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+\documentclass{book}
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\hfuzz 1pt
+
+\HouseStyle {arden}
+%\HouseStyle {penguin}
+
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle {William Shakespeare}{Antony and Cleopatra}
+ {\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {The Arden Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ University Paperbacks, Methuen, 1965}
+ {New Penguin Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ Penguin Books}
+ }
+
+
+\FrontMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\parindent 1em
+
+\chapter [Reviser's preface]{Preface to revised edition}
+
+\noindent\lorem[32421]
+
+\section {The Text}
+
+\noindent\lorem[41322]
+
+\section {The Apparatus Criticus}
+
+\noindent\lorem[3225]
+
+\section {Introduction, Notes, and Appendices}
+
+\noindent\lorem[3422]
+
+\chapter {Introduction}
+
+\noindent\lorem[223113]
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\MainMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\begin {DramatisPersonae}
+
+\begin {Characters} {triumvirs}
+ \persona{Antony,}
+ \persona{Octavius C\ae sar,}
+ \persona{Lepidus,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Sextus Pompeius.}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of Antony}
+ \persona{Domitius Enobarbus,}
+ \persona{Ventidius,}
+ \persona{Eros,}
+ \persona{Scarus,}
+ \persona{Decretas,}
+ \persona{Demetrius,}
+ \persona{Philo}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of C\ae sar}
+ \persona{M\ae cenas,}
+ \persona{Agrippa,}
+ \persona{Dolabella,}
+ \persona{Proculeius,\kern .4em}
+ \persona{Thidias,}
+ \persona{Gallus,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of Pompey}
+ \persona{Menas,}
+ \persona{Menecrates,}
+ \persona{Varrius,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Tarus,} lieutenant-general to C\ae sar.
+\persona{Canidius,} lieutenant-general to Antony.
+\persona{Silius,} an officer in Ventidius' army.
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+A `schoolmaster' acting as ambassador from Antony to C\ae sar.
+\end{unnamed}
+
+\begin{Characters} [.85]{attendants on Cleopatra}
+\persona{Alexas,}
+\persona{Mardian,} a eunuch,
+\persona{Diomedes,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Seleucus} treasurer to Cleopatra.
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+ A soothsayer.
+ A Clown.
+\end{unnamed}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\newpage}{}
+
+\persona{Cleopatra,} queen of Egypt.
+\persona{Octavia,} C\ae sar's sister.
+
+\begin{Characters} [.8]{attendants on Cleopatra}
+ \persona{Charmian,}
+ \persona{Iras,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\Facies \titulus {#1}
+\spatium{.5\leading minus .25\leading}
+\titulus{Officers, Soldiers, messengers, and other attendants.}
+\spatium{.5\leading minus .25\leading \penalty 1000}
+\titulus{\textsc{Scene:} In several parts of the Roman empire.}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\newpage}{}
+
+\end {DramatisPersonae}
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {\persona*[1]{Ant\\Antony}
+ \persona*[2]{Cleo\\Cleopatra}
+ \persona*[3]{C\ae{}s\\Caesar}
+ \persona*[4]{Agr\\Agrippa}
+ \persona*[5]{Ale\\Alexas}
+ \persona*[6]{Can\\Canidius}
+ \persona*[7]{Char\\Charmian}
+ \persona*[8]{Dec\\Decretas}
+ \persona*[9]{Dem\\Demetrius}
+ \persona*[10]{Dio\\Diomedes}
+ \persona*[11]{Dol\\Dolabella}
+ \persona*[12]{Egyp\\Egyptian}
+ \persona*[13]{Eno\\Enobarbus}
+ \persona*[14]{Eros\\Eros}
+ \persona*[15]{Gal\\Gallus}
+ \persona*[16]{Iras\\Iras}
+ \persona*[17]{Lep\\Lepidus}
+ \persona*[18]{Mar\\Mardian}
+ \persona*[19]{M{\ae}c\\Mecaenas}
+ \persona*[20]{Men\\Menas}
+ \persona*[21]{Mene\\Menecrates}
+ \persona*[22]{Oct\\Octavia}
+ \persona*[23]{Phi\\Philo}
+ \persona*[24]{Pom\\Pompey}
+ \persona*[25]{Pro\\Proculeius}
+ \persona*[26]{Scar\\Scarus}
+ \persona*[27]{Sel\\Seleucus}
+ \persona*[28]{Sil\\Silius}
+ \persona*[29]{Taur\\Taurus}
+ \persona*[30]{Thid\\Thidias}
+ \persona*[31]{Var\\Varius}
+ \persona*[32]{Ven\\Ventidius}
+ \persona*[50]{Amb\\Ambassador}
+ \persona*[51]{Att\\Attendant}
+ \persona*[52]{First Att}
+ \persona*[53]{Sec. Att}
+ \persona*[54]{Capt}
+ \persona*[55]{Clown}
+ \persona*[56]{Guard}
+ \persona*[57]{First Guard}
+ \persona*[58]{Sec. Guard}
+ \persona*[59]{Third Guard}
+ \persona*[60]{Mess\\Messenger}
+ \persona*[61]{Sec Mess}
+ \persona*[62]{Sent\\Sentry}
+ \persona*[63]{Ser\\Servant}
+ \persona*[64]{First Ser}
+ \persona*[65]{Sec. Ser}
+ \persona*[66]{Sold}
+ \persona*[67]{First Sold}
+ \persona*[68]{Sec. Sold}
+ \persona*[69]{Third Sold}
+ \persona*[70]{Fourth Sold}
+ \persona*[71]{Sooth\\Soothsayer}
+ \persona*[72]{First Watch}
+ \persona*[73]{Sec. Watch}
+ \persona*[99]{All}
+ }
+ {\persona*[1]{Antony}
+ \persona*[2]{Cleopatra}
+ \persona*[3]{Caesar}
+ \persona*[4]{Agrippa}
+ \persona*[5]{Alexas}
+ \persona*[6]{Canidius}
+ \persona*[7]{Charmian}
+ \persona*[8]{Decretas}
+ \persona*[9]{Demetrius}
+ \persona*[10]{Diomedes}
+ \persona*[11]{Dolabella}
+ \persona*[12]{Egyptian}
+ \persona*[13]{Enobarbus}
+ \persona*[14]{Eros}
+ \persona*[15]{Gallus}
+ \persona*[16]{Iras}
+ \persona*[17]{Lepidus}
+ \persona*[18]{Mardian}
+ \persona*[19]{Mecaenas}
+ \persona*[20]{Menas}
+ \persona*[21]{Menecrates}
+ \persona*[22]{Octavia}
+ \persona*[23]{Philo}
+ \persona*[24]{Pompey}
+ \persona*[25]{Proculeius}
+ \persona*[26]{Scarus}
+ \persona*[27]{Seleucus}
+ \persona*[28]{Silius}
+ \persona*[29]{Taurus}
+ \persona*[30]{Thidias}
+ \persona*[31]{Varius}
+ \persona*[32]{Ventidius}
+ \persona*[50]{Ambassador}
+ \persona*[51]{Attendant}
+ \persona*[52]{First Attendant}
+ \persona*[53]{Sec. Attendant}
+ \persona*[54]{Captain}
+ \persona*[55]{Clown}
+ \persona*[56]{Guard}
+ \persona*[57]{First Guard}
+ \persona*[58]{Sec. Guard}
+ \persona*[59]{Third Guard}
+ \persona*[60]{Messenger}
+ \persona*[61]{Sec Messenger}
+ \persona*[62]{Sentry}
+ \persona*[63]{Servant}
+ \persona*[64]{First Servant}
+ \persona*[65]{Sec. Servant}
+ \persona*[66]{Soldier}
+ \persona*[67]{First Soldier}
+ \persona*[68]{Sec. Soldier}
+ \persona*[69]{Third Soldier}
+ \persona*[70]{Fourth Soldier}
+ \persona*[71]{Soothsayer}
+ \persona*[72]{First Watch}
+ \persona*[73]{Sec. Watch}
+ \persona*[99]{All}
+ }
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\thispagestyle{empty}
+\pagestyle{MainMatterPage}
+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+ \(Enter \9 and \23\)
+
+\23 Nay, but this dotage of our general's
+ O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
+ That o'er the files and musters of the war
+ Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
+ The office and devotion of their view
+ Upon 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 gipsy's lust. \\
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \1, \2, her Ladies,
+ the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her.\)
+
+ Look, where they come:
+ Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
+ The triple pillar of the world transform'd
+ Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
+
+\2 If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
+
+\1 There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
+
+\2 I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
+
+\1 Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
+
+ \(Enter an Attendant.\)
+
+\51 News, my good lord, from Rome. \\
+
+\1 Grates me: the sum.
+
+\2 Nay, hear them, Antony:
+ Fulvia 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.' \\
+
+\1 How, my love!
