What shall we do, Enobarbus?

What shall we do, Enobarbus? Think, and die.

Is Antony or we in fault for this?

Antony only, that would make his will

3.13.62157Lord of his reason. What though you fled

3.13.72158From that great face of war, whose several ranges

3.13.82159Frighted each other? Why should he follow?

3.13.92160The itch of his affection should not then

3.13.102161Have nicked his captainship at such a point,

3.13.112162When half to half the world opposed, he being

3.13.122163The merèd question? 'Twas a shame no less

3.13.132164Than was his loss to course your flying flags,

3.13.142165And leave his navy gazing.

And leave his navy gazing. Prithee, peace.

Is that his answer?

Is that his answer? Ay, my lord.

The queen shall then have courtesy,

3.13.182170So she will yield us up.

So she will yield us up. He says so.

So she will yield us up. He says so. Let her know't.

3.13.19[To Cleopatra] To the boy Caesar send this 2173grizzled head,

3.13.20And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

3.13.212174With principalities.

With principalities. That head, my lord?

[To the Ambassador] To him again. Tell him he wears the rose

3.13.232177Of youth upon him, from which the world should note

3.13.242178Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,

3.13.252179May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail

3.13.262180Under the service of a child as soon

3.13.272181As i'th'command of Caesar. I dare him therefore

3.13.282182To lay his gay comparisons apart,

3.13.292183And answer me declined, sword against sword,

3.13.302184Ourselves alone. I'll write it. Follow me.

[Aside] Yes, like enough: high-battled Caesar will

3.13.332186Unstate his happiness, and be staged to'th'show

3.13.342187Against a sworder. I see men's judgments are

3.13.352188A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward

3.13.362189Do draw the inward quality after them

3.13.372190To suffer all alike. That he should dream,

3.13.382191Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will

3.13.392192Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued

3.13.402193His judgment too.

His judgment too. A messenger from Caesar.

What, no more ceremony? See, my women,

3.13.422197Against the blown rose may they stop their nose

3.13.432198That kneeled unto the buds. Admit him, sir.

[Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.

3.13.462200The loyalty well-held to fools does make

3.13.472201Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure

3.13.482202To follow with allegiance a fallen lord

3.13.492203Does conquer him that did his master conquer

3.13.502204And earns a place i'th'story.

And earns a place i'th'story. Caesar's will?

Hear it apart.

Hear it apart. None but friends; say boldly.

So haply are they friends to Antony.

He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,

3.13.542211Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master

3.13.552212Will leap to be his friend; for us, you know

3.13.562213Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesar's.

So. [To Cleopatra]

3.13.58Thus then, thou most renowned: Caesar entreats

3.13.592215Not to consider in what case thou stand'st

3.13.602216Further than he is Caesar.

Further than he is Caesar. Go on; right royal.

He knows that you embrace not Antony

3.13.622219As you did love, but as you feared him.

As you did love, but as you feared him. Oh.

The scars upon your honor, therefore, he

3.13.642222Does pity as constrainèd blemishes,

3.13.652223Not as deserved.

Not as deserved. He is a god, and knows

3.13.662225What is most right. Mine honor was not yielded,

3.13.672226But conquered merely.

But conquered merely. [Aside] To be sure of that,

3.13.68I will ask Antony. 2228Sir, sir, thou art so leaky

3.13.692229That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for

3.13.702230Thy dearest quit thee.

Thy dearest quit thee. Exit Enobarbus.

Thy dearest quit thee. Exit Enobarbus. Shall I say to Caesar

3.13.712232What you require of him? For he partly begs

3.13.722233To be desired to give. It much would please him

3.13.732234That of his fortunes you should make a staff

3.13.742235To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits

3.13.752236To hear from me you had left Antony,

3.13.762237And put yourself under his shroud,

3.13.77The universal landlord.

The universal landlord. What's your name?

My name is Thidias.

My name is Thidias. Most kind messenger,

3.13.792241Say to great Caesar this in deputation:

3.13.802242I kiss his conqu'ring hand. Tell him I am prompt

3.13.812243To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel

3.13.822244Till from from his all-obeying breath I hear

3.13.832245The doom of Egypt.

The doom of Egypt. 'Tis your noblest course.

3.13.842247Wisdom and fortune combating together,

3.13.852248If that the former dare but what it can,

3.13.862249No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay

3.13.872250My duty on your hand. [He kisses Cleopatra's hand].

My duty on your hand. [He kisses Cleopatra's hand]. Your Caesar's father oft,

3.13.882252When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,

3.13.892253Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place,

3.13.902254As it rained kisses.

As it rained kisses. Favors, by Jove that thunders!

3.13.91What art thou, fellow?

What art thou, fellow? One that but performs

3.13.922258The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest

3.13.932259To have command obeyed.

To have command obeyed. You will be whipped.

[Calling Servants] Approach there!--[To Cleopatra] Ah, you kite!--Now, gods and devils,

3.13.952262Authority melts from me of late. When I cried "Ho!"

3.13.962263Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth

3.13.972264And cry "Your will?" Have you no ears? 2265I am

3.13.98Antony yet.

Antony yet. Take hence this jack and whip him.

[Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp

3.13.1002268Than with an old one dying.

