dotage of our general's
    5O'er-flows the measure. Those his goodly eyes,
    That o'er the files and musters of the war
    Have glowed like plated Mars now bend, now turn
    The office and devotion of their view
    10Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart,
    Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
    The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
    And is become the bellows and the fan
    To cool a gypsy's lust.
    Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her ladies [Charmian and Iras, Mardian and] the train, with eunuchs fanning her.
    Look where they come.
    Take but good note, and you shall see in him
    The triple pillar of the world transformed
    20Into a strumpet's fool. Behold and see.
    If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
    There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
    I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
    Then must thou needs find out new heaven, 25new earth.
    Enter a Messenger.
    News, my good lord, from Rome.
    Grates me; the sum.
    Nay, hear them, Antony.
    30Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows
    If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
    His powerful mandate to you: "Do this, or this;
    Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
    Perform't, or else we damn thee."
    How, my love?
    Perchance? Nay, and most like.
    You must not stay here longer. Your dismission
    Is come from Caesar. Therefore hear it, Antony.
    Where's Fulvia's process?--Caesar's, I would say. Both?
    40Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
    Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine
    Is Caesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays shame
    When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
    Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
    45Of the ranged empire fall. Here is my space.
    Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike
    Feeds beast as man. The nobleness of life
    Is to do thus [embracing Cleopatra], when such a mutual pair
    And such a twain can do't--in which I bind,
    50On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
    We stand up peerless.
    Excellent falsehood!
    Why did he marry Fulvia and not love her?
    I'll seem the fool I am not. Antony
    Will be himself.
    But stirred by Cleopatra.
    Now for the love of Love and her soft hours,
    Let's not confound the time with conference harsh.
    There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
    Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
    Hear the ambassadors.
    Fie, wrangling queen
    Whom everything becomes--to chide, to laugh,
    To weep. How every passion fully strives
    To make itself in thee fair and admired.
    65No messenger but thine; and all alone,
    Tonight we'll wander through the streets and note
    The qualities of people. Come, my queen,
    Last night you did desire it. [To the Messenger] Speak not to us.
    Exeunt [Antony and Cleopatra] with [Charmian, Iras, Mardian, eunuchs and] the train, [and the Messenger by another door], [Philo and Demetrius remain].
    Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
    Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony
    He comes too short of that great property
    Which still should go with Antony.
    I am full sorry,
    That he approves the common 75liar who
    Thus speaks of him at Rome. But I will hope
    Of better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy.
    Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius a Soothsayer, Rannius, Lucillius [by one door, and by another door] Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas.
    Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to th'queen? Oh, that I knew this husband which you say must change his horns with garlands!
    [Coming towards them.] Your will?
    Is this the man? [To the Soothsayer] Is't you, sir, that know things?
    In Nature's infinite book of secrecy,
    A little I can read.
    [To Charmian] Show him your hand.
    Enobarbus[Calling] Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
    Cleopatra's health to drink!
    [Enter Servants with food and wine, and exeunt.]
    Good sir, give me good fortune.
    I make not, but foresee.
    Pray then, foresee me one.
    You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
    He means in flesh.
    No, you shall paint when you are old.
    Wrinkles forbid!
    Vex not his prescience, be attentive.
    You shall be more beloving than beloved.
    I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
    Nay, hear him.
    Good now, some excellent fortune. Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all. Let me have a child at fifty to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage. Find me to marry me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
    You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
    Oh excellent! I love long life better than figs.
    You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
    Than that which is to approach.
    Then belike my children shall have no names. 115Prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
    If every of your wishes had a womb,
    And fertile every wish, a million.
    Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
    You think none but your sheets are privy to 120your wishes.
    Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
    We'll know all our fortunes.
    Mine, and most of our fortunes tonight, shall be drunk to bed.
    [Showing her hand to the Soothsayer] There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
    E'en as the o'er-flowing Nilus presageth famine.
    Go, you wild bedfellow! You cannot soothsay.
    Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog130nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. [To Soothsayer] Prithee, tell her but a workaday fortune.
    Your fortunes are alike.
    But how, but how? Give me particulars.
    I have said.
    Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
    Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?
    Not in my husband's nose.
    Our worser thoughts Heavens mend! 140Alexas--come, his fortune, his fortune! Oh let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him a worse, and let worse follow worse till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold. Good Isis, hear me this 145prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight. Good Isis, I beseech thee.
    Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a 150foul knave uncuckolded. Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly.
    Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but 155they'd do't.
    Enter Cleopatra.
    Hush, here comes Antony.
    Not he--the Queen.
    Saw you my lord?
    No, lady.
    Was he not here?
    No, madam.
    He was disposed to mirth, but on the sudden
    A Roman thought hath struck him. 165Enobarbus?
    Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
    Here at your service.--My lord approaches.
    170Enter Antony, with a Messenger.
    We will not look upon him. Go with us.
    Exeunt [all but Antony and the Messenger].
    Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
    Against my brother Lucius?
    But soon that war had end, and the time's state
    Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Caesar,
    Whose better issue in the war from Italy
    180Upon the first encounter drave them.
    Well, what worst?
    The nature of bad news infects the teller.
    When it concerns the fool or coward. On.
    Things that are past are done. With me 'tis thus:
    185Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
    I hear him as he flattered.
    Labienus--this is stiff news--
    Hath with his Parthian force extended Asia.
    From Euphrates his conquering 190banner shook,
    From Syria to Lydia, and to Ionia, whilst--
    Antony, thou wouldst say.
    Oh, my Lord.
    Speak to me home. 195Mince not the general tongue,
    Name Cleopatra as she is called in Rome,
    Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase and taunt my faults
    With such full licence as both truth and malice
    Have power to utter. Oh, then we bring forth weeds
    200When our quick winds lie still and our ills told us
    Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
    At your noble pleasure.
    Exit Messenger.
    Enter [a Second] Messenger.
    From Sicyon how the news? Speak there.
    205Second Messenger
    The man from Sicyon--
    Is there such an one?
    Second Messenger
    He stays upon your will.
    Let him appear.
    [Exit Second Messenger].
    These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
    210Or lose my self in dotage.
    Enter [Third] Messenger with a letter.
    What are you?
    Third Messenger
    Fulvia thy wife is dead.
    Where died she?
    215Third Messenger
    In Sicyon.
    Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
    Importeth thee to know, [Handing him a letter] this bears.
    Forbear me.
    [Exit Third Messenger].
    There's a great spirit gone. Thus did I desire it.
    220What our contempts doth often hurl from us,
    We wish it ours again. The present pleasure,
    By revolution lowering, does become
    The opposite of itself. She's good, being gone;
    The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
    225I must from this enchanting queen break off.
    Ten thousand harms more than the ills I know
    My idleness doth hatch. [Calling] How now, Enobarbus!
    Enter Enobarbus.
    What's your pleasure, sir?
    I must with haste from hence.
    Why, then we kill all our women. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
    I must be gone.
    Under a compelling occasion, let women die. It were pity to cast them away for nothing, though between them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noise of this, 240dies instantly. I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
    She is cunning past man's thought.
    Alack, sir, no. Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears: they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report. This cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain 250as well as Jove.
    Would I had never seen her.
    Oh sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel.
    Fulvia is dead.
    Fulvia is dead.
    Why sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth--comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more 265women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented. This grief is crowned with consolation: your old smock brings forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water (269" />this sorrow.
    The business she hath broachèd in the state
    Cannot endure my absence.
    And the business you have broached here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
    No more light answers. Let our officers
    Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
    The cause of our expedience to the queen,
    And get her leave to part. For not alone
    280The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
    Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too
    Of many our contriving friends in Rome
    Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
    Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
    285The empire of the sea. Our slippery people,
    Whose love is never linked to the deserver
    Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
    Pompey the Great and all his dignities
    Upon his son, who high in name and power--
    290Higher than both in blood and life--stands up
    For the main soldier; whose quality going on
    The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,
    Which like the courser's hair hath yet but life
    And not a serpent's poison. Say our pleasure,
    295To such whose place is under us, requires
    Our quick remove from hence.
    I shall do't.
    [Exeunt at different doors.]
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
    Where is he?
    I did not see him since.
    [To Alexas] See where he is, who's with him, what he does;
    I did not send you. If you find him sad,
    Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
    305That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return.
    [Exit Alexas].
    Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,
    You do not hold the method to enforce
    The like from him.
    What should I do I do not?
    In each thing give him way; cross him in nothing.
    Thou teachest like a fool the way to lose him.
    Tempt him not so too far. I wish, forbear.
    In time we hate that which we often fear.
    Enter Antony.
    315But here comes Antony.
    I am sick, and sullen.
    I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.
    Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall.
    It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
    320Will not sustain it.
    Now my dearest queen--
    Pray you stand farther from me.
    What's the matter?
    I know by that same eye there's some good news.
    325What, says the married woman you may go?
    Would she had never giv'n you leave to come.
    Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here.
    I have no power upon you. Hers you are.
    The gods best know--
    Oh never was there queen
    So mightily betrayed; yet at the first
    I saw the treasons planted.
    Why should I think you can be mine, and true--
    335Though you in swearing shake the thronèd gods--
    Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
    To be entangled with those mouth-made vows
    Which break themselves in swearing.
    Most sweet queen--
    Nay, pray you seek no color for your going,
    But bid farewell and go. When you sued staying,
    Then was the time for words, no going then.
    345Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
    Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor
    But was a race of heaven. They are so still,
    Or thou the greatest soldier of the world
    Art turned the greatest liar.
    How now, lady?
    I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know
    There were a heart in Egypt.
    Hear me, queen:
    The strong necessity of time commands
    355Our services awhile, but my full heart
    Remains in use with you. Our Italy
    Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius
    Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;
    Equality of two domestic powers
    360Breed scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength,
    Are newly grown to love; the condemned Pompey,
    Rich in his father's honor, creeps apace
    Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
    Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
    365And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
    By any desperate change. My more particular,
    And that which most with you should safe my going,
    Is Fulvia's death.
    Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
    370It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?
    She's dead, my queen. [He shows her letters].
    Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
    The garboils she awaked. At the last, best:
    See when and where she died.
    Oh most false love!
    Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
    With sorrowful water? Now I see--I see,
    In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
    Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
    380The purposes I bear, which are or cease
    As you shall give th'advice. By the fire
    That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
    Thy soldier-servant, making peace or war
    As thou affects.
    Cut my lace, Charmian, come.
    But let it be; I am quickly ill and well,
    So Antony loves.
    My precious Queen, forbear,
    And give true evidence to his love, which stands
    390An honorable trial.
    So Fulvia told me.
    I prithee, turn aside, and weep for her,
    Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
    Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene
    395Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
    Like perfect honor.
    You'll heat my blood. No more!
    You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
    Now by my sword--
    And target. Still he mends.
    But this is not the best. Look, prithee Charmian,
    How this Herculean Roman does become
    The carriage of his chafe.
    I'll leave you, lady.
    Courteous lord, one word:
    Sir, you and I must part--but that's not it;
    Sir, you and I have loved--but there's not it;
    That you know well. Something it is I would--
    Oh, my oblivion is a very Antony,
    410And I am all forgotten.
    But that your royalty
    Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
    For idleness itself.
    'Tis sweating labor,
    415To bear such idleness so near the heart
    As Cleopatra this. But sir, forgive me,
    Since my becomings kill me when they do not
    Eye well to you. Your honor calls you hence.
    Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
    420And all the gods go with you. Upon your sword
    Sit laurel victory, and smooth success
    Be strewed before your feet.
    Let us go. Come,
    Our separation so abides and flies
    425That thou, residing here, goes yet with me;
    And I hence fleeting here remain with thee.
    Enter Octavius [Caesar] reading a letter, Lepidus, and their train.
    You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
    It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
    One great competitor. From Alexandria
    This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
    The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike
    435Than Cleopatra, nor the Queen of Ptolemy
    More womanly than he; hardly gave audience
    Or vouchsafed to think he had partners. You shall
    Find there a man who is the abstract of all faults
    That all men follow.
    I must not think there are
    Evils enough to darken all his goodness.
    His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
    More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary
    Rather than purchased; what he cannot change
    445Than what he chooses.
    You are too indulgent. Let's grant it is not
    Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,
    To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit
    And keep the turn of tippling with a slave,
    450To reel the streets at noon and stand the buffet
    With knaves that smells of sweat. Say this becomes him--
    As his composure must be rare indeed
    Whom these things cannot blemish--yet must Anthony
    No way excuse his foils when we do bear
    455So great weight in his lightness. If he filled
    His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
    Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones
    Call on him for't. But to confound such time
    That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud
    460As his own state and ours, 'tis to be chid
    As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge,
    Pawn their experience to their present pleasure
    And so rebel to judgment.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Here's more news.