+
+\2 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?
+ Call 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!
+
+\1 Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
+ Of 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; when suche a mutual pair \[r]Embracing.\]
+ And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
+ On pain of punishment, the world to weet
+ We stand up peerless. \\
+
+\2 Excellent falsehood!
+ Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
+ I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
+ Will be himself. \\
+
+\1 But stirr'd 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?
+
+\2 Hear the ambassadors. \\
+
+\1 Fie, wrangling queen!
+ Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
+ To weep; whose every passion fully strives
+ To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
+ No messenger, but thine; and all alone
+ To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
+ The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
+ Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
+ \[r]Exeunt \1 and \2 with their train.\]
+
+\9 Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
+
+\23 Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
+ He comes too short of that great property
+ Which still should go with Antony. \\
+
+\9 I am full sorry
+ That he approves the common liar, who
+ Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
+ Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+\(Enter \7, \16, \5, and a \71\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
+ almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
+ that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
+ this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
+ with garlands!
+
+\5 Soothsayer!
+
+\71 Your will?
+
+\7 Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\71 In nature's infinite book of secrecy
+ A little I can read.\\
+
+\5 Show him your hand.
+
+ \(Enter \13\)
+
+
+\13 Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
+ Cleopatra's health to drink.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Good sir, give me good fortune.
+
+\71 I make not, but foresee.
+
+\7 Pray, then, foresee me one.
+
+\71 You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
+
+\7 He means in flesh.
+
+\16 No, you shall paint when you are old.
+
+\7 Wrinkles forbid!
+
+\5 Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
+
+\7 Hush!
+
+\71 You shall be more beloving than beloved.
+
+\7 I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
+
+\5 Nay, hear him.
+
+\7 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.
+
+\71 You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
+
+\7 O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
+
+\71 You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
+ Than that which is to approach.
+
+\7 Then belike my children shall have no names:
+ pri\-thee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
+
+\71 If every of your wishes had a womb.
+ And fertile every wish, a million.
+
+\7 Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
+
+\5 You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
+
+\7 Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
+
+\5 We'll know all our fortunes.
+
+\13 Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
+ be--drunk to bed.
+
+\16 There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
+
+\7 E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
+
+\16 Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
+
+\7 Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
+ prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
+ tell her but a worky-day fortune.
+
+\71 Your fortunes are alike.
+
+\16 But how, but how? give me particulars.
+
+\71 I have said.
+
+\16 Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
+
+\7 Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
+ I, where would you choose it?
+
+\16 Not in my husband's nose.
+
+\7 Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,---come,
+ his fortune, his fortune! O, 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 worst
+ follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
+ laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
+ Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
+ matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
+
+\16 Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
+ for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
+ loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
+ foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
+ decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
+
+\7 Amen.
+
+\5 Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
+ cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
+ they'ld do't!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\13 Hush! here comes Antony. \\
+
+\7 Not he; the queen.
+
+ \(Enter \2.\)
+
+\2 Saw you my lord? \\
+
+\13 No, lady. \\
+
+\2 Was he not here?
+
+\7 No, madam.
+
+\2 He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
+ A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
+
+\13 Madam?
+
+\2 Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
+
+\5 Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
+
+\2 We will not look upon him: go with us. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+ \(Enter \1 with a Messenger and Attendants.\)
+
+\60 Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
+
+\1 Against my brother Lucius?
+
+\60 Ay:
+ But soon that war had end, and the time's state
+ Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
+ Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
+ Upon the first encounter, drave them. \\
+
+\1 Well, what worst?
+
+\60 The nature of bad news infects the teller.
+
+\1 When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
+ Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
+ Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
+ I hear him as he flatter'd. \\
+
+\60 Labienus---
+ This is stiff news---hath, with his Parthian force,
+ Extended Asia from Euphrates;
+ His conquering banner shook from Syria
+ To Lydia and to Ionia;
+ Whilst--- \\
+
+\1 Antony, thou wouldst say,--- \\
+
+\60 O, my lord!
+
+\1 Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
+ Name Cleopatra as she is call'd 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. O, then we bring forth weeds,
+ When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
+ Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
+
+\60 At your noble pleasure. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\1 From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
+
+\52 The man from Sicyon,---is there such an one?
+
+\53 He stays upon your will. \\
+
+\1 Let him appear.
+ These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
+ Or lose myself in dotage. \\
+
+ \(Enter another Messenger.\)
+
+ What are you?
+
+\61 Fulvia thy wife is dead. \\
+
+\1 Where died she?
+
+\61 In Sicyon:
+ Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
+ Importeth thee to know, this bears. \\ \[r]Gives a letter.\]
+
+\1 Forbear me.
+ \[r]Exit Second Messenger.\]
+ There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
+ What our contempt 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.
+ I must from this enchanting queen break off:
+ Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
+ My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
+
+ \(Re-enter \13.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\13 What's your pleasure, sir?
+
+\1 I must with haste from hence.
+
+\13 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.
+
+\1 I must be gone.
+
+\13 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, dies 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.
+
+\1 She is cunning past man's thought.
+
+\13 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 as well as Jove.
+
+\1 Would I had never seen her.
+
+\13 O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
+ of work; which not to have been blest withal would
+ have discredited your travel.
+
+\1 Fulvia is dead.
+
+\13 Sir?
+
+\1 Fulvia is dead.
+
+\13 Fulvia!
+
+\1 Dead.
+
+\13 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 women 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 this sorrow.
+
+\1 The business she hath broached in the state
+ Cannot endure my absence.
+
+\13 And the business you have broached here cannot be
+ without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
+ wholly depends on your abode.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 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
+ The 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
+ The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
+ Whose love is never link'd 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,
+ Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
+ For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
+ The sides o' the 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,
+ To such whose place is under us, requires
+ Our quick remove from hence.
+
+\13 I shall do't. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \9.\)
+
+\2 Where is he? \\
+
+\7 I did not see him since.
+
+\2 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
+ That I am sudden sick: quick, and return. \[r]Exit \9\]
+
+\7 Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
+ You do not hold the method to enforce
+ The like from him. \\
+
+\2 What should I do, I do not?
+
+\7 In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
+
+\2 Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
+
+\7 Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
+ In time we hate that which we often fear.
+
+ \(Enter \1.\)
+
+ But here comes Antony. \\
+
+\2 I am sick and sullen.
+
+\1 I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,---
+
+\2 Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
+ It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
+ Will not sustain it. \\
+
+\1 Now, my dearest queen,---
+
+\2 Pray you, stand further from me. \\
+
+\1 What's the matter?
+
+\2 I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
+ What says the married woman? You may go:
+ Would she had never given you leave to come!
+ Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
+ I have no power upon you; hers you are.
+
+\1 The gods best know,--- \\
+
+\2 O, never was there queen
+ So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
+ I saw the treasons planted. \\
+
+\1 Cleopatra,---
+
+\2 Why should I think you can be mine and true,
+ Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
+ Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
+ To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
+ Which break themselves in swearing! \\
+
+\1 Most sweet queen,---
+
+\2 Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
+ But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
+ Then was the time for words: no going then;
+ Eternity 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 turn'd the greatest liar. \\
+
+\1 How now, lady!
+
+\2 I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
+ There were a heart in Egypt. \\
+
+\1 Hear me, queen:
+ The strong necessity of time commands
+ Our 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
+ Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
+ Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
+ Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
+ Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
+ Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
+ And 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.
+
+\2 Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
+ It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
+
+\1 She's dead, my queen:
+ Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
+ The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
+ See when and where she died. \\
+
+\2 O 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.
+
+\1 Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
+ The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
+ As you shall give the advice. By the fire
+ That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
+ Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
+ As thou affect'st. \\
+
+\2 Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
+ But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
+ So Antony loves. \\
+
+\1 My precious queen, forbear;
+ And give true evidence to his love, which stands
+ An honourable trial. \\
+
+\2 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
+ Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
+ Life perfect honour. \\
+
+\1 You'll heat my blood: no more.
+
+\2 You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
+
+\1 Now, by my sword,--- \\
+
+\2 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. \\
+
+\1 I'll leave you, lady.
+
+\2 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,
+ O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
+ And I am all forgotten. \\
+
+\1 But that your royalty
+ Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
+ For idleness itself. \\
+
+\2 'Tis sweating labour
+ To 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 honour calls you hence;
+ Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
+ And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
+ Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
+ Be strew'd before your feet! \\
+
+\1 Let us go. Come;
+ Our separation so abides, and flies,
+ That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
+ And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
+ Away! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, reading a letter, \17,
+ and their Train.\)
+
+\3 You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
+ It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
+ Our great competitor: from Alexandria
+ This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
+ The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
+ Than 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. \\
+
+\17 I must not think there are
+ Evils enow 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,
+ Than what he chooses.
+
+\3 You are too indulgent. Let us 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;
+ To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
+ With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes him,---
+ As his composure must be rare indeed
+ Whom these things cannot blemish,---yet must Antony
+ No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
+ So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
+ 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
+ As 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. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\17 Here's more news.
