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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)

    [2.5]
    Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
    1025Cleopatra
    Give me some music, music, moody food
    Of us that trade in love.
    Charmian, Iras, and Alexas
    The music, ho!
    Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
    Cleopatra
    Let it alone, let's to billiards. Come, Charmian.
    1030Charmian
    My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
    Cleopatra
    As well a woman with an eunuch played,
    As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
    Mardian
    As well as I can, madam.
    Cleopatra
    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!"
    Charmian
    '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.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    1055Messenger
    Madam, madam--
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Messenger
    First, madam, he is well.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Messenger
    Good madam, hear me.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    1075Messenger
    Wilt please you hear me?
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Messenger
    Madam, he's well.
    Cleopatra
    Well said.
    Messenger
    And friends with Caesar.
    Cleopatra
    Th'art an honest man.
    1085Messenger
    Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
    Cleopatra
    Make thee a fortune from me.
    Messenger
    But yet, madam--
    Cleopatra
    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.
    1095Messenger
    Free, madam, no. I made no such report.
    He's bound unto Octavia.
    Cleopatra
    For what good turn?
    Messenger
    For the best turn i'th'bed.
    Cleopatra
    I am pale, Charmian.
    1100Messenger
    Madam, he's married to Octavia.
    Cleopatra
    The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
    [She] strikes him.
    Messenger
    Good madam, patience!
    Cleopatra
    What say you?
    [She] strikes him.
    1105Hence,
    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.
    1110Messenger
    Gracious madam,
    I that do bring the news made not the match.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Messenger
    He's married, madam.
    Cleopatra
    Rogue, thou hast lived too long.
    [She draws] a knife.
    Messenger
    Nay then, I'll run! [He starts to run away].
    1120What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
    Exit.
    Charmian
    Good madam, keep yourself within yourself.
    The man is innocent.
    Cleopatra
    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!
    Charmian
    He is afeared to come.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Messenger
    I have done my duty.
    Cleopatra
    Is he married?
    I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
    1140If thou again say yes.
    Messenger
    He's married, madam.
    Cleopatra
    The Gods confound thee, dost thou hold there still?
    Messenger
    Should I lie, madam?
    1145Cleopatra
    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?
    1150Messenger
    I crave your highness' pardon.
    Cleopatra
    He is married?
    Messenger
    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.
    1155Cleopatra
    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.]
    1160Charmian
    Good your highness, patience.
    Cleopatra
    In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
    Charmian
    Many times, madam.
    Cleopatra
    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.
    Exeunt.