    Thy biddings have been done, and every hour,
    Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
    How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea
    And it appears he is beloved of those
    470That only have feared Caesar. To the ports
    The discontents repair, and men's reports
    Give him much wronged.
    [Exit Messenger.]
    I should have known no less.
    It hath been taught us from the primal state
    475That he which is was wished until he were;
    And the ebbed man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
    Comes feared by being lacked. This common body,
    Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
    480Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide
    To rot itself with motion.
    Enter Second Messenger.
    Second Messenger
    Caesar, I bring thee word
    Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
    Makes the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
    485With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads
    They make in Italy; the borders maritime
    Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt.
    No vessel can peep forth but 'tis as soon
    Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
    490Than could his war resisted.
    Exit Second Messenger.
    Leave thy lascivious vassals. When thou once
    Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
    Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
    495Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,
    Though daintily brought up, with patience more
    Then savages could suffer. Thou didst drink
    The stale of horses and the gilded puddle
    Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign
    500The roughest berry on the rudest hedge.
    Yea, like the stag when snow the pasture sheets,
    The barks of trees thou browsed. On the Alps,
    It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
    Which some did die to look on. And all this--
    505It wounds thine honor that I speak it now--
    Was borne so like a soldier that thy cheek
    So much as lanked not.
    'Tis pity of him.
    Let his shames quickly 510drive him to Rome.
    'Tis time we twain did show ourselves i'th'field;
    And to that end assemble we immediate counsel.
    Pompey thrives in our idleness.
    Tomorrow, Caesar,
    515I shall be furnished to inform you rightly
    Both what by sea and land I can be able
    To front this present time.
    Till which encounter,
    It is my business too. Farewell.
    Farewell, my lord.
    What you shall know meantime 520of stirs abroad,
    I shall beseech you, sir, to let me be partaker.
    Doubt not sir. I knew it for my bond.
    Exeunt [by different doors].
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
    Ha, ha. Give me to drink mandragora.
    Why, madam?
    That I might sleep out this great gap of time
    My Antony is away.
    You think of him too much.
    Oh, 'tis treason.
    Madam, I trust not so.
    Thou eunuch, Mardian!
    What's your highness' pleasure?
    Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure
    In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee
    That being unseminared, thy freer thoughts
    May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
    Yes, gracious madam.
    Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothing
    But what indeed is honest to be done;
    Yet have I fierce affections, and think
    What Venus did with Mars.
    Oh, Charmian,
    Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
    Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?
    Oh, happy horse to bear the weight of Antony!
    Do bravely, horse, for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?
    550The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
    And burgonet of men. He's speaking now
    Or murmuring, "Where's my serpent of old Nile?"
    For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
    With most delicious poison. Think on me
    555That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
    And wrinkled deep in time. Broad-fronted Caesar,
    When thou wast here above the ground, I was
    A morsel for a monarch; and great Pompey
    Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow.
    560There would he anchor his aspect, and die
    With looking on his life.
    Enter Alexas from Antony.
    Sovereign of Egypt, hail.
    How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
    565Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath
    With his tinct gilded thee.
    How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
    Last thing he did, dear queen,
    He kissed--the last of many doubled kisses--
    570This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
    Mine ear must pluck it thence.
    "Good friend," quoth he,
    "Say the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
    This treasure of an oyster, at whose foot,
    575To mend the petty present, I will piece
    Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the East,
    Say thou, shall call her mistress." So he nodded,
    And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed
    Who neighed so high that what I would have spoke
    580Was beastly dumbed by him.
    What was he, sad or merry?
    Like to the time o'th'year between the extremes
    Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
    Oh well-divided disposition! Note him,
    585Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.
    He was not sad, for he would shine on those
    That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
    Which seemed to tell them his remembrance lay
    In Egypt with his joy, but between both.
    590Oh heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
    The violence of either thee becomes,
    So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
    Ay, madam, twenty several messengers.
    Why do you send so thick?
    Who's born that day
    When I forget to send to Antony
    Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
    Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
    Ever love Caesar so?
    Oh that brave Caesar!
    Be choked with such another emphasis.
    Say "the brave Antony."
    The "valiant Caesar."
    By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth
    If thou with Caesar paragon again
    605My man of men.
    By your most gracious pardon,
    I sing but after you.
    My salad days,
    When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
    610To say as I said then. But come, away,
    Get me ink and paper;
    He shall have every day a several greeting,
    Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
    Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in 615warlike manner.
    If the great gods be just, they shall assist
    The deeds of justest men.
    Know, worthy Pompey,
    That what they do delay, they not deny.
    Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decay's
    The thing we sue for.
    We, ignorant of ourselves,
    Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
    Deny us for our good; so find we profit
    625By losing of our prayers.
    I shall do well.
    The people love me and the sea is mine;
    My powers are crescent and my auguring hope
    Says it will come to'th'full. Mark Antony
    630In Egypt sits at dinner and will make
    No wars without doors; Caesar gets money where
    He loses hearts; Lepidus flatters both,
    Of both is flattered: but he neither loves,
    Nor either cares for him.
    Caesar and Lepidus are in the field,
    A mighty strength they carry.
    Where have you this? 'Tis false.
    From Silvius, sir.
    He dreams. I know they are in Rome together
    640Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
    Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
    Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both;
    Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
    Keep his brain fuming! Epicurean cooks,
    645Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
    That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
    Even till a Lethe'd dullness---
    Enter Varrius.
    How now, Varrius?
    This is most certain that I shall deliver:
    Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
    Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis
    A space for farther travel.
    I could have given less matter
    655A better ear. Menas, I did not think
    This amorous surfeiter would have donned his helm
    For such a petty war. His soldiership
    Is twice the other twain. But let us rear
    The higher our opinion, that our stirring
    660Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
    The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.
    I cannot hope
    Caesar and Antony shall well greet together.
    His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
    665His brother warred upon him, although (I think)
    Not moved by Antony.
    I know not, Menas,
    How lesser enmities may give way to greater
    Were't not that we stand up against them all.
    670'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves,
    For they have entertained cause enough
    To draw their swords; but how the fear of us
    May cement their divisions and bind up
    The petty difference, we yet not know.
    675Be't as our gods will have't; it only stands
    Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
    Come, Menas.
    Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.
    Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed
    680And shall become you well to entreat your captain
    To soft and gentle speech.
    I shall entreat him
    To answer like himself. If Caesar move him,
    Let Antony look over Caesar's head
    685And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
    Were I the wearer of Antonio's beard,
    I would not shave't today.
    'Tis not a time
    For private stomaching.
    Every time
    Serves for the matter that is then 690born in't.
    But small to greater matters must give way.
    Not if the small come first.
    Your speech is passion.
    But pray you stir no embers up. Here comes
    The noble Antony.
    695Enter Antony and Ventidius [at one door in conversation].
    And yonder Caesar.
    Enter Caesar, Maecenas, and Agrippa [at another door in conversation].
    If we compose well here, to Parthia.
    Hark, Ventidius.
    I do not know, Maecenas; ask Agrippa.
    Noble friends:
    That which combined us was most great, and let not
    A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
    May it be gently heard. When we debate
    705Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
    Murder in healing wounds. Then, noble partners,
    The rather for I earnestly beseech,
    Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
    Nor curstness grow to'th'matter.
    'Tis spoken well.
    Were we before our armies, and to fight,
    I should do thus. [Embracing Caesar]
    Welcome to Rome.
    Thank you.
    Sit, sir.
    Nay, then.
    [Caesar sits, then Antony.]
    I learn you take things ill which are not so,
    Or, being, concern you not.
    I must be laughed at
    If, or for nothing or a little,
    I should say myself offended, and with you
    Chiefly i'th'world. More laughed at that I should
    Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
    It not concerned me.
    My being in Egypt, Caesar, what was't to you?
    No more than my residing here 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.
    How intend you "practised"?
    You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
    By what did here befall me. Your wife and brother
    Made wars upon me, and their contestation
    Was theme for you. You were the word of war.
    You do mistake your business. My brother never
    Did urge me in his act. I did enquire it,
    And have my learning from some true reports
    That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
    Discredit my authority with yours,
    740And make the wars alike against my stomach,
    Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters
    Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel--
    As matter whole you have to make it with--
    It must not be with this.
    You praise yourself
    By laying defects of judgement to me;
    But you patched up your excuses.
    Not so, not so:
    I know you could not lack--I am certain on't--
    Very necessity of this thought, that I,
    750Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
    Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
    Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
    I would you had her spirit in such another;
    The third o'th'world is yours, which with a snaffle
    755You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
    Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women.
    So much uncurbable her garboils, Caesar--
    Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
    760Shrewdness of policy too--I grieving grant
    Did you too much disquiet. For that you must
    But say I could not help it.
    I wrote to you,
    When rioting in Alexandria you
    Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
    765Did gibe my missive out of audience.
    He fell upon 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 myself, which was as much
    770As to have asked him pardon. Let this fellow
    Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
    Out of our question wipe him.
    You have broken the article of your oath,
    Which you shall never have tongue to charge me with.
    Soft, Caesar.
    No, Lepidus, let him speak:
    The honor is sacred which he talks on now,
    Supposing that I lacked it. But on, Caesar:
    The article of my oath.
    To lend me arms and aid when I required them,
    The which you both denied.
    Neglected, rather;
    And then when poisoned hours had bound me up
    From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may
    785I'll play the penitent to you. But mine honesty
    Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
    Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
    To have me out of Egypt, made wars here
    For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
    790So far ask pardon as befits mine honor
    To stoop in such a case.
    'Tis noble spoken.
    If it might please you to enforce no further
    The griefs between ye. To forget them quite
    795Were to remember that the present need
    Speaks to atone you.
    Worthily spoken, Maecenas.
    Or if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may when you hear no more words of 800Pompey return it again. You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
    Thou art a soldier only; speak no more.
    That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.
    You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.
    Go to, then. Your considerate stone.
    I do not much dislike the matter but
    The manner of his speech. For't cannot be
    810We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
    So diff'ring in their acts. Yet if I knew
    What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge
    O'th'world I would pursue it.
    Give me leave, Caesar.
    Speak, Agrippa.
    Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
    Admired Octavia. Great Mark Antony
    Is now a widower.
    Say not so, Agrippa;
    If Cleopatra heard you, your proof
    Were well deserved of rashness.
    I am not married, Caesar. Let me hear
    Agrippa further speak.
    To hold you in perpetual amity,
    To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
    With an unslipping knot, take Antony
    825Octavia to his wife, whose beauty claims
    No worse a husband than the best of men,
    Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
    That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
    All little jealousies which now seem great
    830And all great fears which now import their dangers
    Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales,
    Where now half tales be truth's. Her love to both
    Would each to other, and all loves to both
    Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
    835For 'tis a studied not a present thought,
    By duty ruminated.
    Will Caesar speak?
    Not till he hears how Antony is touched
    With what is spoke already.
    What power is in Agrippa,
    If I would say "Agrippa, be it so"
    To make this good?
    The power of Caesar,
    And his power unto Octavia.
    May I never
    To this good purpose that so fairly shows
    Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand
    Further this act of grace, and from this hour
    The heart of brothers govern in our loves
    850And sway our great designs.
    There's my hand.
    [Caesar and Antony shake hands.]
    A sister I bequeath you whom no brother
    Did ever love so dearly. Let her live
    To join our kingdoms and our hearts, and never
    855Fly off our loves again.
    Happily, amen.
    I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey,
    For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
    Of late upon me. I must thank him only,
    860Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
    At heel of that, defy him.
    Time calls upon's.
    Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
    Or else he seeks out us.
    Where lies he?
    About the Mount Misena.
    What is his strength
    By land?
    Great and increasing, but by sea
    He is an absolute master.
    So is the fame.
    Would we had spoke together. Haste we for it.
    Yet ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
    The business we have talked of.
    With most gladness;
    875And do invite you to my sister's view,
    Whither straight I'll lead you.
    Let us, Lepidus,
    Not lack your company.
    Noble Antony,
    Not sickness should detain me.
    880Flourish. Exeunt all but Enobarbus, Agrippa, Maecenas.
    Welcome from Egypt, sir.
    Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Maecenas! My honorable friend Agrippa!
    Good Enobarbus!
    We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You stayed well by't in Egypt.
    Ay, sir, we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.
    Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there. Is this true?
    This was but as a fly by an eagle. We had much more monstrous matter of feast which worthily deserved noting.
    She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.
    When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart upon the river of Cydnus.
    There she appeared indeed, or my reporter de900vised well for her.
    I will tell you:
    The barge she sat in like a burnished throne
    Burned on the water. The poop was beaten gold,
    Purple the sails, and so perfumèd that
    905The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver,
    Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
    The water which they beat to follow faster,
    As amorous of their strokes. For her own person--
    910It beggared all description. She did lie
    In her pavilion, cloth of gold, of tissue,
    O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
    The fancy outwork nature. On each side her
    Stood pretty dimpled boys like smiling Cupids,
    915With divers-colored fans whose wind did seem
    To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
    And what they undid did.