+
+\60 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
+ That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
+ The discontents repair, and men's reports
+ Give him much wrong'd. \\
+
+\3 I should have known no less.
+ It hath been taught us from the primal state,
+ That he which is was wish'd until he were;
+ And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
+ Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
+ Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
+ Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
+ To rot itself with motion. \\
+
+\61 Caesar, I bring thee word,
+ Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
+ Make the sea serve them, which they ear wound
+ With 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
+ Than could his war resisted. \\
+
+\3 Antony,
+ Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
+ Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
+ Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
+ Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
+ Though daintily brought up, with patience more
+ Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
+ The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
+ Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
+ The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
+ Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
+ The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
+ It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
+ Which some did die to look on: and all this---
+ It wounds thine honour that I speak it now---
+ Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
+ So much as lank'd not. \\
+
+\17 'Tis pity of him.
+
+\3 Let his shames quickly
+ Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
+ Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
+ Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
+ Thrives in our idleness. \\
+
+\17 To-morrow, Caesar,
+ I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
+ Both what by sea and land I can be able
+ To front this present time. \\
+
+\3 Till which encounter,
+ It is my business too. Farewell.
+
+\17 Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
+ Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
+ To let me be partaker. \\
+
+\3 Doubt not, sir;
+ I knew it for my bond. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \18.\)
+
+\2 Charmian!
+
+\7 Madam?
+
+\2 Ha, ha!
+ Give me to drink mandragora. \\
+
+\7 Why, madam?
+
+\2 That I might sleep out this great gap of time
+ My Antony is away. \\
+
+\7 You think of him too much.
+
+\2 O, 'tis treason! \\
+
+\7 Madam, I trust, not so.
+
+\2 Thou, eunuch Mardian! \\
+
+\18 What's your highness' pleasure?
+
+\2 Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
+ In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
+ That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
+ May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
+
+\18 Yes, gracious madam.
+
+\2 Indeed!
+
+\18 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. \\
+
+\2 O Charmian,
+ Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
+ Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
+ O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
+ Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
+ The 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,
+ That 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;
+ There would he anchor his aspect and die
+ With looking on his life. \\
+
+ \(Enter \5, from Caesar.\)
+
+\5 Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
+
+\2 How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
+ Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
+ With his tinct gilded thee.
+ How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
+
+\5 Last thing he did, dear queen,
+ He kiss'd,---the last of many doubled kisses,---
+ This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
+
+\2 Mine ear must pluck it thence. \\
+
+\5 `Good friend,' quoth he,
+ `Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
+ This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
+ To 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 neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
+ Was beastly dumb'd by him. \\
+
+\2 What, was he sad or merry?
+
+\5 Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
+ Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
+
+\2 O well-divided disposition! Note him,
+ Note 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 seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
+ In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
+ O 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?
+
+\5 Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
+ Why do you send so thick? \\
+
+\2 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? \\
+
+\7 O that brave Caesar!
+
+\2 Be choked with such another emphasis!
+ Say, the brave Antony. \\
+
+\7 The valiant Caesar!
+
+\2 By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
+ If thou with Caesar paragon again
+ My man of men. \\
+
+\7 By your most gracious pardon,
+ I sing but after you. \\
+
+\2 My salad days,
+ When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
+ To 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. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene{Messina. Pompey's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \24, \21, and \20, in warlike manner.\)
+
+\24 If the great gods be just, they shall assist
+ The deeds of justest men. \\
+
+\21 Know, worthy Pompey,
+ That what they do delay, they not deny.
+
+\24 Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
+ The thing we sue for. \\
+
+\21 We, ignorant of ourselves,
+ Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
+ Deny us for our good; so find we profit
+ By losing of our prayers. \\
+
+\24 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 the full. Mark Antony
+ In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
+ No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
+ He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
+ Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
+ Nor either cares for him. \\
+
+\20 Caesar and Lepidus
+ Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
+
+\24 Where have you this? 'tis false. \\
+
+\20 From Silvius, sir.
+
+\24 He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
+ Looking 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
+ Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
+ That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
+ Even till a Lethe'd dulness! \\
+
+ \(Enter \31.\)
+
+ How now, Varrius!
+
+\31 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 further travel. \\
+
+\24 I could have given less matter
+ A better ear. Menas, I did not think
+ This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd 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
+ Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
+ The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. \\
+
+\20 I cannot hope
+ Caesar and Antony shall well greet together:
+ His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
+ His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
+ Not moved by Antony. \\
+
+\24 I know not, Menas,
+ How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
+ Were't not that we stand up against them all,
+ '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.
+ Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
+ Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
+ Come, Menas. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. The house of Lepidus.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \13 and \17.\)
+
+\17 Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
+ And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
+ To soft and gentle speech. \\
+
+\13 I shall entreat him
+ To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
+ Let Antony look over Caesar's head
+ And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
+ Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
+ I would not shave't to-day. \\
+
+\17 'Tis not a time
+ For private stomaching. \\
+
+\13 Every time
+ Serves for the matter that is then born in't.
+
+\17 But small to greater matters must give way.
+
+\13 Not if the small come first. \\
+
+\17 Your speech is passion:
+ But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
+ The noble Antony. \\
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \32.\)
+
+\13 And yonder, Caesar.
+
+ \(Enter \3, \19, and \4.\)
+
+\1 If we compose well here, to Parthia:
+ Hark, Ventidius. \\
+
+\3 I do not know,
+ Mecaenas; ask Agrippa. \\
+
+\17 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
+ Our 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 the matter. \\
+
+\1 'Tis spoken well.
+ Were we before our armies, and to fight.
+ I should do thus. \[r]Flourish.\]
+
+\3 Welcome to Rome. \\
+
+\1 Thank you. \\
+
+\3 Sit. \\
+
+\1 Sit, sir. \\
+
+\3 Nay, then.
+
+\1 I learn, you take things ill which are not so,
+ Or being, concern you not.\\
+
+\3 I must be laugh'd at,
+ If, or for nothing or a little, I
+ Should say myself offended, and with you
+ Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should
+ Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
+ It not concern'd me. \\
+
+\1 My being in Egypt, Caesar,
+ What was't to you?
+
+\3 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. \\
+
+\1 How intend you, practised?
+
+\3 You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
+ By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
+ Made wars upon me; and their contestation
+ Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
+
+\1 You do mistake your business; my brother never
+ Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
+ And have my learning from some true reports,
+ That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
+ Discredit my authority with yours;
+ And 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 not to make it with,
+ It must not be with this. \\
+
+\3 You praise yourself
+ By laying defects of judgment to me; but
+ You patch'd up your excuses.\\
+
+\1 Not so, not so;
+ I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
+ Very necessity of this thought, that I,
+ Your 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' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
+ You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
+
+\13 Would we had all such wives, that the men might
+ go to wars with the women!
+
+\1 So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
+ Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
+ Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
+ Did you too much disquiet: for that you must
+ But say, I could not help it. \\
+
+\3 I wrote to you
+ When rioting in Alexandria; you
+ Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
+ Did gibe my missive out of audience. \\
+
+\1 Sir,
+ He fell upon me ere admitted: then
+ Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
+ Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
+ I told him of myself; which was as much
+ As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
+ Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
+ Out of our question wipe him. \\
+
+\3 You have broken
+ The article of your oath; which you shall never
+ Have tongue to charge me with. \\
+
+\17 Soft, Caesar!
+\1 No, Lepidus, let him speak:
+ The honour is sacred which he talks on now,
+ Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar;
+ The article of my oath.
+
+\3 To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
+ The which you both denied. \\
+
+\1 Neglected, rather;
+ And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
+ From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
+ I'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
+ So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
+ To stoop in such a case. \\
+
+\17 'Tis noble spoken.
+
+\19 If it might please you, to enforce no further
+ The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
+ Were to remember that the present need
+ Speaks to atone you.\\
+
+\17 Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.
+
+\13 Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
+ instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
+ Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
+ wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
+
+\1 Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.
+
+\13 That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
+
+\1 You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
+
+\13 Go to, then; your considerate stone.
+
+\3 I do not much dislike the matter, but
+ The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
+ We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
+ So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
+ What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
+ O' the world I would pursue it. \\
+
+\4 Give me leave, Caesar,---
+
+\3 Speak, Agrippa.
+
+\4 Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
+ Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
+ Is now a widower. \\
+
+\3 Say not so, Agrippa:
+ If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
+ Were well deserved of rashness.
+
+\1 I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
+ Agrippa further speak.
+
+\4 To hold you in perpetual amity,
+ To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
+ With an unslipping knot, take Antony
+ Octavia 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,
+ And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
+ Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
+ Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
+ Would, each to other and all loves to both,
+ Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
+ For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
+ By duty ruminated. \\
+
+\1 Will Caesar speak?