Than with an old one dying. Moon and stars,

3.13.1012270Whip him! Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries

3.13.1022271That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them

3.13.1032272So saucy with the hand of she here--what's her name

3.13.1042273Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,

3.13.1052274Till like a boy you see him cringe his face,

3.13.1062275And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence!

Mark Antony!

Mark Antony! Tug him away; being whipped

3.13.1082278Bring him again. The jack of Caesar's shall

3.13.1092279Bear us an errand to him.

3.13.1112280You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha!

3.13.1122281Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome,

3.13.1132282Forborne the getting of a lawful race,

3.13.1142283And by a gem of women, to be abused

3.13.1152284By one that looks on feeders?

By one that looks on feeders? Good my lord--

You have been a boggler ever.

3.13.1172287But when we in our viciousness grow hard--

3.13.1182288Oh misery on't--the wise gods seel our eyes,

3.13.1192289In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us

3.13.1202290Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut

3.13.1212291To our confusion.

To our confusion. Oh, is't come to this?

I found you as a morsel cold upon

3.13.1232294Dead Caesar's trencher. Nay, you were a fragment

3.13.1242295Of Gneius Pompey's, besides what hotter hours

3.13.1252296Unregistered in vulgar fame you have

3.13.1262297Luxuriously picked out. For I am sure,

3.13.1272298Though you can guess what temperance should be,

3.13.1282999You know not what it is.

You know not what it is. Wherefore is this?

To let a fellow that will take rewards

3.13.1302302And say "God quit you", be familiar with

3.13.1312303My play-fellow your hand, this kingly seal

3.13.1322304And plighter of high hearts! O that I were

3.13.1332305Upon the hill of Basan to outroar

3.13.1342306The hornèd herd, for I have savage cause

3.13.1352307And to proclaim it civilly were like

3.13.1362308A haltered neck which does the hangman thank

3.13.1372309For being yare about him.

For being yare about him. Is he whipped?

Soundly, my lord.

Soundly, my lord. Cried he? And begged a pardon?

He did ask favor.

If that thy father live, let him repent

3.13.1412315Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorry

3.13.1422316To follow Caesar in his triumph, since

3.13.1432317Thou hast been whipped for following him. Henceforth

3.13.1442318The white hand of a lady fever thee,

3.13.1452319Shake thou to look on't! Get thee back to Caesar,

3.13.1462320Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say

3.13.1472321He makes me angry with him. For he seems

3.13.1482322Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,

3.13.1492323Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,

3.13.1502324And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,

3.13.1512325When my good stars that were my former guides

3.13.1522326Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires

3.13.1532327Into th'abysm of hell. If he mislike

3.13.1542328My speech and what is done, tell him he has

3.13.1552329Hipparchus, my enfranchèd bondman, whom

3.13.1562330He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,

3.13.1572331As he shall like to quit me. Urge it thou.

3.13.1582332Hence with thy stripes, be gone!

Have you done yet?

Have you done yet? Alack, our terrene moon

3.13.161Is now eclipsed, 2335And it portends alone

3.13.162The fall of Antony.

The fall of Antony. I must stay his time.

To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes

3.13.1642338With one that ties his points?

With one that ties his points? Not know me yet?

Cold-hearted toward me?

Cold-hearted toward me? Ah, dear, if I be so,

3.13.1662342From my cold heart let heaven engender hail

3.13.1672343And poison it in the source, and the first stone

3.13.1682344Drop in my neck. As it determines so,

3.13.1692345Dissolve my life; the next, Caesarion smite,

3.13.1702346Till by degrees the memory of my womb,

3.13.1712347Together with my brave Egyptians all,

3.13.1722348By the discandying of this pelleted storm

3.13.1732349Lie graveless till the flies and gnats of Nile

3.13.1742350Have buried them for prey.

Have buried them for prey. I am satisfied.

3.13.1752352Caesar sets down in Alexandria, where

3.13.1762353I will oppose his fate. Our force by land

3.13.1772354Hath nobly held; our severed navy too

3.13.1782355Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like.

3.13.1792356Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?

3.13.1802357If from the field I shall return once more

3.13.1812358To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;

3.13.1822359I and my sword will earn our chronicle.

3.13.1832360There's hope in't yet.

There's hope in't yet. That's my brave lord!

I will be treble-sinewed, -hearted, -breathed,

3.13.1852363And fight maliciously; for when mine hours

3.13.1862364Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives

3.13.1872365Of me for jests. But now I'll set my teeth,

3.13.1882366And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,

3.13.1892367Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me

3.13.1902368All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more;

3.13.1912369Let's mock the midnight bell.

Let's mock the midnight bell. It is my birthday;

3.13.1922371I had thought t'have held it poor. But since my lord

3.13.1932372Is 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; 2376and tonight I'll force

3.13.1972377The wine peep through their scars. 2378Come on, my queen,

3.13.1982379There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight

3.13.1992380I'll make Death love me, for I will contend

3.13.2002381Even with his pestilent scythe.

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious

3.13.2032383Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood

3.13.2042384The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,

3.13.2052385A diminution in our captain's brain

3.13.2062386Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,

3.13.2072387It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek

3.13.2082388Some way to leave him.