    O rare for Antony!
    Her gentlewomen, like the Nereïdes,
    920So many mermaids, tended her i'th'eyes,
    And made their bends adornings. At the helm
    A seeming mermaid steers. The silken tackle
    Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands
    That yarely frame the office. From the barge
    925A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
    Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
    Her people out upon her; and Antony
    Enthroned i'th'marketplace did sit alone,
    Whistling to'th'air, which but for vacancy
    930Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
    And made a gap in nature.
    Rare Egyptian!
    Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
    Invited her to supper. She replied
    935It should be better he became her guest,
    Which she entreated. Our courteous Antony,
    Whom ne'er the word of 'no' woman heard speak,
    Being barbered ten times o'er goes to the feast;
    And for his ordinary, pays his heart
    940For what his eyes eat only.
    Royal wench!
    She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed;
    He ploughed her and she cropped.
    I saw her once
    945Hop forty paces through the public street;
    And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
    That she did make defect perfection,
    And breathless power breathe forth.
    Now Antony must leave her utterly.
    Never. He will not.
    Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
    Her infinite variety; other women cloy
    The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
    Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
    955Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
    Bless her when she is riggish.
    If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle
    The heart of Antony, Octavia is
    A blessèd lottery to him.
    Let us go.
    Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
    Whilst you abide here.
    Humbly, sir, I thank you.
    Enter Antony, Caesar, Octavia between them.
    The world and my great office will965sometimes
    Divide me from your bosom.
    All which time,
    Before the Gods my knee shall bow my prayers
    To them for you.
    Goodnight, sir. My Octavia,
    Read not my blemishes in the world's report.
    970I have not kept my square, but that to come
    Shall all be done by th'rule. Good night, dear lady.
    Good night, sir.
    [Exeunt Caesar and Octavia.]
    Enter Soothsayer.
    Now sirrah, you do wish yourself in Egypt?
    Would I had never come from thence, nor you
    If you can, your reason?
    SoothsayerI see
    It in my motion, have it not in my tongue.
    980But yet hie you to Egypt again.
    Say to me
    Whose fortunes shall rise higher: Caesar's or mine?
    Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side.
    Thy daemon, that thy spirit which keeps thee, is
    985Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
    Where Caesar's is not. But near him thy angel
    Becomes afeared, as being o'er-powered. Therefore
    Make space enough between you.
    Speak this no more.
    To none but thee; no more but when to thee.
    If thou dost play with him at any game,
    Thou art sure to lose. And of that natural luck,
    He beats thee 'gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickens
    When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit
    995Is all afraid to govern thee near him,
    But he away 'tis noble.
    Get thee gone.
    Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.
    He shall to Parthia.
    Exit [Soothsayer].
    Be it art or hap,
    1000He hath spoken true. The very dice obey him,
    And in our sports my better cunning faints
    Under his chance. If we draw lots he speeds;
    His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
    When it is all to naught; and his quails ever
    1005Beat mine, inhooped, at odds. I will to Egypt;
    And though I make this marriage for my peace,
    I'th'East my pleasure lies.
    Enter Ventidius.
    Oh, come Ventidius.
    You must to Parthia. Your commission's ready.
    1010Follow me, and receive't.
    Enter Lepidus, Maecenas, and Agrippa.
    Trouble yourselves no further. Pray you hasten
    Your generals after.
    Sir, Mark Antony
    Will e'en but kiss Octavia, 1015and we'll follow.
    Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
    Which will become you both, farewell.
    We shall,
    As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
    Before you, Lepidus.
    Your way is shorter:
    My purposes do draw me much about.
    You'll win two days upon me.
    Maecenas and Agrippa
    Sir, good success.
    Exeunt [Lepidus at one door, Maecenas and Agrippa at another door].
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
    Give me some music, music, moody food
    Of us that trade in love.
    Charmian, Iras, and Alexas
    The music, ho!
    Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
    Let it alone, let's to billiards. Come, Charmian.
    My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
    As well a woman with an eunuch played,
    As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
    As well as I can, madam.
    And when good will is showed, 1035though't come too short
    The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now.
    Give me mine angle, we'll to'th'river: there,
    My music playing far off, I will betray
    Tawny fine fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
    1040Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up,
    I'll think them every one an Antony,
    And say "ah ha! y'are caught!"
    'Twas merry when
    You wagered on your angling, when your diver
    Did hang a salt fish on his hook, 1045which he
    With fervency drew up.
    That time? Oh times!
    I laughed him out of patience, and that night
    I laughed him into patience, and next morn,
    Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
    1050Then put my 'tires and mantles on him whilst
    I wore his sword Phillipan.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Oh, from Italy!
    Ram thou the fruitful tidings in mine ears
    That long time have been barren.
    Madam, madam--
    Antonio's dead. If thou say so, villain,
    Thou kill'st thy mistress. But well and free,
    If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
    1060My bluest veins to kiss, a hand that kings
    Have lipped, and trembled kissing.
    First, madam, he is well.
    Why, there's more gold. But sirrah, mark, we use
    1065To say the dead are well. Bring it to that,
    The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
    Down thy ill-uttering throat.
    Good madam, hear me.
    Well, go to, I will.
    1070But there's no goodness in thy face if Antony
    Be free and healthful--so tart a favor
    To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
    Thou shouldst come like a Fury crowned with snakes,
    Not like a formal man.
    Wilt please you hear me?
    I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
    Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well;
    Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,
    I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
    1080Rich pearls upon thee.
    Madam, he's well.
    Well said.
    And friends with Caesar.
    Th'art an honest man.
    Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
    Make thee a fortune from me.
    But yet, madam--
    I do not like "but yet"; it does allay
    The good precedence. Fie upon "but yet'"!
    1090"But yet" is as a jailer to bring forth
    Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
    Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
    The good and bad together. He's friends with Caesar,
    In state of health, thou say'st, and, thou say'st, free.
    Free, madam, no. I made no such report.
    He's bound unto Octavia.
    For what good turn?
    For the best turn i'th'bed.
    I am pale, Charmian.
    Madam, he's married to Octavia.
    The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
    [She] strikes him.
    Good madam, patience!
    What say you?
    [She] strikes him.
    Horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes
    Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head,
    She hales him up and down.
    Thou shalt be whipped with wire, and stewed in brine,
    Smarting in ling'ring pickle.
    Gracious madam,
    I that do bring the news made not the match.
    Say 'tis not so. A province I will give thee,
    And make thy fortunes proud. The blow thou had'st
    Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage,
    1115And I will boot thee with what gift beside
    Thy modesty can beg.
    He's married, madam.
    Rogue, thou hast lived too long.
    [She draws] a knife.
    Nay then, I'll run! [He starts to run away].
    1120What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
    Good madam, keep yourself within yourself.
    The man is innocent.
    Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
    Melt Egypt into Nile! And kindly creatures
    1125Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again.
    Though I am mad, I will not bite him. Call!
    He is afeared to come.
    I will not hurt him. [Exit Charmian].
    These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
    1130A meaner than myself, since I myself
    Have given myself the cause.
    Enter the Messenger again [with Charmian].
    Come hither, sir.
    Though it be honest, it is never good
    To bring bad news. Give to a gracious message
    1135An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
    Themselves, when they be felt.
    I have done my duty.
    Is he married?
    I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
    1140If thou again say yes.
    He's married, madam.
    The Gods confound thee, dost thou hold there still?
    Should I lie, madam?
    Oh, I would thou didst,
    So half my Egypt were submerged and made
    A cistern for scaled snakes. Go, get thee hence.
    Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
    Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married?
    I crave your highness' pardon.
    He is married?
    Take no offence, that I would not offend you.
    To punish me for what you make me do
    Seems much unequal. He's married to Octavia.
    Oh, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
    That act not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence.
    The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
    Are all too dear for me. Lie they upon thy hand
    And be undone by 'em.
    [Exit Messenger.]
    Good your highness, patience.
    In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
    Many times, madam.
    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 Octavia. Her years,
    Her inclination--let him not leave out
    The color of her hair. Bring me word quickly.
    [Exit Alexas.]
    Let him for ever go. Let him not, Charmian!
    1170Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
    The other way's a Mars. [To Mardian] Bid you Alexas
    Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
    But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
    Flourish. Enter Pompey [and] Menas with soldiers marching at one door with drum and trumpet; at another Caesar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Maecenas, [and] Agrippa.
    Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
    And we shall talk before we fight.
    Most meet
    That first we come to words; and therefore have we
    Our written purposes before us sent,
    Which if thou hast considered, let us know
    If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword
    1185And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,
    That else must perish here.
    To you, all three,
    The senators alone of this great world,
    Chief factors for the gods: I do not know
    1190Wherefore my father should revengers want,
    Having a son and friends, since Julius Caesar
    Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted
    There saw you laboring for him. What was't
    That moved pale Cassius to conspire? And what
    1195Made all-honored, honest, Roman Brutus,
    With the armed rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
    To drench the Capitol, but that they would
    Have one man but a man? And that is it
    Hath made me rig my navy at whose burden
    1200The angered ocean foams, with which I meant
    To scourge th'ingratitude that despiteful Rome
    Cast on my noble father.
    Take your time.
    Thou can'st not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails.
    1205We'll speak with thee at sea. At land thou know'st
    How much we do o'er-count thee.
    At land indeed
    Thou dost o'ercount me of my father's house;
    But since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
    1210Remain in't as thou mayst.
    Be pleased to tell us--
    For this is from the present--how you take
    The offers we have sent you.
    There's the point.
    Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
    What it is worth embraced.
    And what may follow
    To try a larger fortune.
    You have made me offer
    Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
    1220Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
    Measures of wheat to Rome. This 'greed upon,
    To part with unhacked edges and bear back
    Our targes undinted.
    Caesar, Antony, and Lepidus
    That's our offer.
    Know then,
    I came before you here a man prepared
    To take this offer. But Mark Antony
    Put me to some impatience. Though I lose
    The praise of it by telling, you must know,
    1230When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
    Your mother came to Sicily and did find
    Her welcome friendly.
    I have heard it, Pompey,
    And am well studied for a liberal thanks
    1235Which I do owe you.
    Let me have your hand.
    [Pompey and Antony shake hands.]
    I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
    The beds i'th'East are soft; and thanks to you,
    That called me timelier than my purpose hither,
    1240For I have gained by't.
    [Caesar shakes hands with Pompey.]
    Since I saw you last,
    There's a change upon you.
    Well, I know not
    What counts harsh Fortune casts upon my face,
    But in my bosom shall she never come
    1245To make my heart her vassal.
    [Lepidus shakes hands with Pompey.]
    Well met, here.
    I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed.
    I crave our composition may be written
    And sealed between us.
    That's the next to do.
    We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let's
    Draw lots who shall begin.
    That will I, Pompey.
    No, Antony, take the lot. But first or last,
    1255Your fine Egyptian cookery shall have
    The fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
    Grew fat with feasting there.
    You have heard much.
    I have fair meanings, sir.
    And fair words to them.
    Then so much have I heard.
    And I have heard Apollodorus carried--
    No more of that. He did so.
    What, I pray you?
    A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
    I know thee now. How far'st thou, soldier?
    And well am like to do, for I perceive
    Four feasts are toward.
    Let me shake thy hand.
    I never hated thee; I have seen thee fight,
    1270When I have envied thy behavior.
    I never loved you much, but I ha' praised ye
    When you have well deserved ten times as much
    As I have said you did.
    Enjoy thy plainness,
    1275It nothing ill becomes thee.
    Aboard my galley, I invite you all.
    Will you lead, lords?
    Caesar, Antony, and Lepidus
    Show's the way, sir.
    Exeunt all but Enobarbus and Menas.
    Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.
    [To Enobarbus] You and I have known, sir.
    At sea, I think.
    We have, sir.
    You have done well by water.
    And you by land.
    I will praise any man that will praise me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
    Nor what I have done by water.
    Yes, something you can deny for your own 1290safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
    And you by land.
    There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas; if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.
    [They shake hands.]
    All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
    But there is never a fair woman has a true face.
    No slander: they steal hearts.
    We came hither to fight with you.
    For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
    If he do, sure he cannot weep't back again.
    You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark An1305tony here. Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
    Caesar's sister is called Octavia.
    True, sir. She was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
    But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.
    Pray ye, sir?
    'Tis true.
    Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
    If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.
    I think the policy of that purpose made more 1315in the marriage than the love of the parties.
    I think so too. But you shall find the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.
    Who would not have his wife so?
    Not he that himself is not so, which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again. Then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar, and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, 1325shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is. He married but his occasion here.