+
+\3 Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
+ With what is spoke already. \\
+
+\1 What power is in Agrippa,
+ If I would say, `Agrippa, be it so,'
+ To make this good? \\
+
+\3 The power of Caesar, and
+ His power unto Octavia. \\
+
+\1 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
+ And sway our great designs! \\
+
+\3 There is my hand.
+ 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
+ Fly off our loves again! \\
+
+\17 Happily, amen!
+
+\1 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,
+ Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
+ At heel of that, defy him. \\
+
+\17 Time calls upon's:
+ Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
+ Or else he seeks out us. \\
+
+\1 Where lies he?
+
+\3 About the mount Misenum. \\
+
+\1 What is his strength?
+
+\3 By land, great and increasing: but by sea
+ He is an absolute master. \\
+
+\1 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 talk'd of. \\
+
+\3 With most gladness:
+ And do invite you to my sister's view,
+ Whither straight I'll lead you. \\
+
+\1 Let us, Lepidus,
+ Not lack your company. \\
+
+\17 Noble Antony,
+ Not sickness should detain me.
+
+ \(Flourish. Exeunt \3, \1, and \17.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\19 Welcome from Egypt, sir.
+
+\13 Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
+ honourable friend, Agrippa!
+
+\4 Good Enobarbus!
+
+\19 We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
+ digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
+
+\13 Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
+ made the night light with drinking.
+
+\19 Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and
+ but twelve persons there; is this true?
+
+\13 This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
+ monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
+
+\19 She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to
+ her.
+
+\13 When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
+ his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
+
+\4 There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
+ well for her.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\13 I will tell you.
+ The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
+ Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
+ Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
+ The 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,
+ It beggar'd 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,
+ With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
+ To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
+ And what they undid did. \\
+
+\4 O, rare for Antony!
+
+\13 Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
+ So many mermaids, tended her i' the 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
+ A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
+ Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
+ Her people out upon her; and Antony,
+ Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
+ Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
+ Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
+ And made a gap in nature. \\
+
+\4 Rare Egyptian!
+
+\13 Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
+ Invited her to supper: she replied,
+ It should be better he became her guest;
+ Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,
+ Whom ne'er the word of `No' woman heard speak,
+ Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
+ And for his ordinary pays his heart
+ For what his eyes eat only. \\
+
+\4 Royal wench!
+ She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
+ He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. \\
+
+\13 I saw her once
+ Hop 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.
+
+\19 Now Antony must leave her utterly.
+
+\13 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
+ Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
+ Bless her when she is riggish.
+
+\19 If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
+ The heart of Antony, Octavia is
+ A blessed lottery to him. \\
+
+\4 Let us go.
+ Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
+ Whilst you abide here. \\[.]
+
+\13 Humbly, sir, I thank you.
+ \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1, \3, \22 between them,\\ and Attendants.\)
+
+\1 The world and my great office will sometimes
+ Divide me from your bosom. \\
+
+\22 All which time
+ Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
+ To them for you. \\
+
+\1 Good night, sir. My Octavia,
+ Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
+ I have not kept my square; but that to come
+ Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
+ Good night, sir.
+
+\3 Good night. \[r]Exeunt \3 and \22.\]
+
+ \(Enter Soothsayer.\)
+
+\1 Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?
+
+\71 Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!
+
+\1 If you can, your reason? \\
+
+\71 I see it in
+ My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet
+ Hie you to Egypt again. \\
+
+\1 Say to me,
+ Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?
+
+\71 Caesar's.
+ Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
+ Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
+ Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
+ Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
+ Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
+ Make space enough between you. \\
+
+\1 Speak this no more.
+
+\71 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
+ Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
+ But, he away, 'tis noble. \\
+
+\1 Get thee gone:
+ Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
+
+ \(Exit Soothsayer.\)
+
+ He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
+ He 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 nought; and his quails ever
+ Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
+ And though I make this marriage for my peace,
+ I' the east my pleasure lies. \\
+
+ \(Enter \32.\)
+
+ O, come, Ventidius,
+ You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
+ Follow me, and receive't. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A street.}
+
+
+
+ \(Enter \17, \19, and \4.\)
+
+\17 Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten
+ Your generals after. \\
+
+\4 Sir, Mark Antony
+ Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
+
+\17 Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
+ Which will become you both, farewell. \\
+
+\19 We shall,
+ As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
+ Before you, Lepidus. \\
+
+\17 Your way is shorter;
+ My purposes do draw me much about:
+ You'll win two days upon me. \\
+
+\19 \4 Sir, good success!
+
+\17 Farewell. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \5.\)
+
+\2 Give me some music; music, moody food
+ Of us that trade in love. \\
+
+\99 The music, ho!
+
+ \(Enter \18.\)
+
+\2 Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian.
+
+\7 My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
+
+\2 As well a woman with an eunuch play'd
+ As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
+
+\18 As well as I can, madam.
+
+\2 And when good will is show'd, though't come too short,
+ The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:
+ Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,
+ My music playing far off, I will betray
+ Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
+ Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
+ I'll think them every one an Antony,
+ And say `Ah, ha! you're caught.' \\
+
+\7 'Twas merry when
+ You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
+ Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
+ With fervency drew up. \\
+
+\2 That time,---O times!---
+ I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
+ I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
+ Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
+ Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
+ I wore his sword Philippan. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a \60.\)
+
+ O, from Italy
+ Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
+ That long time have been barren. \\
+
+\60 Madam, madam,---
+
+\2 Antonius 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
+ My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
+ Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
+
+\60 First, madam, he is well. \\
+
+\2 Why, there's more gold.
+ But, sirrah, mark, we use
+ To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
+ The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
+ Down thy ill-uttering throat. \\
+
+\60 Good madam, hear me.
+
+\2 Well, go to, I will;
+ But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
+ Be free and healthful,---so tart a favour
+ To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
+ Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
+ Not like a formal man. \\
+
+\60 Will't please you hear me?
+
+\2 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
+ Rich pearls upon thee. \\
+
+\60 Madam, he's well. \\
+
+\2 Well said.
+
+\60 And friends with Caesar. \\
+
+\2 Thou'rt an honest man.
+
+\60 Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
+
+\2 Make thee a fortune from me. \\
+
+\60 But yet, madam,---
+
+\2 I do not like `But yet,' it does allay
+ The good precedence; fie upon `But yet'!
+ `But yet' is as a gaoler 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.
+
+\60 Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
+ He's bound unto Octavia. \\
+
+\2 For what good turn?
+
+\60 For the best turn i' the bed. \\
+
+\2 I am pale, Charmian.
+
+\60 Madam, he's married to Octavia.
+
+\2 The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
+ \[r]Strikes him down.\]
+
+\60 Good madam, patience. \\
+
+\2 What say you? Hence,
+ \[r]Strikes him again.\]
+
+ Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
+ Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
+ \[r]She hales him up and down.\]
+
+ Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
+ Smarting in lingering pickle. \\
+
+\60 Gracious madam,
+ I that do bring the news made not the match.
+
+\2 Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
+ And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
+ Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
+ And I will boot thee with what gift beside
+ Thy modesty can beg. \\
+
+\60 He's married, madam.
+
+\2 Rogue, thou hast lived too long. \\ \[r]Draws a knife.\]
+
+\60 Nay, then I'll run.
+ What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\7 Good madam, keep yourself within yourself:
+ The man is innocent.
+
+\2 Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
+ Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
+ Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:
+ Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.
+
+\7 He is afeard to come. \\
+
+\2 I will not hurt him.
+ These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
+ A meaner than myself; since I myself
+ Have given myself the cause. \\
+
+ \(Enter \60 again.\)
+
+ Come hither, sir.
+ Though it be honest, it is never good
+ To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
+ An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
+ Themselves when they be felt. \\
+
+\60 I have done my duty.
+
+\2 Is he married?
+ I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
+ If thou again say `Yes.' \\
+
+\60 He's married, madam.
+
+\2 The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
+
+\60 Should I lie, madam? \\
+
+\2 O, I would thou didst,
+ So half my Egypt were submerged and made
+ A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
+ Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
+ Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
+
+\60 I crave your highness' pardon. \\
+
+\2 He is married?
+
+\60 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.
+
+\2 O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
+ That art not what thou'rt 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! \[r]Exit \60\]
+
+\7 Good your highness, patience.
+
+\2 In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
+
+\7 Many times, madam. \\
+
+\2 I am paid for't now.
+ Lead me from hence:
+ I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
+ Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
+ Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
+ Her inclination, let him not leave out
+ The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly. \[r]Exit \5\]
+ Let him for ever go:---let him not---Charmian,
+ Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
+ The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
+ \[To \18\] Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
+ But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Near Misenum.}
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \24 and \20 at one door,
+ with drum and trumpet: at another, \3, \1, \17, \13, \19,
+ with Soldiers marching.\)
+
+\24 Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
+ And we shall talk before we fight. \\
+
+\3 Most meet
+ That first we come to words; and therefore have we
+ Our written purposes before us sent;
+ Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
+ If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
+ And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
+ That else must perish here. \\
+
+\24 To you all three,
+ The senators alone of this great world,
+ Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
+ Wherefore my father should revengers want,
+ Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
+ Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
+ There saw you labouring for him. What was't
+ That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
+ Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
+ With the arm'd rest, courtiers and 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 burthen
+ The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
+ To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
+ Cast on my noble father. \\
+
+\3 Take your time.
