1.3.2Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras. Where is he?
Where is he? I did not see him since.
[To Alexas] See where he is,
302who's with him, what he does;
1.3.5303I did not send you. If you find him sad,
1.3.6304Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
1.3.7305That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return.
Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,
1.3.10307You 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.
1.3.15313In time we hate that which we often fear.
But 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.
1.3.20319It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it. Now my dearest queen--
Pray you stand farther from me.
Pray you stand farther from me. What's the matter?
I know by that same eye there's some good news.
1.3.24325What, says the married woman you may go?
1.3.25326Would she had never giv'n you leave to come.
1.3.26327Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here.
1.3.27328I have no power upon you. Hers you are.
The gods best know--
The gods best know-- Oh never was there queen
1.3.29331So mightily betrayed; yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted. Cleopatra.
Why should I think you can be mine, and true--
1.3.32335Though you in swearing shake the thronèd gods--
1.3.34338To be entangled with those mouth-made vows
Which break themselves in swearing. Most sweet queen--
Nay, pray you seek no color for your going,
1.3.38344Then was the time for words, no going then.
1.3.40346Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor
1.3.41347But was a race of heaven. They are so still,
1.3.42348Or 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:
1.3.46354The strong necessity of time commands
1.3.47355Our services awhile, but my full heart
1.3.49357Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius
1.3.50358Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;
1.3.52360Breed scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength,
1.3.53361Are newly grown to love; the condemned Pompey,
1.3.54362Rich in his father's honor, creeps apace
1.3.55363Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
1.3.56364 Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
1.3.57365And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
1.3.58366By any desperate change. My more particular,
1.3.59367And that which most with you should safe my going,
Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
1.3.62370It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?
She's dead, my queen. [He shows her letters].
1.3.64372Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
1.3.65373The garboils she awaked. At the last, best:
See when and where she died. Oh most false love!
1.3.67376Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
1.3.68377With sorrowful water? Now I see--I see,
1.3.69378In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
1.3.71380The purposes I bear, which are or cease
1.3.72381As you shall give th'advice. By the fire
1.3.73382That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
1.3.74383Thy soldier-servant, making peace or war
As thou affects. Cut my lace, Charmian, come.
1.3.76386But let it be; I am quickly ill and well,
So Antony loves. My precious Queen, forbear,
1.3.78389And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honorable trial. So Fulvia told me.
1.3.80392I prithee, turn aside, and weep for her,
1.3.81393Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
1.3.82394Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene
1.3.83395Of 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--
Now by my sword-- And target. Still he mends.
1.3.87401But this is not the best. Look, prithee Charmian,
1.3.88402How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe. I'll leave you, lady.
Courteous lord, one word:
1.3.91406Sir, you and I must part--but that's not it;
1.3.92407Sir, you and I have loved--but there's not it;
1.3.93408That you know well. Something it is I would--
And I am all forgotten. But that your royalty
1.3.96412Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself. 'Tis sweating labor,
1.3.98415To bear such idleness so near the heart
1.3.99416As Cleopatra this. But sir, forgive me,
1.3.100417Since my becomings kill me when they do not
1.3.101418Eye well to you. Your honor calls you hence.
1.3.103420And all the gods go with you. Upon your sword
Be strewed before your feet. Let us go.
424Come,
1.3.106Our separation so abides and flies
1.3.107425That thou, residing here, goes yet with me;
1.3.108426And I hence fleeting here remain with thee.