    And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.
    I shall take it, sir; we have used our throats in Egypt.
    Come, let's away.
    Music plays.
    Enter two or three Servants with a banquet.
    1335First Servant
    Here they'll be, man. Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already. The least wind i'th'world will blow them down.
    Second Servant
    Lepidus is high-colored.
    First Servant
    They have made him drink alms-drink.
    1340Second Servant
    As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out "No more", reconciles them to his entreaty and himself to'th'drink.
    First Servant
    But it raises the greatest war between him and his discretion.
    1345Second Servant
    Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship. I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service as a partisan I could not heave.
    First Servant
    To be called into a huge sphere and not to be seen to move in't are the holes where eyes should be, which 1350pitifully disaster the cheeks.
    A Sennet sounded.
    Enter Caesar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Maecenas, Enobarbus, [and] Menas, with other captains [and a Boy].
    Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o'th'Nile
    1355By certain scales i'th'pyramid; they know
    By th'height, the lowness, or the mean if dearth
    Or foison follow. The higher Nilus swells,
    The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman
    Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
    1360And shortly comes to harvest.
    You've strange serpents there?
    Ay, Lepidus.
    Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun; so is your crocodile.
    They are so.
    Sit, and some wine. A health to Lepidus! [They drink.]
    I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
    Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in 1370till then.
    Nay certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things. Without contradiction I have heard that.
    [Aside to Pompey] Pompey, a word.
    [Aside to Menas] Say in mine ear what is't.
    [Aside to Pompey] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
    And hear me speak a word.
    [Aside to Menas] Forbear me till anon.
    [Aloud] This wine for Lepidus.
    [Menas] whispers in [Pompey's] ear.
    What manner o'thing is your crocodile?
    It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is just so high as it is, and moves with it own organs. It lives by that which nourisheth it, and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.
    What color is it of?
    Of it own color too.
    'Tis a strange serpent.
    'Tis so, and the tears of it are wet.
    [To Antony] Will this description satisfy him?
    [To Caesar] With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure.
    [Aside to Menas] Go hang sir, hang! Tell me of that? Away!
    Do as I bid you! [Aloud] Where's this cup I called for?
    Menas [Aside to Pompey]
    If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
    1395Rise from thy stool.
    Pompey [Aside to Menas]
    I think th'art mad.
    [Pompey and Menas stand apart.]
    The matter?
    I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
    Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
    [Aloud] Be jolly, lords.
    These quicksands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink.
    [Menas and Pompey speak aside.]
    Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
    What say'st thou?
    Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? 1405That's twice.
    How should that be?
    But entertain it,
    And though thou think me poor, I am the man
    Will give thee all the world.
    Hast thou drunk well?
    No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
    Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove:
    Whate'er the ocean pales or sky inclips
    Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
    Show me which way.
    These three world-sharers, these competitors
    Are in thy vessel. Let me cut the cable,
    And when we are put off, fall to their throats.
    All there is thine.
    Ah, this thou shouldst have done
    1420And not have spoke on't. In me, 'tis villainy;
    In thee't had been good service. Thou must know
    'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honor;
    Mine honor, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
    Hath so betrayed thine act. Being done unknown,
    1425I should have found it afterwards well done,
    But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
    [Pompey returns to the others.]
    For this, I'll never follow thy palled fortunes more.
    Who seeks and will not take when once 'tis offered
    1430Shall never find it more.
    This health to Lepidus.
    [To a servant] Bear him ashore.
    I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
    Here's to thee, Menas!
    Enobarbus, welcome.
    Fill till the cup be hid.
    [Pointing to the servant carrying off Lepidus] There's a strong fellow, Menas.
    A bears the third part of the world, man, seest 1440not?
    The third part, then, he is drunk. Would it were all,
    That it might go on wheels.
    Drink thou, increase the reels.
    This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
    It ripens towards it; strike the vessels, ho!
    Here's to Caesar!
    I could well forbear't:
    It's monstrous labor when I wash my brain
    And it grow fouler.
    Be a child o'th'time.
    Possess it, I'll make answer;
    But I had rather fast from all, four days,
    Than drink so much in one.
    [To Antony] Ha, my brave emperor,
    Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
    And celebrate our drink?
    Let's ha't, good soldier!
    Come, let's all take hands,
    Till that the conquering wine hath steeped our sense
    In soft and delicate Lethe.
    All take hands!
    1460Make battery to our ears with the loud music.
    The while I'll place you, then the boy shall sing.
    The holding every man shall beat as loud
    As his strong sides can volley.
    Music plays.
    Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
    1465The Song.
    Come thou monarch of the vine,
    Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
    In thy vats our cares be drowned,
    With thy grapes our hairs be crowned.
    1470Cup us till the world go round,
    Cup us till the world go round!
    What would you more? Pompey, goodnight. Good brother,
    Let me request you off: our graver business
    1475Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part.
    You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enobarb
    Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue
    Splits what it speaks. The wild disguise hath almost
    Anticked us all. What needs more words? Goodnight.
    1480Good Antony, your hand.
    I'll try you on the shore.
    And shall, sir. Give's your hand.
    Oh, Antony,
    You have my father's house. But what--we are friends!
    1485Come down into the boat.
    [Exeunt all but Enobarbus and Menas].
    Take heed you fall not.
    Menas, I'll not on shore.
    No, to my cabin; these drums,
    These trumpets, flutes--what,
    Let Neptune hear, we bid a loud farewell
    1490To these great fellows. Sound and be hanged, sound out!
    Sound a flourish with drums.
    Hoo, says a! There's my cap!
    [He throws his cap in the air].
    Hoa! Noble captain, come.
    Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph [with Silius, and other Roman Soldiers], the dead body of Paco1495rus borne before him.
    Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck, and now
    Pleased Fortune does of Marcus Crassus's death
    Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
    Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
    1500Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
    Noble Ventidius,
    Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
    The fugitive Parthians follow. Spur through Media,
    Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
    1505The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony
    Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and
    Put garlands on thy head.
    Oh Silius, Silius,
    I have done enough. A lower place, note well,
    1510May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius:
    Better to leave undone than by our deed
    Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away.
    Caesar and Antony have ever won
    More in their officer than person. Sossius--
    1515One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant--
    For quick accumulation of renown
    Which he achieved by th'minute, lost his favor.
    Who does i'th'wars more than his captain can
    Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
    1520The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss
    Than gain which darkens him.
    I could do more to do Antonius good,
    But 'twould offend him, and in his offence
    Should my performance perish.
    Thou hast, Ventidius,
    That without the which a soldier and his sword
    Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?
    I'll humbly signify what in his name,
    That magical word of war, we have effected:
    1530How with his banners and his well-paid ranks
    The ne'er-yet beaten horse of Parthia
    We have jaded out o'th'field.
    Where is he now?
    He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what haste
    1535The weight we must convey with's will permit,
    We shall appear before him.--On there, pass along!
    Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another.
    What, are the brothers parted?
    They have dispatched with Pompey: he is gone,
    The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
    To part from Rome; Caesar is sad, and Lepidus
    Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
    With the green-sickness.
    'Tis a noble Lepidus.
    A very fine one. Oh, how he loves Caesar!
    Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
    Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
    What's Antony--the God of Jupiter?
    Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil?
    Oh Antony, oh thou Arabian bird!
    Would you praise Caesar? Say "Caesar," go no further.
    Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
    But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony.
    1555Hoo! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets cannot
    Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number--hoo!--
    His love to Antony; but as for Caesar,
    Kneel down, kneel down and wonder.
    Both he loves.
    They are his shards and he their beetle.
    [Trumpet within]
    This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
    Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.
    Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.
    No further, sir.
    You take from me a great part of myself;
    Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife
    As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond
    Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
    1570Let not the piece of virtue which is set
    Betwixt us as the cement of our love
    To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
    The fortress of it; for better might we
    Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
    1575This be not cherished.
    Make me not offended
    In your distrust.
    I have said.
    You shall not find,
    Though you be therein curious, the least cause
    1580For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you,
    And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends.
    We will here part.
    Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well.
    The elements be kind to thee, and make
    1585Thy spirits all of comfort. Fare thee well.
    [Weeping] My noble brother!
    The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring,
    And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
    Sir, look well to my husband's house, and--
    What, Octavia?
    I'll tell you in your ear.
    [She whispers to Caesar.]
    Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
    Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's-down feather
    1595That stands upon the swell at the full of tide,
    And neither way inclines.
    [Aside to Agrippa] Will Caesar weep?
    [Aside to Enobarbus] He has a cloud in's face.
    [Aside to Agrippa] He were the worse for that were he a horse,
    1600So is he being a man.
    [Aside to Enobarbus] Why, Enobarbus,
    When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
    He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
    When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
    [Aside to Agrippa] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
    What willingly he did confound, he wailed,
    Believe't, till I weep too.
    No, sweet Octavia,
    You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
    1610Out-go my thinking on you.
    Come, sir, come,
    I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
    Look, here I have you [embracing Caesar]; thus I let you go,
    And give you to the gods.
    Adieu, be happy.
    Let all the number of the stars give light
    To thy fair way.
    Farewell, farewell.
    [He] kisses Octavia.
    Trumpets sound.
    Exeunt [Antony, Octavia and Enobarbus at one door, Caesar, Lepidus and Agrippa at another door].
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
    Where is the fellow?
    Half afeared to come.
    Go to, go to.
    Enter the Messenger as before.
    Come hither, sir.
    Good majesty,
    Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
    But when you are well pleased.
    That Herod's head,
    I'll have. But how, when Antony is gone
    Through whom I might command it?
    [To the Messenger] Come thou near.
    Most gracious majesty.
    Didst thou behold Octavia?
    Ay, dread Queen.
    Madam, in Rome
    I looked her in the face, and 1635saw her led
    Between her brother and Mark Antony.
    Is she as tall as me?
    She is not, madam.
    Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongued or low?
    Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.
    That's not so good. He cannot like her long.
    Like her? Oh, Isis, 'tis impossible!
    I think so, Charmian. Dull of tongue, and dwarfish;
    What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
    1645If e'er thou look'st on majesty.
    She creeps:
    Her motion and her station are as one.
    She shows a body rather than a life,
    A statue than a breather.
    Is this certain?
    Or I have no observance.
    Three in Egypt
    Cannot make better note.
    He's very knowing,
    I do perceive't. There's nothing in her yet.
    The fellow has good judgment.
    [To the Messenger] Guess at her years, I prithee.
    she was a widow.
    Widow? Charmian, hark.
    And I do think she's thirty.
    Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is't long or round?
    Round, even to faultiness.
    For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
    Her hair, what color?
    Brown, madam; and her forehead
    1665As low as she would wish it.
    There's gold for thee.
    Thou must not take my former sharpness ill.
    I will employ thee back again. I find thee
    Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready,
    1670Our letters are prepared.
    [Exit Messenger].
    A proper man.
    Indeed he is so. I repent me much
    That so I harried him. Why, methinks by him,
    This creature's no such thing.
    Nothing, madam.
    The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
    Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
    And serving you so long.
    I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian.
    But 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me
    Where I will write. All may be well enough.
    I warrant you, madam.
    Enter Antony and Octavia.
    Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that--
    That were excusable, that and thousands more
    Of semblable import--but he hath waged
    New wars 'gainst Pompey, made his will and read it
    To public ear, spoke scantly of me!
    1690When perforce he could not
    But pay me terms of honor, cold and sickly
    He vented then, most narrow measure lent me;
    When the best hint was given him, he not look't,
    Or did it from his teeth.
    Oh my good lord,
    Believe not all, or if you must believe,
    Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
    If this division chance, ne'er stood between
    Praying for both parts.
    1700The good gods will mock me presently
    When I shall pray "Oh bless my lord and husband,"
    Undo that prayer by crying out as loud
    "Oh bless my brother." Husband win, win brother,
    Prays and destroys the prayer; no midway
    1705'Twixt these extremes at all.
    Gentle Octavia,
    Let your best love draw to that point which seeks
    Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honor
    I lose myself; better I were not yours
    1710Than yours so branchless. But as you requested,
    Yourself shall go between's. The meantime, lady,
    I'll raise the preparation of a war
    Shall stain your brother. Make your soonest haste;
    So your desires are yours.
    Thanks to my lord.
    The Jove of power make me, most weak, most weak
    Your reconciler. Wars 'twixt you twain would be
    As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
    Should solder up the rift.
    When it appears to you where this begins,
    Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults
    Can never be so equal that your love
    Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
    Choose your own company, and command what cost
    1725Your heart has mind to.
    Enter Enobarbus and Eros, [meeting].
    How now, friend Eros?
    There's strange news come, sir.
    What, man?
    Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
    This is old. What is the success?
    Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action; and, not resting 1735here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
    Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
    And throw between them all the food thou hast,
    1740They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
    He's walking in the garden, thus, [imitating Antony] and spurns
    The rush that lies before him. Cries "Fool, Lepidus!",
    And threats the throat of that his officer
    That murdered Pompey.
    Our great navy's rigged.
    For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
    My Lord desires you presently. My news
    I might have told hereafter.
    'Twill be naught--
    But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
    Come, sir.
    Enter Agrippa, Maecenas, and Caesar.
    Contemning Rome, he's done all this and more
    In Alexandria. Here's the manner of't:
    I'th'market-place, on a tribunal silvered,
    1755Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
    Were publicly enthroned; at the feet sat
    Caesarion, whom they call my father's son,
    And all the unlawful issue that their lust
    Since then hath made between them. Unto her
    1760He gave the stablishment of Egypt, made her
    Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
    Absolute queen.
    This in the public eye?
    I'th'common showplace where they exercise.
    His sons hither proclaimed the kings of kings,
    1765Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
    He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assigned
    Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia. She
    In th'habiliments of the goddess Isis,
    That day appeared, and oft before gave audience--
    1770As 'tis reported--so.
    Let Rome be thus informed.
    Who, queasy with his insolence already,
    Will their good thoughts call from him.
    The people knows it, 1775and have now received
    His accusations.
    Who does he accuse?
    Caesar; and that, having in Sicily
    Sextus Pompeius spoiled, we had not rated him
    His part o'th'isle. Then does he say he lent me
    1780Some shipping unrestored. Lastly, he frets
    That Lepidus of the triumvirate
    Should be deposed, and being, that we detain
    All his revenue.
    Sir, this should be answered.
    'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
    1785I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel,
    That he his high authority abused
    And did deserve his change. For what I have conquered,
    I grant him part; but then in his Armenia,
    And other of his conquered kingdoms, I
    Demand the like.
    He'll never yield to that.
    Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
    Enter Octavia with her train.
    Hail, Caesar and my lord. Hail, most dear Caesar!
    That ever I should call thee cast-away.
    You have not called me so, nor have you cause.
    Why have you stolen upon us thus? You come not
    Like Caesar's sister. The wife of Antony
    Should have an army for an usher, and
    The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
    1800Long ere she did appear. The trees by th'way
    Should have borne men, and expectation fainted,
    Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust
    Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
    Raised by your populous troops. But you are come
    1805A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented
    The ostentation of our love, which left unshown
    Is often left unloved. We should have met you
    By sea and land, supplying every stage
    With an augmented greeting.
    Good my lord,
    To come thus was I not constrained, but did it
    On my free will. My lord Mark Antony,
    Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
    My grievèd ear withal, whereon I begged
    1815His pardon for return.
    Which soon he granted,
    Being an abstract 'tween his lust and him.
    Do not say so, my lord.
    I have eyes upon him,
    1820And his affairs come to me on the wind.
    Where is he now?
    My lord, in Athens.
    No, my most wronged sister, Cleopatra
    Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
    Up to a whore, who now are levying
    1825The kings o'th'earth for war. He hath assembled
    Bochus the King of Libya, Archelaus
    Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King
    Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adullas,
    King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
    1830Herod of Jewry, Mithridates King
    Of Comagene, Polemon and Amintas,
    The Kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
    With a more larger list of sceptres.
    Ay me, most wretched,
    1835That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
    That does afflict each other!
    Welcome hither:
    Your letters did withhold our breaking forth
    Till we perceived both how you were wrong-led
    And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
    1840Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
    O'er your content these strong necessities,
    But let determined things to destiny
    Hold unbewailed their way. Welcome to Rome,
    Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
    1845Beyond the mark of thought, and the high gods,
    To do you justice, makes his ministers
    Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort,
    And ever welcome to us.
    Welcome, lady.
    Welcome, dear madam.
    1850Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;
    Only th'adulterous Antony, most large
    In his abominations, turns you off,
    And gives his potent regiment to a trull
    That noises it against us.
    Is it so, sir?
    Most certain. Sister, welcome. Pray you
    Be ever known to patience. My dearest sister!
    Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.
    I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
    But why, why, why?
    Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
    And say'st it is not fit.
    Well, is it, is it?
    If not denounced against us, why should not 1865we
    Be there in person?
    [Aside] Well, I could reply:
    If we should serve with horse and mares together,
    The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
    A soldier and his horse.
    What is't you say?
    Your presence needs must puzzle Antony,
    Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time,
    What should not then be spared. He is already
    Traduced for levity, and 'tis said in Rome
    That Photinus, an eunuch, and your maids
    1875Manage this war.
    Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
    That speak against us! A charge we bear i'th'war,
    And as the president of my kingdom will
    Appear there for a man. Speak not against it,
    1880I will not stay behind.
    Nay, I have done.
    Enter Antony and Camidius.
    Here comes the emperor.
    Is it not strange, Camidius,
    That from Tarentum and Brundusium,
    1885He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea
    And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
    Celerity is never more admired
    Than by the negligent.
    A good rebuke,
    1890Which might have well becomed the best of men,
    To taunt at slackness. Camidius, we
    Will fight with him by sea.
    By sea, what else?
    Why will my lord do so?
    For that he dares us to't.
    So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
    Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia,
    Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers,
    Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off,
    1900And so should you.
    Your ships are not well manned.
    Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people
    Engrossed by swift impress. In Caesar's fleet
    Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought;
    1905Their ships are yare, yours heavy. No disgrace
    Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
    Being prepared for land.
    By sea, by sea!
    Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
    1910The absolute soldiership you have by land,
    Distract your army (which doth most consist
    Of war-marked footmen), leave unexecuted
    Your own renowned knowledge, quite forgo
    The way which promises assurance, and
    1915Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard
    From firm security.
    I'll fight at sea.
    I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
    Our over-plus of shipping will we burn,
    1920And with the rest full-manned, from th'head of Actium
    Beat th'approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
    We then can do't at land.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Thy business?
    The news is true, my lord, he is descried.
    1925Caesar has taken Toryne.
    Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible;
    Strange that his power should be. Camidius,
    Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
    And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship.
    1930Away, my Thetis.
    Enter [Scarrus] a Soldier.
    How now, worthy soldier?
    Oh, noble emperor, do not fight by sea.
    Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt
    1935This sword and these my wounds? Let th'Egyptians
    And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
    Have used to conquer standing on the earth
    And fighting foot to foot.
    Well, well, away.
    Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.
    By Hercules, I think I am i'th'right.
    Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows
    Not in the power on't. So our leader's led,
    And we are women's men.
    You keep by land
    The legions and the horse 1945whole, do you not?
    Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
    Publicola, and Caelius are for sea;
    But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
    Carries beyond belief.
    While he was yet in Rome,
    His power went out in such distractions
    As beguiled all spies.
    Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
    They say one Taurus.
    Well I know the man.
    Enter a Messenger.
    The emperor calls Camidius.
    With news the time's in labor,
    And throws forth each minute some.
    Enter Caesar [and Taurus], with his army, marching.
    My lord.
    Strike not by land, keep whole;
    Provoke not battle 1965till we have done at sea.
    [He gives Taurus a scroll.]
    Do not exceed the prescript of this scroll.
    Our fortune lies upon this jump.
    Exit [Caesar and his army at one door, and Taurus at another door].
    Enter Antony and Enobarbus.
    Set we our squadrons on yond side o'th'hill,
    1970In eye of Caesar's battle, from which place
    We may the number of the ships behold
    And so proceed accordingly.
    Camidius marcheth with his land army one way over the stage, and Taurus the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way. 1975After their going in is heard the noise of a sea-fight. Alarum.
    Enter Enobarbus.
    Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer.
    Th'Antoniad, the Egyptian Admiral,
    With all their sixty fly and turn the rudder!
    1980To see't mine eyes are blasted!
    Enter Scarrus.
    Gods and goddesses,
    All the whole synod of them!
    What's thy passion?
    The greater cantle of the world is lost
    1985With very ignorance. We have kissed away
    Kingdoms and provinces.
    How appears the fight?
    On our side, like the tokened pestilence,
    Where death is sure. Yon ribald nag of Egypt,
    1990Whom leprosy o'ertake, i'th'midst o'th'fight,
    When vantage like a pair of twins appeared
    Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
    The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
    Hoists sails and flies.
    That I beheld.
    Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
    Endure a further view.
    She once being luffed,
    The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
    2000Claps on his sea-wing, and like a doting mallard,
    Leaving the fight in height, flies after her.
    I never saw an action of such shame;
    Experience, manhood, honor, ne'er before
    Did violate so itself!
    Alack, alack.
    Enter Camidius.
    Our fortune on the sea is out of breath
    And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
    Been what he knew himself, it had gone well.
    2010Oh, he has given example for our flight
    Most grossly by his own.
    Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeed.
    Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
    'Tis easy to't, and there I will attend
    What further comes.
    To Caesar will I render
    My legions and my horse. Six kings already
    Show me the way of yielding.
    I'll yet follow
    The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
    Sits in the wind against me.
    Exeunt separately.
    Enter Antony with Attendants.
    Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't;
    2025It is ashamed to bear me. Friends, come hither.
    I am so lated in the world that I
    Have lost my way forever. I have a ship
    Laden with gold. Take that, divide it, fly,
    And make your peace with Caesar.
    2030All Attendants
    Fly? Not we.
    I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards
    To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone.
    I have myself resolved upon a course
    Which has no need of you. Be gone.
    2035My treasure's in the harbor. Take it. Oh,
    I followed that I blush to look upon.
    My very hairs do mutiny, for the white
    Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
    For fear and doting. Friends, be gone. You shall
    2040Have letters from me to some friends that will
    Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
    Nor make replies of loathness. Take the hint
    Which my despair proclaims. Let that be left
    Which leaves itself. To the seaside straightway!
    2045I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
    Leave me, I pray, a little--pray you now--
    Nay do so. For indeed I have lost command.
    Therefore I pray you--I'll see you by and by.
    [Exeunt Attendants. Antony] sits down.
    Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian, [Iras] and Eros.
    Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
    Do, most dear queen.
    Do. Why, what else?
    Let me sit down. O Juno!
    No, no, no, no, no.
    See you here, sir?
    Oh fie, fie, fie!
    Madam, oh, good empress.
    Sir, sir!
    Yes, my lord, yes. He at Philippi kept
    His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck
    The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
    That the mad Brutus ended. He alone
    Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
    2065In the brave squares of war. Yet now--no matter.
    Ah, stand by.
    The queen, my lord, the queen!
    Go to him, madam. Speak to him.
    He's unqualitied with very shame.
    Well then, sustain me. Oh!
    Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches.
    Her head's declined and death will seize her, but
    Your comfort makes the rescue.
    I have offended reputation,
    2075A most unnoble swerving.
    Sir, the queen.
    Oh, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See
    How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
    By looking back what I have left behind
    2080'Stroyed in dishonor.
    Oh my lord, my lord,
    Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
    You would have followed.
    Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
    2085My heart was to thy rudder tied by'th'strings,
    And thou should'st tow me after. O'er my spirit
    Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
    Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
    Command me.
    Oh, my pardon.
    Now I must
    To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
    And palter in the shifts of lowness, who
    With half the bulk o'th'world played as I pleased,
    2095Making and marring fortunes. You did know
    How much you were my conqueror, and that
    My sword, made weak by my affection, would
    Obey it on all cause.
    Pardon, pardon.
    Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
    All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss. [They kiss.]
    Even this repays me.
    [To an Attendant] We sent our schoolmaster; is a come back?
    [To Cleopatra] Love, I am full of lead. [Calling] Some wine,
    2105Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
    We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
    Enter Caesar, Agrippa, [Thidias] and Dolabella, with others.
    Let him appear that's come from Antony.
    Know you him?
    Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster.
    An argument that he is plucked, when hither
    He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
    Which had superfluous kings for messengers
    Not many moons gone by.
    2115Enter Ambassador from Antony.
    Approach, and speak.
    Such as I am, I come from Antony.
    I was of late as petty to his ends
    As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf
    2120To his grand sea.
    Be't so. Declare thine office.
    Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
    Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted
    He lessens his requests, and to thee sues
    2125To let him breathe between the heavens and earth
    A private man in Athens. This for him.
    Next: Cleopatra does confess thy greatness,
    Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
    The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
    2130Now hazarded to thy grace.
    For Antony,
    I have no ears to his request. The queen
    Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
    From Egypt drive her all-disgracèd friend
    2135Or take his life there. This if she perform
    She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
    Fortune pursue thee.
    Bring him through the bands.
    [Exit Ambassador, attended].
    [To Thidias] To try thy eloquence now 'tis time--dispatch.
    2140From Antony win Cleopatra. Promise--
    And in our name--what she requires. Add more--
    From thine invention--offers. Women are not
    In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
    The ne'er-touched vestal. Try thy cunning, Thidias.