+
+\1 Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
+ We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
+ How much we do o'er-count thee. \\
+
+\24 At land, indeed,
+ Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
+ But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
+ Remain in't as thou mayst. \\
+
+\17 Be pleased to tell us---
+ For this is from the present---how you take
+ The offers we have sent you. \\
+
+\3 There's the point.
+
+\1 Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
+ What it is worth embraced. \\
+
+\3 And what may follow,
+ To try a larger fortune. \\
+
+\24 You have made me offer
+ Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
+ Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
+ Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
+ To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
+ Our targes undinted. \\
+
+\3 \1 \17 That's our offer.
+
+\24 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,
+ When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
+ Your mother came to Sicily and did find
+ Her welcome friendly. \\
+
+\1 I have heard it, Pompey;
+ And am well studied for a liberal thanks
+ Which I do owe you. \\
+
+\24 Let me have your hand:
+ I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
+
+\1 The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
+ That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
+ For I have gain'd by 't. \\
+
+\3 Since I saw you last,
+ There is a change upon you. \\
+
+\24 Well, I know not
+ What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
+ But in my bosom shall she never come,
+ To make my heart her vassal. \\
+
+\17 Well met here.
+
+\24 I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
+ I crave our composition may be written,
+ And seal'd between us. \\
+
+\3 That's the next to do.
+
+\24 We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's
+ Draw lots who shall begin. \\
+
+\1 That will I, Pompey.
+
+\24 No, Antony, take the lot: but, first
+ Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
+ Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
+ Grew fat with feasting there. \\
+
+\1 You have heard much.
+
+\24 I have fair meanings, sir. \\
+
+\1 And fair words to them.
+
+\24 Then so much have I heard:
+ And I have heard, Apollodorus carried---
+
+\13 No more of that: he did so. \\
+
+\24 What, I pray you?
+
+\13 A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
+
+\24 I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier? \\
+
+\13 Well;
+ And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
+ Four feasts are toward. \\
+
+\24 Let me shake thy hand;
+ I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
+ When I have envied thy behavior. \\
+
+\13 Sir,
+ 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. \\
+
+\24 Enjoy thy plainness,
+ It nothing ill becomes thee.
+ Aboard my galley I invite you all:
+ Will you lead, lords? \\
+
+\3 \1 \17 Show us the way, sir. \\
+
+\24 Come. \[r]Exeunt all but \20 and \13\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\20 \[Aside.\] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
+ made this treaty.---You and I have known, sir.
+
+\13 At sea, I think.
+
+\20 We have, sir.
+
+\13 You have done well by water.
+
+\20 And you by land.
+
+\13 I will praise any man that will praise me; though it
+ cannot be denied what I have done by land.
+
+\20 Nor what I have done by water.
+
+\13 Yes, something you can deny for your own
+ safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
+
+\20 And you by land.
+
+\13 There I deny my land service. But give me your
+ hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
+ might take two thieves kissing.
+
+\20 All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
+
+\13 But there is never a fair woman has a true face.
+
+\20 No slander; they steal hearts.
+
+\13 We came hither to fight with you.
+
+\20 For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
+ Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
+
+\13 If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.
+
+\20 You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
+ here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
+
+\13 Caesar's sister is called Octavia.
+
+\20 True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
+
+\13 But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.
+
+\20 Pray ye, sir?
+
+\13 'Tis true.
+
+\20 Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
+
+\13 If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would
+ not prophesy so.
+
+\20 I think the policy of that purpose made more in the
+ marriage than the love of the parties.
+
+\13 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.
+
+\20 Who would not have his wife so?
+
+\13 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 shall prove the immediate author of their
+ variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
+ he married but his occasion here.
+
+\20 And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
+ I have a health for you.
+
+\13 I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.
+
+\20 Come, let's away. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+\Scene{On board Pompey's galley, off Misenum.}
+
+
+ \(Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\64 Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are
+ ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world
+ will blow them down.
+
+\65 Lepidus is high-coloured.
+
+\64 They have made him drink alms-drink.
+
+\65 As they pinch one another by the disposition, he
+ cries out `No more;' reconciles them to his
+ entreaty, and himself to the drink.
+
+\64 But it raises the greater war between him and
+ his discretion.
+
+\65 Why, this 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.
+
+\64 To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen
+ to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be,
+ which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \(A sennet sounded. Enter \3, \1, \17, \24,
+ \4, \19, \13, \20, with other captains.\)
+
+\1 \[To \3\] Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o' the Nile
+ By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
+ By the 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,
+ And shortly comes to harvest.
+
+\17 You've strange serpents there.
+
+\1 Ay, Lepidus.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\17 Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
+ operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
+
+\1 They are so.
+
+\24 Sit,---and some wine! A health to Lepidus!
+
+\17 I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
+
+\13 Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
+
+\17 Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies'
+ pyramises are very goodly things; without
+ contradiction, I have heard that.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] Pompey, a word. \\
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Say in mine ear: what is't?
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
+ And hear me speak a word. \\
+
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Forbear me till anon.
+ This wine for Lepidus!
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\17 What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
+
+\1 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 its own organs: it lives by that
+ which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of
+ it, it transmigrates.
+
+\17 What colour is it of?
+
+\1 Of it own colour too.
+
+\17 'Tis a strange serpent.
+
+\1 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
+
+\3 Will this description satisfy him?
+
+\1 With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a
+ very epicure.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!
+ Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
+ Rise from thy stool. \\
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] I think thou'rt mad. The matter?
+ \[r]Rises, and walks aside.\]
+
+\20 I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
+
+\24 Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
+ Be jolly, lords. \\
+
+\1 These quick-sands, Lepidus,
+ Keep off them, for you sink.
+
+\20 Wilt thou be lord of all the world? \\
+
+\24 What say'st thou?
+
+\20 Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
+
+\24 How should that be? \\
+
+\20 But entertain it,
+ And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
+ Will give thee all the world. \\
+
+\24 Hast thou drunk well?
+
+\20 Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
+ Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
+ Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
+ Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. \\
+
+\24 Show me which way.
+
+\20 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. \\
+
+\24 Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
+ And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;
+ In thee't had been good service. Thou must know,
+ 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
+ Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
+ Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,
+ I should have found it afterwards well done;
+ But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
+
+\20 \[Aside.\] For this,
+ I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.
+ Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
+ Shall never find it more. \\
+
+\24 This health to Lepidus!
+
+\1 Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
+
+\13 Here's to thee, Menas! \\
+
+\20 Enobarbus, welcome!
+
+\24 Fill till the cup be hid.
+
+\13 There's a strong fellow, Menas.
+ \[r]Pointing to the Attendant who carries off Lepidus.\]
+
+\20 Why?
+
+\13 A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st not?
+
+\20 The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
+ That it might go on wheels!
+
+\13 Drink thou; increase the reels.
+
+\20 Come.
+
+\24 This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
+
+\1 It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
+ Here is to Caesar! \\
+
+\3 I could well forbear't.
+ It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
+ And it grows fouler. \\
+
+\1 Be a child o' the time.
+
+\3 Possess it, I'll make answer:
+ But I had rather fast from all four days
+ Than drink so much in one. \\
+
+\13 \[To \1\] Ha, my brave emperor!
+ Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
+ And celebrate our drink? \\
+
+\24 Let's ha't, good soldier.
+
+\1 Come, let's all take hands,
+ Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
+ In soft and delicate Lethe. \\
+
+\13 All take hands.
+ Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
+ The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing;
+ The holding every man shall bear as loud
+ As his strong sides can volley.
+ \[r]Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.\]
+ \spatium {1ex} \numerus{}
+ \hskip 8em \textsc{the song}
+ {\Locus \textus {+\widthof{As his}}
+ \Forma \strophae {000011}
+ \numerus{-1}
+ Come, thou monarch of the vine,
+ Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
+ In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
+ With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
+ Cup us, till the world go round,
+ Cup us, till the world go round!
+ }
+ \spatium {1ex} \numerus{+0}
+\3 What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
+ Let me request you off: our graver business
+ Frowns 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
+ Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
+ Good Antony, your hand. \\
+
+\24 I'll try you on the shore.
+
+\1 And shall, sir; give's your hand. \\
+
+\24 O Antony,
+ You have my father's house. But, what? we are friends.
+ Come, down into the boat. \\
+
+\13 Take heed you fall not.
+ \[r]Exeunt all but \13 and \20\]
+
+ Menas, I'll not on shore. \\
+
+\20 No, to my cabin.
+ These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
+ Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
+ To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
+ \[r]Sound a flourish, with drums.\]
+
+\13 Ho! says a' There's my cap.