    2145Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
    Will answer as a law.
    Caesar, I go.
    Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
    And what thou think'st his very action speaks
    2150In every power that moves.
    Caesar, I shall.
    Exeunt [Thidias at one door and Caesar, Agrippa, Dolabella and others at another door].
    Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
    What shall we do, Enobarbus?
    Think, and die.
    Is Antony or we in fault for this?
    Antony only, that would make his will
    Lord of his reason. What though you fled
    From that great face of war, whose several ranges
    Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
    2160The itch of his affection should not then
    Have nicked his captainship at such a point,
    When half to half the world opposed, he being
    The merèd question? 'Twas a shame no less
    Than was his loss to course your flying flags,
    2165And leave his navy gazing.
    Prithee, peace.
    Enter the Ambassador with Antony.
    Is that his answer?
    Ay, my lord.
    The queen shall then have courtesy,
    2170So she will yield us up.
    He says so.
    Let her know't.
    [To Cleopatra] To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
    And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
    With principalities.
    That head, my lord?
    [To the Ambassador] To him again. Tell him he wears the rose
    Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
    Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,
    May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail
    2180Under the service of a child as soon
    As i'th'command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
    To lay his gay comparisons apart,
    And answer me declined, sword against sword,
    Ourselves alone. I'll write it. Follow me.
    [Exeunt Antony and Ambassador.]
    [Aside] Yes, like enough: high-battled Caesar will
    Unstate his happiness, and be staged to'th'show
    Against a sworder. I see men's judgments are
    A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
    Do draw the inward quality after them
    2190To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
    Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
    Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
    His judgment too.
    Enter a Servant.
    A messenger from Caesar.
    What, no more ceremony? See, my women,
    Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
    That kneeled unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
    [Exit Servant.]
    [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
    2200The loyalty well-held to fools does make
    Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure
    To follow with allegiance a fallen lord
    Does conquer him that did his master conquer
    And earns a place i'th'story.
    2205Enter Thidias.
    Caesar's will?
    Hear it apart.
    None but friends; say boldly.
    So haply are they friends to Antony.
    He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,
    Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
    Will leap to be his friend; for us, you know
    Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesar's.
    So. [To Cleopatra]
    Thus then, thou most renowned: Caesar entreats
    2215Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
    Further than he is Caesar.
    Go on; right royal.
    He knows that you embrace not Antony
    As you did love, but as you feared him.
    The scars upon your honor, therefore, he
    Does pity as constrainèd blemishes,
    Not as deserved.
    He is a god, and knows
    2225What is most right. Mine honor was not yielded,
    But conquered merely.
    [Aside] To be sure of that,
    I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
    That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
    2230Thy dearest quit thee.
    Exit Enobarbus.
    Shall I say to Caesar
    What you require of him? For he partly begs
    To be desired to give. It much would please him
    That of his fortunes you should make a staff
    2235To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits
    To hear from me you had left Antony,
    And put yourself under his shroud,
    The universal landlord.
    What's your name?
    My name is Thidias.
    Most kind messenger,
    Say to great Caesar this in deputation:
    I kiss his conqu'ring hand. Tell him I am prompt
    To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel
    Till from from his all-obeying breath I hear
    2245The doom of Egypt.
    'Tis your noblest course.
    Wisdom and fortune combating together,
    If that the former dare but what it can,
    No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
    2250My duty on your hand. [He kisses Cleopatra's hand].
    Your Caesar's father oft,
    When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
    Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place,
    As it rained kisses.
    2255Enter Antony and Enobarbus.
    Favors, by Jove that thunders!
    What art thou, fellow?
    One that but performs
    The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest
    To have command obeyed.
    You will be whipped.
    [Calling Servants] Approach there!--[To Cleopatra] Ah, you kite!--Now, gods and devils,
    Authority melts from me of late. When I cried "Ho!"
    Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth
    And cry "Your will?" Have you no ears? 2265I am
    Antony yet.
    Enter Servants.
    Take hence this jack and whip him.
    [Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
    Than with an old one dying.
    Moon and stars,
    2270Whip him! Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
    That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
    So saucy with the hand of she here--what's her name
    Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
    Till like a boy you see him cringe his face,
    2275And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence!
    Mark Antony!
    Tug him away; being whipped
    Bring him again. The jack of Caesar's shall
    Bear us an errand to him.
    Exeunt [Servants] with Thidias.
    2280You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha!
    Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome,
    Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
    And by a gem of women, to be abused
    By one that looks on feeders?
    Good my lord--
    You have been a boggler ever.
    But when we in our viciousness grow hard--
    Oh misery on't--the wise gods seel our eyes,
    In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us
    2290Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
    To our confusion.
    Oh, is't come to this?
    I found you as a morsel cold upon
    Dead Caesar's trencher. Nay, you were a fragment
    2295Of Gneius Pompey's, besides what hotter hours
    Unregistered in vulgar fame you have
    Luxuriously picked out. For I am sure,
    Though you can guess what temperance should be,
    You know not what it is.
    Wherefore is this?
    To let a fellow that will take rewards
    And say "God quit you", be familiar with
    My play-fellow your hand, this kingly seal
    And plighter of high hearts! O that I were
    2305Upon the hill of Basan to outroar
    The hornèd herd, for I have savage cause
    And to proclaim it civilly were like
    A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
    For being yare about him.
    2310Enter a Servant with Thidias.
    Is he whipped?
    Soundly, my lord.
    Cried he? And begged a pardon?
    He did ask favor.
    If that thy father live, let him repent
    2315Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorry
    To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
    Thou hast been whipped for following him. Henceforth
    The white hand of a lady fever thee,
    Shake thou to look on't! Get thee back to Caesar,
    2320Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say
    He makes me angry with him. For he seems
    Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
    Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
    And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
    2325When my good stars that were my former guides
    Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires
    Into th'abysm of hell. If he mislike
    My speech and what is done, tell him he has
    Hipparchus, my enfranchèd bondman, whom
    2330He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
    As he shall like to quit me. Urge it thou.
    Hence with thy stripes, be gone!
    Exit [Servant and] Thidias.
    Have you done yet?
    Alack, our terrene moon
    Is now eclipsed, 2335And it portends alone
    The fall of Antony.
    I must stay his time.
    To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
    With one that ties his points?
    Not know me yet?
    Cold-hearted toward me?
    Ah, dear, if I be so,
    From my cold heart let heaven engender hail
    And poison it in the source, and the first stone
    Drop in my neck. As it determines so,
    2345Dissolve my life; the next, Caesarion smite,
    Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
    Together with my brave Egyptians all,
    By the discandying of this pelleted storm
    Lie graveless till the flies and gnats of Nile
    2350Have buried them for prey.
    I am satisfied.
    Caesar sets down in Alexandria, where
    I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
    Hath nobly held; our severed navy too
    2355Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like.
    Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
    If from the field I shall return once more
    To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
    I and my sword will earn our chronicle.
    2360There's hope in't yet.
    That's my brave lord!
    I will be treble-sinewed, -hearted, -breathed,
    And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
    Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
    2365Of me for jests. But now I'll set my teeth,
    And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
    Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me
    All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more;
    Let's mock the midnight bell.
    It is my birthday;
    I had thought t'have held it poor. But since my lord
    Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
    We will yet do well.
    [To Charmian and Iras] Call all his noble captains to my lord.
    Do so, we'll speak to them; and tonight I'll force
    The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen,
    There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
    2380I'll make Death love me, for I will contend
    Even with his pestilent scythe.
    Exeunt [all but Enobarbus].
    Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious
    Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood
    The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
    2385A diminution in our captain's brain
    Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,
    It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
    Some way to leave him.
    Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Maecenas with his army, 2390Caesar reading a letter; [a Messenger in attendance].
    He calls me boy, and chides as he had power
    To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger
    He hath whipped with rods, dares me to personal combat,
    Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
    2395I have many other ways to die. Meantime
    Laugh at his challenge.
    [Exit Messenger].
    Caesar must think,
    When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
    Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
    2400Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
    Made good guard for itself.
    Let our best heads know,
    That tomorrow the last of many battles
    We mean to fight. Within our files there are
    2405Of those that served Mark Antony but late
    Enough to fetch him in. See it done;
    And feast the army--we have store to do't,
    And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony!
    Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, 2410Iras, Alexas, with others.
    He will not fight with me, Domitius?
    Why should he not?
    He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
    2415He is twenty men to one.
    Tomorrow, soldier,
    By sea and land I'll fight. Or I will live,
    Or bathe my dying honor in the blood
    Shall make it live again. Woot thou fight well?
    I'll strike, and cry "Take all!"
    Well said. Come on!
    Call forth my household servants; let's tonight
    Be bounteous at our meal.
    Enter three or four Servitors.
    Give me thy hand,
    2425Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast thou,
    Thou, and thou, and thou. You have served me well,
    And kings have been your fellows.
    [Aside to Enobarbus] What means this?
    [Aside to Cleopatra] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
    2430Out of the mind.
    And thou art honest too.
    I wish I could be made so many men,
    And all of you clapped up together in
    An Antony, that I might do you service
    2435So good as you have done.
    All Servitors
    The gods forbid!
    Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight.
    Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
    As when mine empire was your fellow too,
    2440And suffered my command.
    [Aside to Enobarbus] What does he mean?
    [Aside to Cleopatra] To make his followers weep.
    Tend me tonight.
    Maybe it is the period of your duty.
    2445Haply you shall not see me more, or if--
    A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrow
    You'll serve another master. I look on you
    As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
    I turn you not away, but like a master
    2450Married to your good service, stay till death.
    Tend me tonight two hours, I ask no more,
    And the gods yield you for't.
    What mean you, sir,
    To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
    2455And I, an ass, am onion-eyed. For shame,
    Transform us not to women!
    Ho, ho, ho!
    Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus.
    Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty friends,
    2460You take me in too dolorous a sense.
    For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you
    To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts
    I hope well of tomorrow, and will lead you
    Where rather I'll expect victorious life
    2465Than death and honor. Let's to supper, come,
    And drown consideration!
    Enter a company of Soldiers.
    First Soldier
    Brother, goodnight. Tomorrow is the day.
    Second Soldier
    It will determine one way. Fare you well.
    2470Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
    First Soldier
    Nothing. What news?
    Second Soldier
    Belike 'tis but a rumor. Good night to you.
    First Soldier
    Well, sir, good night.
    [Enter other Soldiers meeting them].
    2475Second Soldier
    Soldiers, have careful watch.
    Third Soldier
    And you. Goodnight, goodnight.
    They place themselves in every corner of the stage.
    Second Soldier
    Here we; and if tomorrow our navy thrive,
    I have an absolute hope 2480our landmen will stand up.
    First Soldier
    'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.
    Music of the hautboys is under the stage.
    Second Soldier
    Peace, what noise?
    First Soldier
    List, list!
    2485Second Soldier
    First Soldier
    Music i'th'air.
    Third Soldier
    Under the earth.
    Fourth Soldier
    It signs well, does it not?
    Third Soldier
    2490First Soldier
    Peace, I say! What should this mean?
    Second Soldier
    'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
    Now leaves him.
    First Soldier
    Walk. Let's see if other watchmen
    Do hear what we do.
    2495Second Soldier
    How now, masters?
    All Soldiers
    [Speaking together] How now?
    How now? Do you hear this?
    First Soldier
    Ay is't not strange?
    Third Soldier
    Do you hear, masters? Do you hear?
    First Soldier
    Follow the noise so far as we have quarter.
    2500Let's see how it will give off.
    All Soldiers
    Content. 'Tis strange.
    Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with [Charmian and] others.
    [Calling] Eros! Mine armor, Eros!
    Sleep a little.
    No, my chuck. Eros, come, mine armor, Eros!
    Enter Eros [with armor].
    Come, good fellow, put thine iron on.
    If Fortune be not ours today, it is
    Because we brave her. Come. [Eros begins to arm Antony.]
    Nay I'll help too. [Taking a piece of armor]
    What's this for? [Beginning to arm Antony]
    Ah let be, let be! Thou art
    The armorer of my heart. False, false; this, this.
    Sooth la, I'll help. Thus it must be.
    Well, well,
    We shall thrive now. 2515Seest thou, my good fellow?
    Go, put on thy defences.
    Briefly, sir.
    Is not this buckled well?
    Rarely, rarely;
    He that unbuckles this till we do please
    2520To doff't for our repose shall hear a storm.
    Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen's a squire
    More tight at this than thou--dispatch. O love,
    That thou couldst see my wars today, and knew'st
    The royal occupation, thou should'st see
    2525A workman in't.
    Enter an armed soldier.
    Good morrow to thee. Welcome.
    Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge.