+
+\20 Ho! Noble captain, come. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Act
+
+
+
+\Scene{A plain in Syria.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \32 as it were in triumph, with \28,
+ and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead
+ body of \persona{Pacorus} borne before him.\)
+
+\32 Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
+ Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
+ Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
+ Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
+ Pays this for Marcus Crassus. \\
+
+\28 Noble Ventidius,
+ Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
+ The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
+ Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
+ The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
+ Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and
+ Put garlands on thy head. \\
+
+\32 O Silius, Silius,
+ I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
+ May 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,
+ One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
+ For quick accumulation of renown,
+ Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
+ Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
+ Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
+ The 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. \\
+
+\28 Thou hast, Ventidius, that
+ Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
+ Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony!
+
+\32 I'll humbly signify what in his name,
+ That magical word of war, we have effected;
+ How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks,
+ The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
+ We have jaded out o' the field. \\
+
+\28 Where is he now?
+
+\32 He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste
+ The weight we must convey with's will permit,
+ We shall appear before him. On there; pass along!
+ \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. An ante-chamber in Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \4 at one door, \13 at another.\)
+
+\4 What, are the brothers parted?
+
+\13 They have dispatch'd 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. \\
+
+\4 'Tis a noble Lepidus.
+
+\13 A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
+
+\4 Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
+
+\13 Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
+
+\4 What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
+
+\13 Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
+
+\4 O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
+
+\13 Would you praise Caesar, say `Caesar:' go no further.
+
+\4 Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
+
+\13 But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
+ Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
+ Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
+ His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
+ Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. \\
+
+\4 Both he loves.
+
+\13 They are his shards, and he their beetle. So;
+ \[r]Trumpets within.\]
+ This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
+
+\4 Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
+
+ \(Enter \3, \1, \17, and \22\)
+
+\1 No further, sir.
+
+\3 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 band
+ Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
+ Let 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
+ This be not cherish'd. \\
+
+\1 Make me not offended
+ In your distrust. \\
+
+\3 I have said. \\
+
+\1 You shall not find,
+ Though you be therein curious, the least cause
+ For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
+ And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
+ We will here part.
+
+\3 Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
+ The elements be kind to thee, and make
+ Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
+
+\22 My noble brother!
+
+\1 The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
+ And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
+
+\22 Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--- \\
+
+\3 What,
+ Octavia? \\
+
+\22 I'll tell you in your ear.
+
+\1 Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
+ Her heart inform her tongue,---the swan's down-feather,
+ That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
+ And neither way inclines.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] Will Caesar weep? \\
+
+\4 \[Aside to \13\] He has a cloud in 's face.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] He were the worse for that, were he a horse;
+ So is he, being a man. \\
+
+\4 \[Aside to \13\] Why, Enobarbus,
+ When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
+ He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
+ When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
+ What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
+ Believe't, till I wept too. \\
+
+\3 No, sweet Octavia,
+ You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
+ Out-go my thinking on you. \\
+
+\1 Come, sir, come;
+ I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
+ Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
+ And give you to the gods. \\
+
+\3 Adieu; be happy!
+
+\17 Let all the number of the stars give light
+ To thy fair way! \\
+
+\3 Farewell, farewell! \\ \[r]Kisses \22\]
+
+\1 Farewell!
+ \[r]Trumpets sound. Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \5\)
+
+\2 Where is the fellow? \\
+
+\5 Half afeard to come.
+
+\2 Go to, go to. Come hither, sir. \\
+
+ \(Enter the \60 as before.\)
+
+
+\5 Good majesty,
+ Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
+ But when you are well pleased. \\
+
+\2 That Herod's head
+ I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone
+ Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.
+
+\60 Most gracious majesty! \\
+
+\2 Didst thou behold
+ Octavia? \\
+
+\60 Ay, dread queen. \\
+
+\2 Where? \\
+
+\60 Madam, in Rome;
+ I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
+ Between her brother and Mark Antony.
+
+\2 Is she as tall as me? \\
+
+\60 She is not, madam.
+
+\2 Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low?
+
+\60 Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.
+
+\2 That's not so good: he cannot like her long.
+
+\7 Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
+
+\2 I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
+ What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
+ If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. \\
+
+\60 She creeps:
+ Her motion and her station are as one;
+ She shows a body rather than a life,
+ A statue than a breather. \\
+
+\2 Is this certain?
+
+\60 Or I have no observance. \\
+
+\7 Three in Egypt
+ Cannot make better note. \\
+
+\2 He's very knowing;
+ I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet:
+ The fellow has good judgment. \\
+
+\7 Excellent.
+
+\2 Guess at her years, I prithee. \\
+
+\60 Madam,
+ She was a widow,--- \\
+
+\2 Widow! Charmian, hark.
+
+\60 And I do think she's thirty.
+
+\2 Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
+
+\60 Round even to faultiness.
+
+\2 For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
+ Her hair, what colour? \\
+
+\60 Brown, madam: and her forehead
+ As low as she would wish it. \\
+
+\2 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;
+ Our letters are prepared. \\ \[r]Exit \60\]
+
+\7 A proper man.
+
+\2 Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
+ That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
+ This creature's no such thing. \\
+
+\7 Nothing, madam.
+
+\2 The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
+
+\7 Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
+ And serving you so long!
+
+\2 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.
+
+\7 I warrant you, madam. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Athens. A room in Antony's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \22\)
+
+\1 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: when perforce he could not
+ But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
+ He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
+ When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
+ Or did it from his teeth. \\
+
+\22 O 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:
+ The good gods me presently,
+ When I shall pray, `O bless my lord and husband!'
+ Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
+ `O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
+ Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
+ 'Twixt these extremes at all. \\
+
+\1 Gentle Octavia,
+ Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
+ Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
+ I lose myself: better I were not yours
+ Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
+ Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
+ I'll raise the preparation of a war
+ Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
+ So your desires are yours. \\
+
+\22 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.
+
+\1 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
+ Your heart has mind to. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \13 and \14, meeting.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\13 How now, friend Eros!
+
+\14 There's strange news come, sir.
+
+\13 What, man?
+
+\14 Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
+
+\13 This is old: what is the success?
+
+\14 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 here, 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.
+
+\13 Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
+ And throw between them all the food thou hast,
+ They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\14 He's walking in the garden---thus; and spurns
+ The rush that lies before him; cries, `Fool Lepidus!'
+ And threats the throat of that his officer
+ That murder'd Pompey. \\
+
+\13 Our great navy's rigg'd.
+
+\14 For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
+ My lord desires you presently: my news
+ I might have told hereafter. \\
+
+\13 'Twill be naught:
+ But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
+
+\14 Come, sir. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, and \19\)
+
+\3 Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
+ In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
+ I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
+ Cleopatra 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
+ He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
+ Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
+ Absolute queen. \\
+
+\19 This in the public eye?
+
+\3 I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
+ His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
+ Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
+ He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
+ Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
+ In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
+ That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
+ As 'tis reported, so. \\
+
+\19 Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
+
+\4 Who, queasy with his insolence
+ Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
+
+\3 The people know it; and have now received
+ His accusations. \\
+
+\4 Who does he accuse?
+
+\3 Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
+ Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
+ His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
+ Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets
+ That Lepidus of the triumvirate
+ Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain
+ All his revenue. \\
+
+\4 Sir, this should be answer'd.
+
+\3 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
+ I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
+ That he his high authority abused,
+ And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
+ I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
+ And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
+ Demand the like. \\
+
+\19 He'll never yield to that.
+
+\3 Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
+
+
+ \(Enter \22 with her train.\)
+
+\22 Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
+
+\3 That ever I should call thee castaway!
+
+\22 You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
+
+\3 Why have you stol'n 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
+ Long ere she did appear; the trees by the 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
+ A 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. \\
+
+\22 Good my lord,
+ To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
+ On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
+ Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
+ My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
+ His pardon for return. \\
+
+\3 Which soon he granted,
+ Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
+
+\22 Do not say so, my lord. \\
+
+\3 I have eyes upon him,
+ And his affairs come to me on the wind.
+ Where is he now? \\
+
+\22 My lord, in Athens.
+
+\3 No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
+ Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
+ Up to a whore; who now are levying
+ The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
+ Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
+ Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
+ Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
+ King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
+ Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
+ Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
+ The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
+ With a more larger list of sceptres. \\
+
+\22 Ay me, most wretched,
+ That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
+ That do afflict each other! \\
+
+\3 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;
+ Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
+ O'er your content these strong necessities;
+ But let determined things to destiny
+ Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
+ Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
+ Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
+ To do you justice, make them ministers
+ Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
+ And ever welcome to us. \\
+
+\4 Welcome, lady.
+
+\19 Welcome, dear madam.
+ Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
+ Only the adulterous Antony, most large
+ In his abominations, turns you off;
+ And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
+ That noises it against us. \\
+
+\22 Is it so, sir?
+
+\3 Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
+ Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Near Actium. Antony's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 and \13\)
+
+\2 I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
+
+\13 But why, why, why?
+
+\2 Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
+ And say'st it is not fit. \\
+
+\13 Well, is it, is it?