    To business that we love we rise betime
    2530And go to't with delight.
    A thousand, sir,
    Early though't be, have on their riveted trim
    And at the port expect you.
    Shout [within].
    Trumpets flourish.
    Enter [Scarrus and other] Captains, and Soldiers.
    The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
    Captains and Soldiers
    Good morrow, general.
    'Tis well blown, lads.
    This morning, like the spirit of a youth
    That means to be of note, begins betimes.
    2540So, so. Come, give me that--this way--well said.
    Fare thee well, dame. Whate'er becomes of me,
    This is a soldier's kiss. [He kisses Cleopatra.] Rebukeable
    And worthy shameful check it were to stand
    On more mechanic compliment. I'll leave thee
    2545Now like a man of steel.--You that will fight,
    Follow me close. I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
    Exeunt [Antony, Eros, Captains, and Soldiers].
    Please you retire to your chamber?
    Lead me.
    He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
    2550Determine this great war in single fight.
    Then Antony--but now--well. On.
    Trumpets sound.
    Enter Antony, [Scarrus,] and Eros.
    The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
    Would thou and those thy scars had once prevailed
    2555To make me fight at land.
    Hadst thou done so,
    The kings that have revolted and the soldier
    That has this morning left thee would have still
    Followed thy heels.
    Who's gone this morning?
    One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,
    He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar's camp
    Say, "I am none of thine."
    What sayest thou?
    Sir he's with Caesar.
    Sir, his chests and treasure
    He has not with him.
    Is he gone?
    Most certain.
    Go, Eros. Send his treasure after. Do it;
    2570Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him -
    I will subscribe--gentle adieus and greetings;
    Say that I wish he never find more cause
    To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
    Corrupted honest men. Dispatch. --Enobarbus!
    Enter Agrippa and Caesar with Enobarbus and Dolabella.
    Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.
    Our will is Antony be took alive:
    Make it so known.
    Caesar, I shall.
    [Exit Agrippa].
    The time of universal peace is near.
    Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world
    Shall bear the olive freely.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Is come into the field.
    Go charge Agrippa
    Plant those that have revolted in the van,
    That Antony may seem to spend his fury
    Upon himself.
    Exeunt [all but Enobarbus].
    Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
    Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade
    Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar
    And leave his master Antony. For this pains
    Caesar hath hanged him. Camidius and the rest
    2595That fell away have entertainment, but
    No honorable trust. I have done ill,
    Of which I do accuse myself so sorely
    That I will joy no more.
    Enter a Soldier of Caesar's.
    Enobarbus, Antony
    Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
    His bounty over-plus. The messenger
    Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
    Unloading of his mules.
    I give it you.
    Mock not, Enobarbus.
    I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer
    Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
    Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
    2610Continues still a Jove.
    I am alone the villain of the earth,
    And feel I am so most. Oh Antony,
    Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
    My better service, when my turpitude
    2615Thou dost so crown with gold? This blows my heart.
    If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
    Shall out-strike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
    I fight against thee? No, I will go seek
    Some ditch wherein to die. The foul'st best fits
    2620My latter part of life.
    Alarum. Drums and trumpets.
    Enter Agrippa.
    Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far!
    Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
    2625Exceeds what we expected.
    Enter Antony, and Scarrus wounded.
    O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
    Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
    2630With clouts about their heads!
    Thou bleed'st apace.
    I had a wound here that was like a T,
    But now 'tis made an H.
    [Retreat sounded] far off.
    They do retire.
    We'll beat 'em into bench-holes. I have yet
    Room for six scotches more.
    Enter Eros.
    They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
    For a fair victory.
    Let us score their backs,
    And snatch 'em up as we take hares behind!
    'Tis sport to maul a runner.
    I will reward thee
    Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
    2645For thy good valor. Come thee on.
    I'll halt after.
    Enter Antony again [with Soldiers, Drummers, and Trumpeters] in a march; Scarrus with others.
    We have beat him to his camp. Run one 2650before,
    And let the queen know of our gests.
    [Exit a Soldier].
    Before the sun shall see's, we'll spill the blood
    That has today escaped. I thank you all,
    For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
    Not as you served the cause but as't had been
    2655Each man's like mine. You have shown all Hectors.
    Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
    Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
    Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss
    The honoured gashes whole.
    2660Enter Cleopatra [with Charmian].
    [To Scarrus] Give me thy hand;
    To this great fairy, I'll commend thy acts,
    Make her thanks bless thee. [To Cleopatra, embracing her] Oh thou day o'th'world,
    Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou attire and all
    2665Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
    Ride on the pants triumphing.
    Lord of lords,
    O infinite virtue, com'st thou smiling from
    The world's great snare uncaught?
    Mine nightingale,
    We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! Though gray
    Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
    A brain that nourishes our nerves and can
    2675Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
    Commend unto his lips thy savoring hand.
    Kiss it, my warrior.
    [Scarrus kisses Cleopatra's hand.]
    He hath fought today
    As if a god in hate of mankind had
    Destroyed in such a shape.
    I'll give thee, friend,
    An armor all of gold--it was a king's.
    He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
    Like holy Phoebus's car. Give me thy hand.
    Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
    2685Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.
    Had our great palace the capacity
    To camp this host, we all would sup together
    And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
    Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
    2690With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
    Make mingle with our rattling taborins,
    That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
    Applauding our approach.
    [Trumpeters and Drummers sound.] Exeunt.
    Enter a Sentry and his company [of Caesar's Watch]. Enobarbus follows [apart].
    If we be not relieved within this hour,
    We must return to'th'court of guard. The night
    Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
    By th'second hour i'th'morn.
    First Watch
    This last day was
    A shrewd one to's.
    O bear me witness, night--
    Second Watch
    What man is this?
    First Watch
    Stand close, and list him.
    Be witness to me, O thou blessèd moon,
    When men revolted shall upon record
    2705Bear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus did
    Before thy face repent.
    Second Watch
    Peace!--Hark further.
    O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
    2710The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
    That life, a very rebel to my will,
    May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
    Against the flint and hardness of my fault,
    Which being dried with grief will break to powder
    2715And finish all foul thoughts. Oh Antony,
    Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
    Forgive me in thine own particular,
    But let the world rank me in register
    A master-leaver and a fugitive.
    2720Oh, Antony! Oh, Antony!
    [He dies.]
    First Watch
    Let's speak to him.
    Let's hear him, for the things
    He speaks may concern Caesar.
    Second Watch
    Let's do so.
    But he sleeps.
    Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his
    Was never yet for sleep.
    First Watch
    Go we to him.
    Second Watch
    Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.
    First Watch
    Hear you, sir?
    The hand of death hath raught him.
    Drums afar off.
    Hark, the drums demurely wake the sleepers.
    Let us bear him to'th'court of guard;
    He is of note. Our hour is fully out.
    2735Second Watch
    Come on, then. He may recover yet.
    Exeunt [with the body].
    Enter Antony and Scarrus, with their army.
    Their preparation is today by sea.
    We please them not by land.
    For both, my lord.
    I would they'd fight i'th'fire or i'th'air--
    We'd fight there too. But this it is: our foot
    Upon the hills adjoining to the city
    Shall stay with us--order for sea is given,
    They have put forth the haven--
    2745Where their appointment we may best discover,
    And look on their endeavor.
    Enter Caesar and his army.
    But being charged, we will be still by land--
    Which, as I take't, we shall, for his best force
    2750Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
    And hold our best advantage.
    Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. Enter Antony and Scarrus.
    Yet they are not joined. 2755Where yond pine does stand,
    I shall discover all. I'll bring thee word
    Straight how 'tis like to go.
    Swallows have built
    In Cleopatra's sails their nests. The augurers
    Say they know not, they cannot tell, look grimly,
    2760And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
    Is valiant and dejected, and by starts
    His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
    Of what he has and has not.
    Enter Antony.
    All is lost.
    This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
    My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
    They cast their caps up and carouse together
    Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore, 'tis thou
    2770Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart
    Makes only wars on thee! Bid them all fly!
    For when I am revenged upon my charm,
    I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone!
    [Exit Scarrus].
    Oh sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.
    2775Fortune and Antony part here, even here.
    Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts
    That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
    Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
    On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is barked
    2780That over-topped them all. Betrayed I am.
    Oh this false soul of Egypt! This grave charm,
    Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them home,
    Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
    Like a right gipsy hath at fast and loose
    2785Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
    What, Eros, Eros!
    Enter Cleopatra.
    Ah, thou spell, avaunt!
    Why is my lord enraged against his love?
    Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
    And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee
    And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians.
    Follow his chariot like the greatest spot
    Of all thy sex. Most monster-like be shown
    2795For poor'st diminutives, for dolts, and let
    Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
    With her preparèd nails.
    Exit Cleopatra.
    'Tis well th'art gone,
    If it be well to live. But better 'twere
    2800Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
    Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
    The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Teach me,
    Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.
    Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th'moon,
    2805And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club
    Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.
    To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
    Under this plot. She dies for't. Eros, ho!
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.
    Help me my women! Oh, he's more mad
    Than Telamon for his shield! The boar of Thessaly
    Was never so embossed.
    There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
    2815The soul and body rive not more in parting
    Than greatness going off.
    Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself.
    Say that the last I spoke was "Antony,"
    2820And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,
    And bring me how he takes my death to'th'monument!
    Exeunt [Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras at one door, Mardian at another door].
    Enter Antony and Eros.
    Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
    Ay, noble lord.
    Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish,
    A vapor sometime like a bear, or lion,
    A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
    A forked mountain, or blue promontory
    2830With trees upon't that nod unto the world,
    And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs;
    They are black vesper's pageants.
    Ay, my lord.
    That which is now a horse, even with a thought
    The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct
    As water is in water.
    It does, my lord.
    My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
    2840Even such a body. Here I am Antony,
    Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
    I made these wars for Egypt, and the queen
    Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
    Which whilst it was mine had annexed unto't
    2845A million more, now lost. She, Eros, has
    Packed cards with Caesar, and false played my glory
    Unto an enemy's triumph.
    Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us
    Ourselves to end ourselves.
    2850Enter Mardian.
    O thy vile lady,
    She has robbed me of my sword!
    No, Antony.
    My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
    With thine entirely.
    Hence, saucy eunuch! Peace!
    She hath betrayed me, and shall die the death.
    Death of one person can be paid but once,
    And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do
    Is done unto thy hand. The last she spake
    2860Was "Antony, most noble Antony."
    Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
    The name of Antony; it was divided
    Between her heart and lips. She rendered life
    Thy name so buried in her.
    Dead then?
    Unarm, Eros. The long day's task is done,
    And we must sleep. [To Mardian] That thou depart'st hence safe
    Does pay thy labor richly. Go.
    Exit Mardian.
    2870Off, pluck off!
    [Eros unarms him.]
    The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
    The battery from my heart. Oh cleave my sides!
    Heart, once be stronger than thy continent;
    Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace;
    2875No more a soldier. Bruisèd pieces, go;
    You have been nobly borne.--From me awhile.
    Exit Eros.
    I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
    Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
    All length is torture. Since the torch is out,
    2880Lie down and stray no farther. Now all labor
    Mars what it does. Yea, very force entangles
    Itself with strength. Seal then, and all is done.--
    Eros!--I come, my queen.--Eros!--Stay for me;
    Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand,
    2885And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.
    Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,
    And all the haunt be ours.--Come, Eros! Eros!
    Enter Eros.
    What would my lord?
    Since Cleopatra died,
    I have lived in such dishonor that the gods
    Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
    Quartered the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
    With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
    2895The courage of a woman, less noble mind
    Than she which by her death our Caesar tells
    "I am conqueror of myself". Thou art sworn, Eros,
    That when the exigent should come which now
    Is come indeed--when I should see behind me
    2900Th'inevitable prosecution of
    Disgrace and horror--that on my command
    Thou then wouldst kill me. Do't. The time is come.
    Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
    Put color in thy cheek.
    The gods withhold me!
    2905Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
    Though enemy, lost aim and could not?
    Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
    Thy master thus, with pleached arms bending down
    2910His corrigible neck, his face subdued
    To penetrative shame whilst the wheeled seat
    Of fortunate Caesar drawn before him branded
    His baseness that ensued?
    I would not see't.
    Come then: for with a wound I must be cured.
    Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
    Most useful for thy country.
    Oh, sir, pardon me.
    When I did make thee free, swor'st you not then
    2920To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,
    Or thy precedent services are all
    But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come!
    Turn from me then that noble countenance,
    Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
    [Turning away from Eros] Lo, thee!
    My sword is drawn.
    Then let it do at once
    The thing why thou hast drawn it.
    My dear master,
    2930My captain and my emperor, let me say
    Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
    'Tis said, man, and farewell.
    Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
    Now, Eros.
    [Eros] kills himself..
    Why there then! Thus I do escape the sorrow
    Of Antony's death.