+
+\2 If not denounced against us, why should not we
+ Be there in person? \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] 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. \\
+
+\2 What is't you say?
+
+\13 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
+ Manage this war. \\
+
+\2 Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
+ That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
+ And, as the president of my kingdom, will
+ Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
+ I will not stay behind. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \6\)
+
+\13 Nay, I have done.
+ Here comes the emperor. \\
+
+
+\1 Is it not strange, Canidius,
+ That from Tarentum and Brundusium
+ He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
+ And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
+
+\2 Celerity is never more admired
+ Than by the negligent. \\
+
+\1 A good rebuke,
+ Which might have well becomed the best of men,
+ To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
+ Will fight with him by sea. \\
+
+\2 By sea! what else?
+
+\6 Why will my lord do so? \\
+
+\1 For that he dares us to't.
+
+\13 So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
+
+\22 Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
+ Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
+ Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
+ And so should you. \\
+
+\13 Your ships are not well mann'd;
+ Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
+ Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
+ Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
+ Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
+ Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
+ Being prepared for land. \\
+
+\1 By sea, by sea.
+
+\13 Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
+ The absolute soldiership you have by land;
+ Distract your army, which doth most consist
+ Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
+ Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
+ The way which promises assurance; and
+ Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
+ From firm security. \\
+
+\1 I'll fight at sea.
+
+\2 I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
+
+\1 Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
+ And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
+ Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
+ We then can do't at land. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+ Thy business?
+
+\60 The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
+ Caesar has taken Toryne.
+
+\1 Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
+ Strange that power should be. Canidius,
+ Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
+ And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship:
+ Away, my Thetis! \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a Soldier.\)
+
+ How now, worthy soldier?
+
+\66 O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
+ Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
+ This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
+ And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
+ Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
+ And fighting foot to foot. \\
+
+\1 Well, well: away! \[r]Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra and Enobarbus.\]
+
+\66 By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
+
+\6 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. \\
+
+\66 You keep by land
+ The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
+
+\6 Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
+ Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
+ But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
+ Carries beyond belief. \\
+
+\66 While he was yet in Rome,
+ His power went out in such distractions as
+ Beguiled all spies. \\
+
+\6 Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
+
+\66 They say, one Taurus. \\
+
+\6 Well I know the man.
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\60 The emperor calls Canidius.
+
+\6 With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
+ Each minute, some. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{A plain near Actium.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, and \29, with his army, marching.\)
+
+\3 Taurus!
+
+\29 My lord?
+
+\3 Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
+ Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
+ The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies
+ Upon this jump. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the plain.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \13\)
+
+\1 Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
+ In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place
+ We may the number of the ships behold,
+ And so proceed accordingly. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the plain.}
+
+
+ \(\6 marcheth with his land army one way over
+ the stage; and \29, the lieutenant of \3,
+ the other way. After their going in, is
+ heard the noise of a sea-fight.\)
+
+ \(Alarum. Enter \13\)
+
+\13 Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
+ The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
+ With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
+ To see't mine eyes are blasted. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \26\)
+
+\26 Gods and goddesses,
+ All the whole synod of them! \\
+
+\13 What's thy passion!
+
+\26 The greater cantle of the world is lost
+ With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
+ Kingdoms and provinces. \\
+
+\13 How appears the fight?
+
+\26 On our side like the token'd pestilence,
+ Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,---
+ Whom leprosy o'ertake!---i' the midst o' the fight,
+ When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
+ Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
+ The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
+ Hoists sails and flies.
+
+\13 That I beheld:
+ Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
+ Endure a further view. \\
+
+\26 She once being loof'd,
+ The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
+ Claps 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, honour, ne'er before
+ Did violate so itself. \\
+
+\13 Alack, alack!
+
+ \(Enter \6\)
+
+\6 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:
+ O, he has given example for our flight,
+ Most grossly, by his own!
+
+\13 Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night
+ indeed. \\
+
+\6 Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
+
+\26 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
+ What further comes. \\
+
+\6 To Caesar will I render
+ My legions and my horse: six kings already
+ Show me the way of yielding. \\
+
+\13 I'll yet follow
+ The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
+ Sits in the wind against me. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 with Attendants.\)
+
+\1 Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;
+ It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither:
+ I am so lated in the world, that I
+ Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
+ Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
+ And make your peace with Caesar. \\
+
+\99 Fly! not we.
+
+\1 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:
+ My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
+ I follow'd 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
+ Have 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 sea-side straightway:
+ I 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. \[r]Sits down.\]
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 led by \7 and \16; \14 following.\)
+
+\14 Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
+
+\16 Do, most dear queen.
+
+\7 Do! why: what else?
+
+\2 Let me sit down. O Juno!
+
+\1 No, no, no, no, no.
+
+\14 See you here, sir?
+
+\1 O fie, fie, fie!
+
+\7 Madam!
+
+\16 Madam, O good empress!
+
+\14 Sir, sir,---
+
+\1 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 practise had
+ In the brave squares of war: yet now---No matter.
+
+\2 Ah, stand by.
+
+\14 The queen, my lord, the queen.
+
+\16 Go to him, madam, speak to him:
+ He is unqualitied with very shame.
+
+\2 Well then, sustain him: O!
+
+\14 Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
+ Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but
+ Your comfort makes the rescue.
+
+\1 I have offended reputation,
+ A most unnoble swerving. \\
+
+\14 Sir, the queen.
+
+\1 O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
+ How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
+ By looking back what I have left behind
+ 'Stroy'd in dishonour. \\
+
+\2 O my lord, my lord,
+ Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
+ You would have follow'd. \\
+
+\1 Egypt, thou knew'st too well
+ My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
+ And thou shouldst 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. \\
+
+\2 O, my pardon! \\
+
+\1 Now I must
+ To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
+ And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
+ With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
+ Making 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. \\
+
+\2 Pardon, pardon!
+
+\1 Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
+ All that is won and lost: give me a kiss;
+ Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
+ Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
+ Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
+ We scorn her most when most she offers blows. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Egypt. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \11, \30, with others.\)
+
+\3 Let him appear that's come from Antony.
+ Know you him? \\
+
+\11 Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
+ An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
+ He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
+ Which had superfluous kings for messengers
+ Not many moons gone by. \\
+
+ \(Enter Ambassador from \1\)
+
+
+\3 Approach, and speak.
+
+\50 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
+ To his grand sea. \\
+
+\3 Be't so: declare thine office.
+
+\50 Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
+ Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
+ He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
+ To 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,
+ Now hazarded to thy grace. \\
+
+\3 For Antony,
+ I have no ears to his request. The queen
+ Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
+ From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
+ Or take his life there: this if she perform,
+ She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
+
+\50 Fortune pursue thee! \\
+
+\3 Bring him through the bands. \[r]Exit ambassador.\]
+ \[To \30\] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;
+ From 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 touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thidias;
+ Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
+ Will answer as a law. \\
+
+\30 Caesar, I go.
+
+\3 Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
+ And what thou think'st his very action speaks
+ In every power that moves. \\
+
+\30 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \13, \7, and \16\)
+
+\2 What shall we do, Enobarbus? \\
+
+\13 Think, and die.
+
+\2 Is Antony or we in fault for this?
+
+\13 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?
+ The itch of his affection should not then
+ Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
+ When half to half the world opposed, he being
+ The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
+ Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
+ And leave his navy gazing. \\
+
+\2 Prithee, peace.
+
+ \(Enter \1 with the Ambassador.\)
+
+\1 Is that his answer?
+
+\50 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
+ Will yield us up. \\
+
+\50 He says so. \\
+
+\1 Let her know't.
+ To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
+ And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
+ With principalities. \\
+
+\2 That head, my lord?
+
+\1 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
+ Under the service of a child as soon
+ As i' the 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. \[r]Exeunt \1 and Ambassador.\]
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
+ Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the 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,
+ To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
+ Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
+ Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
+ His judgment too. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Servant.\)
+
+\63 A messenger from C\ae{}sar.
+
+\2 What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
+ Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
+ That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. \[r]Exit Servant.\]
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
+ The loyalty well held to fools does make
+ Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
+ To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
+ Does conquer him that did his master conquer
+ And earns a place i' the story.\\
+
+ \(Enter \30\)
+
+\2 Caesar's will?
+
+\30 Hear it apart. \\
+
+\2 None but friends: say boldly.
+
+\30 So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
+
+\13 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. \\
+
+\30 So.
+ Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
+ Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
+ Further than he is Caesar. \\
+
+\2 Go on: right royal.
+
+\30 He knows that you embrace not Antony
+ As you did love, but as you fear'd him. \\
+
+\2 O!
+
+\30 The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
+ Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
+ Not as deserved. \\
+
+\2 He is a god, and knows
+ What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
+ But conquer'd merely. \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] To be sure of that,
+ I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
+ That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
+ Thy dearest quit thee. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\30 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
+ To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
+ To hear from me you had left Antony,
+ And put yourself under his shrowd,
+ The universal landlord. \\
+
+\2 What's your name?