    [He dies.]
    Thrice-nobler than myself,
    Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
    I should and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
    2940Have by their brave instruction got upon me
    A nobleness in record. But I will be
    A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
    As to a lovers' bed. Come then--and Eros,
    Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus
    2945I learned of thee.
    [He runs on his sword.].
    How, not dead? Not dead?
    The guard ho! Oh, dispatch me.
    Enter a [company of the] Guard, [one of them Dercetus].
    First Guard
    What's the noise?
    I have done my work ill, friends.
    2950Oh make an end of what I have begun.
    Second Guard
    The star is fall'n.
    First Guard
    And time is at his period.
    All the Guards
    Alas, and woe!
    Let him that loves me strike me dead.
    2955First Guard
    Not I.
    Second Guard
    Nor I.
    Third Guard
    Nor any one.
    Exeunt [the Guard, Dercetus remains].
    Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
    This sword but shown to Caesar with this tidings
    2960Shall enter me with him.
    [He takes Antony's sword.].
    Enter Diomedes.
    Where's Antony?
    There, Diomed, there.
    Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?
    [Exit Dercetus].
    Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
    Sufficing strokes for death.
    Most absolute lord,
    My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
    When did she send thee?
    Now, my lord.
    Where is she?
    Locked in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
    Of what hath come to pass, for when she saw,
    2975Which never shall be found, you did suspect
    She had disposed with Caesar and that your rage
    Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
    But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
    Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come,
    2980I dread, too late.
    Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.
    What ho! The emperor's guard! The guard, what ho!
    Come, your lord calls!
    Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony.
    Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides.
    'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
    First Guard
    Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
    All your true followers out.
    All the Guards
    Most heavy day!
    Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
    To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome
    Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
    Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up.
    I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
    2995And have my thanks for all.
    Exeunt bearing Antony [and the body of Eros].
    Enter Cleopatra and her Maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras.
    Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence.
    Be comforted, dear madam.
    No, I will not.
    All strange and terrible events are welcome,
    But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
    Proportioned to our cause, must be as great
    As that which makes it.
    3005Enter Diomedes [below].
    How now? Is he dead?
    His death's upon him, but not dead.
    Look out o'th'other side your monument:
    His guard have brought him thither.
    3010Enter below the Guard bearing Antony.
    O sun,
    Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Darkling stand
    The varying shore o'th'world! O Antony,
    Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian,
    Help, Iras, help! Help, friends 3015below!
    Let's draw him hither.
    Not Caesar's valor hath o'erthrown Antony,
    But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.
    So it should be, 3020that none but Antony
    Should conquer Antony, but woe 'tis so.
    I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
    I here importune death awhile, until
    Of many thousand kisses the poor last
    3025I lay upon thy lips.
    I dare not, dear--
    Dear my lord, pardon--I dare not
    Lest I be taken. Not th'imperious show
    Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
    3030Be brooched with me, if knife, drugs, serpents have
    Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
    Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
    And still conclusion, shall acquire no honor
    Demuring upon me. But come, come Antony--
    3035Help me my women--we must draw thee up.
    Assist, good friends.
    [They begin lifting Antony.]
    Oh quick, or I am gone.
    Here's sport indeed--how heavy weighs my lord!
    3040Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
    That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
    The strong-winged Mercury should fetch thee up
    And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little--
    Wishers were ever fools--oh come, come, come,
    3045They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra.
    And welcome, welcome. Die when thou hast lived!
    Quicken with kissing! Had my lips that power,
    Thus would I wear them out. [She kisses him].
    All the Guards
    A heavy sight.
    I am dying, Egypt, dying.
    Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
    No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
    That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,
    Provoked by my offence.
    One word, sweet queen:
    Of Caesar seek your honor with your safety.--Oh!
    They do not go together.
    Gentle, hear me,
    None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
    My resolution and my hands I'll trust,
    None about Caesar.
    The miserable change now at my end
    Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts
    In feeding them with those my former fortunes
    3065Wherein I lived the greatest prince o'th'world,
    The noblest; and do now not basely die,
    Not cowardly put off my helmet to
    My countryman--a Roman by a Roman
    Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going,
    3070I can no more.
    Noblest of men, woot die?
    Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
    In this dull world, which in thy absence is
    No better than a sty? O see my women:
    3075The crown o'th'earth doth melt.
    [Antony dies.]
    My lord!
    Oh, withered is the garland of the war,
    The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girls
    Are level now with men. The odds is gone,
    And there is nothing left remarkable
    3080Beneath the visiting moon.
    O quietness, lady!
    [Cleopatra faints.]
    She's dead too, our sovereign.
    Oh madam, madam, madam!
    Royal Egypt! Empress!
    [Cleopatra stirs.]
    Peace, peace, Iras.
    No more but e'en a woman, and commanded
    By such poor passion as the maid that milks
    3090And does the meanest chares. It were for me
    To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,
    To tell them that this world did equal theirs
    Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
    Patience is sottish, and impatience does
    3095Become a dog that's mad; then is it sin
    To rush into the secret house of death
    Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
    What, what, good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?
    My noble girls? Ah women, women! Look,
    3100Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart,
    We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble.
    Let's do't after the high Roman fashion,
    And make death proud to take us. Come, away.
    This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
    3105Ah women, women! Come, we have no friend
    But resolution, and the briefest end.
    Exeunt; [those above] bearing off Antony's body.
    Enter Caesar with his council of war: Agrippa, Dolabella [Maecenas, Gallus, Proculeius].
    Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield.
    Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
    The pauses that he makes.
    Caesar, I shall.
    Enter Dercetus with the sword of Antony.
    Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st
    Appear thus to us?
    I am called Dercetus.
    Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
    Best to be served; whilst he stood up and spoke
    3120He was my master, and I wore my life
    To spend upon his haters. If thou please
    To take me to thee as I was to him,
    I'll be to Caesar; if you pleasest not,
    I yield thee up my life.
    What is't thou say'st?
    I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
    The breaking of so great a thing should make
    A greater crack. The round world
    Should have shook lions into civil streets
    And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
    3130Is not a single doom; in the name lay
    A moiety of the world.
    He is dead, Caesar,
    Not by a public minister of justice,
    Nor by a hired knife; but that self 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 robbed his wound of it. Behold it stained
    With his most noble blood.
    Look you sad, friends?
    The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
    To wash the eyes of kings.
    And strange it is,
    That Nature must compel us to lament
    3145Our most persisted deeds.
    His taints and honors
    Waged equal with him.
    A rarer spirit never
    Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us
    Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touched.
    When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
    He needs must see himself.
    Oh, Antony,
    I have followed thee to this; but we do lance
    Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce
    3155Have shown to thee such a declining day
    Or looked on thine; we could not stall together
    In the whole world. But yet let me lament,
    With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
    That thou my brother, my competitor
    3160In top of all design, my mate in empire,
    Friend and companion in the front of war,
    The arm of mine own body, and the heart
    Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our stars
    Unreconciliable should divide our equalness
    To this. 3165Hear me, good friends--
    Enter an Egyptian.
    But I will tell you at some meeter season.
    The business of this man looks out of him,
    We'll hear him what he says.--3170Whence are you?
    A poor Egyptian yet. The Queen my mistress,
    Confined in all she has--her monument--
    Of thy intents desires instruction,
    That she preparedly may frame herself
    3175To'th'way she's forced to.
    Bid her have good heart.
    She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
    How honorable and how kindly we
    Determine for her. For Caesar cannot live
    To be ungentle.
    So the gods preserve thee.
    Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say
    We purpose her no shame. Give her what comforts
    The quality of her passion shall require,
    Lest in her greatness, by some mortal stroke,
    3185She do defeat us--for her life in Rome
    Would be eternal in our triumph. Go,
    And with your speediest bring us what she says,
    And how you find of her.
    Caesar, I shall.
    Exit Proculeius.
    Gallus, go you along.
    [Exit Gallus.]
    Where's Dolabella,
    To second Proculeius?
    All [but Caesar]
    Let him alone, for I remember now
    How he's employed. He shall in time be ready.
    3195Go with me to my tent, where you shall see
    How hardly I was drawn into this war,
    How calm and gentle I proceeded still
    In all my writings. Go with me, and see
    What I can show in this.
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, [and] Iras.
    My desolation does begin to make
    A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar:
    Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
    A minister of her will; and it is great
    3205To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
    Which shackles accidents and bolts up change,
    Which sleeps and never palates more the dung,
    The beggar's nurse, and Caesar's.
    Enter Proculeius.
    Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt,
    And bids thee study on what fair demands
    Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
    What's thy name?
    My name is Proculeius.
    Did tell me of you, bade me trust you, but
    I do not greatly care to be deceived
    That have no use for trusting. If your master
    Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
    3220That majesty, to keep decorum, must
    No less beg than a kingdom. If he please
    To give me conquered Egypt for my son,
    He gives me so much of mine own as I
    Will kneel to him with thanks.
    Be of good cheer:
    You're fall'n into a princely hand. Fear nothing;
    Make your full reference freely to my lord,
    Who is so full of grace that it flows over
    On all that need. Let me report to him
    3230Your sweet dependency, and you shall find
    A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
    Where he for grace is kneeled to.
    Pray you tell him,
    I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
    3235The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
    A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly
    Look him i'th'face.
    This I'll report, dear lady.
    Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
    3240Of him that caused it.
    [Enter Gallus and Soldiers from behind.
    You see how easily she may be surprised.
    Guard her till Caesar come.
    [Exit Gallus.]
    Royal queen!
    Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken, queen!
    [Drawing a dagger] Quick, quick, good hands!
    [Disarming her] Hold, worthy lady, hold:
    Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
    Relieved but not betrayed.
    What, of death too,
    That rids our dogs of languish?
    Do not abuse my master's bounty by
    Th'undoing of yourself. Let the world see
    His nobleness well acted, which your death
    Will never let come forth.
    Where art thou, Death?
    3255Come hither, come! Come, come, and take a queen
    Worth many babes and beggars!
    Oh temperance, lady.
    Sir, I will eat no meat; I'll not drink, sir;
    If idle talk will once be necessary
    3260I'll not sleep neither. This mortal house I'll ruin,
    Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
    Will not wait pinioned at your master's court,
    Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
    Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
    3265And show me to the shouting varletry
    Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
    Be gentle grave unto me. Rather on Nilus' mud
    Lay me stark-naked and let the water-flies
    Blow me into abhorring. Rather make
    3270My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
    And hang me up in chains!
    You do extend
    These thoughts of horror further than you shall
    Find cause in Caesar.
    3275Enter Dolabella.
    What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
    And he hath sent for thee. For the queen,
    I'll take her to my guard.
    So Dolabella,
    It shall content me best. Be gentle to her.
    [To Cleopatra] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
    If you'll employ me to him.
    Say I would die.
    Exit Proculeius [with Soldiers].
    Most noble empress, you have heard of me.
    I cannot tell.
    Assuredly you know me.
    No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
    You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams--
    3290Is't not your trick?
    I understand not, madam.
    I dreamt there was an emperor Antony.
    Oh, such another sleep, that I might see
    But such another man.
    If it might please ye.
    His face was as the heav'ns, and therein stuck
    A sun and moon which kept their course, and lighted
    The little O, the earth.
    Most sovereign creature.
    His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm
    Crested the world. His voice was propertied
    As all the tunèd spheres, and that to friends--
    But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
    3305He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
    There was no winter in't--an autumn 'twas,
    That grew the more by reaping. His delights
    Were dolphin-like; they showed his back above
    The element they lived in. In his livery
    Walked crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
    3310As plates dropped from his pocket.
    Think you there was, or might be such a man
    As this I dreamt of?
    Gentle madam, no.
    You lie up to the hearing of the gods.
    But if there be, or ever were one such,
    It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuff
    To vie strange forms with fancy, yet t'imagine
    An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
    3320Condemning shadows quite.
    Hear me, good madam:
    Your loss is as yourself, great, and you bear it
    As answering to the weight. Would I might never
    O'er-take pursued success, but I do feel,
    3325By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
    My very heart at root.
    I thank you, sir.
    Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
    I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
    Nay, pray you, sir.
    Though he be honorable--
    He'll lead me then in triumph.
    Madam, he will, I know't.
    Enter Proculeius, Caesar, Gallus, Maecenas, 3335and others of his train.
    All [but Caesar]
    Make way there! Caesar!
    Which is the Queen of Egypt?
    It is the emperor, madam.
    Cleopatra kneels.
    Arise, you shall not kneel.
    3340I pray you rise; rise, Egypt.
    Sir, the gods
    Will have it thus.
    [Cleopatra rises.]
    My master and my lord
    I must obey.
    Take to you no hard thoughts.
    The record of what injuries you did us,
    3345Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
    As things but done by chance.