+
+\30 My name is Thidias. \\
+
+\2 Most kind messenger,
+ Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
+ I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
+ To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
+ Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
+ The doom of Egypt. \\
+
+\30 '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
+ My duty on your hand. \\
+
+\2 Your Caesar's father oft,
+ When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
+ Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
+ As it rain'd kisses. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \1 and \13\)
+
+\1 Favours, by Jove that thunders!
+ What art thou, fellow? \\
+
+\30 One that but performs
+ The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
+ To have command obey'd. \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] You will be whipp'd.
+
+\1 Approach, there! 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? I am
+ Antony yet. \\
+
+ \(Enter Servants.\)
+
+ Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
+ Than with an old one dying. \\
+
+\1 Moon and stars!
+ Whip 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,
+ And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
+
+\30 Mark Antony! \\
+
+
+\1 Tug him away: being whipp'd,
+ Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
+ Bear us an errand to him. \[r]Exeunt Servants with Thidias.\]
+ You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
+ Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
+ Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
+ And by a gem of women, to be abused
+ By one that looks on feeders? \\
+
+\2 Good my lord,---
+
+\1 You have been a boggler ever:
+ But when we in our viciousness grow hard---
+ O misery on't!---the wise gods seel our eyes;
+ In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
+ Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
+ To our confusion. \\
+
+\2 O, is't come to this?
+
+\1 I found you as a morsel cold upon
+ Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
+ Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
+ Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
+ Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
+ Though you can guess what temperance should be,
+ You know not what it is. \\
+
+\2 Wherefore is this?
+
+\1 To let a fellow that will take rewards
+ And say `God quit you!' be familiar with
+ My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
+ And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
+ Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
+ The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
+ And to proclaim it civilly, were like
+ A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
+ For being yare about him. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Servant with Thidias.\)
+
+ Is he whipp'd?
+
+\63 Soundly, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
+
+\63 He did ask favour.
+
+\1 If that thy father live, let him repent
+ Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
+ To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
+ Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
+ The white hand of a lady fever thee,
+ Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar,
+ Tell 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,
+ When my good stars, that were my former guides,
+ Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
+ Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
+ My speech and what is done, tell him he has
+ Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
+ He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
+ As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
+ Hence with thy stripes, begone! \[r]Exit Thidias.\]
+
+\2 Have you done yet? \\
+
+\1 Alack, our terrene moon
+ Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
+ The fall of Antony! \\
+
+\2 I must stay his time.
+
+\1 To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
+ With one that ties his points? \\
+
+\2 Not know me yet?
+
+\1 Cold-hearted toward me? \\
+
+\2 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
+ Dissolve 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
+ Have buried them for prey! \\
+
+\1 I am satisfied.
+ Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
+ I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
+ Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
+ Have knit again, and fleet, threatening 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:
+ There's hope in't yet.
+
+\2 That's my brave lord!
+
+\1 I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
+ And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
+ Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
+ Of 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. \\
+
+\2 It is my birth-day:
+ I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
+ Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
+
+\1 We will yet do well.
+
+\2 Call all his noble captains to my lord.
+
+\1 Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night 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,
+ I'll make death love me; for I will contend
+ Even with his pestilent scythe. \[r]Exeunt all but Enobarbus.\]
+
+\13 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,
+ A diminution in our captain's brain
+ Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
+ It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
+ Some way to leave him. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\Scene{Before Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, and \19, with his Army; \3 reading a letter.\)
+
+\3 He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
+ To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
+ He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
+ Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
+ I have many other ways to die; meantime
+ Laugh at his challenge. \\
+
+\19 Caesar must think,
+ When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
+ Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
+ Make boot of his distraction: never anger
+ Made good guard for itself. \\
+
+\3 Let our best heads
+ Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
+ We mean to fight: within our files there are,
+ Of 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 earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1, \2, \13, \7, \16,\\ \5, with others.\)
+
+\1 He will not fight with me, Domitius. \\
+
+\13 No.
+
+\1 Why should he not?
+
+\13 He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
+ He is twenty men to one. \\
+
+\1 To-morrow, soldier,
+ By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
+ Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
+ Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
+
+\13 I'll strike, and cry `Take all.' \\
+
+\1 Well said; come on.
+ Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
+
+ \(Enter three or four Servitors.\)
+
+ Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,
+ Thou hast been rightly honest;---so hast thou;---
+ Thou,---and thou,---and thou:---you have served me well,
+ And kings have been your fellows. \\
+
+\2 \[Aside to \13\] What means this?
+
+\13 \[Aside to \2\] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
+ Out of the mind. \\
+
+\1 And thou art honest too.
+ I wish I could be made so many men,
+ And all of you clapp'd up together in
+ An Antony, that I might do you service
+ So good as you have done. \\
+
+\99 The gods forbid!
+
+\1 Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
+ Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
+ As when mine empire was your fellow too,
+ And suffer'd my command. \\
+
+\2 \relax \[lb]Aside to \13\] What does he mean?
+
+\13 \[Aside to \2\] To make his followers weep. \\
+
+\1 Tend me to-night;
+ May be it is the period of your duty:
+ Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
+ A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
+ 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
+ Married to your good service, stay till death:
+ Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
+ And the gods yield you for't! \\
+
+\13 What mean you, sir,
+ To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
+ And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
+ Transform us not to women. \\
+
+\1 Ho, ho, ho!
+ Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
+ Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty friends,
+ You 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 to-morrow; and will lead you
+ Where rather I'll expect victorious life
+ Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
+ And drown consideration. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Before the palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter two Soldiers to their guard.\)
+
+\67 Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
+
+\68 It will determine one way: fare you well.
+ Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
+
+\67 Nothing. What news?
+
+\68 Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
+
+\67 Well, sir, good night. \\
+
+ \(Enter two other Soldiers.\)
+
+\69 Soldiers, have careful watch.
+
+\67 And you. Good night, good night. \[r]They place themselves in every corner of the stage.\]
+
+\68 Here we: and if to-morrow
+ Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
+ Our landmen will stand up. \\
+
+\67 'Tis a brave army,
+ And full of purpose. \\ \[r]Music of the hautboys as under the stage.\]
+
+\68 Peace! what noise? \\
+
+\67 List, list!
+
+\68 Hark! \\
+
+\67 Music i' the air. \\
+
+\69 Under the earth.
+
+\70 It signs well, does it not? \\
+
+\69 No. \\
+
+\67 Peace, I say!
+ What should this mean?
+
+\68 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
+ Now leaves him. \\
+
+\67 Walk; let's see if other watchmen
+ Do hear what we do? \\
+
+\68 How now, masters! \\
+
+\99 \[Speaking together.\] How now!
+ How now! do you hear this? \\
+
+\67 Ay; is't not strange?
+
+\69 Do you hear, masters? do you hear?
+
+\67 Follow the noise so far as we have quarter;
+ Let's see how it will give off. \\
+
+\99 Content. 'Tis strange. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A room in the palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \2, \7, and others\\ attending.\)
+
+\1 Eros! mine armour, Eros! \\
+
+\2 Sleep a little.
+
+\1 No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
+
+
+ \(Enter \14 with armour.\)
+
+ Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
+ If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
+ Because we brave her: come. \\
+
+\2 Nay, I'll help too.
+ What's this for? \\
+
+\1 Ah, let be, let be! thou art
+ The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
+
+\2 Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be. \\
+
+\1 Well, well;
+ We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
+ Go put on thy defences. \\
+
+\14 Briefly, sir.
+
+\2 Is not this buckled well? \\
+
+\1 Rarely, rarely:
+ He that unbuckles this, till we do please
+ To daff'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 to-day, and knew'st
+ The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
+ A 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,
+ And go to't with delight. \\
+
+\66 A thousand, sir,
+ Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
+ And at the port expect you. \[r]Shout. Trumpets flourish.\]
+
+ \(Enter Captains and Soldiers.\)
+
+\54 The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
+
+\99 Good morrow, general. \\
+
+\1 'Tis well blown, lads:
+ This morning, like the spirit of a youth
+ That means to be of note, begins betimes.
+ So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
+ Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
+ This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable \[r]Kisses her.\]
+
+ And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
+ On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
+ Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
+ Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
+ \[r]Exeunt \1, \14, Captains, and Soldiers.\]
+
+\7 Please you, retire to your chamber. \\
+
+\2 Lead me.
+ He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
+ Determine this great war in single fight!
+ Then Antony,---but now---Well, on. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Antony's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Trumpets sound. Enter \1 and \14; a soldier meeting them.\)
+
+\66 The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
+
+\1 Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
+ To make me fight at land! \\
+
+\66 Hadst thou done so,
+ The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
+ That has this morning left thee, would have still
+ Follow'd thy heels. \\
+
+\1 Who's gone this morning? \\
+
+\66 Who!
+ One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus,
+ He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
+ Say `I am none of thine.' \\
+
+\1 What say'st thou? \\
+
+\66 Sir,
+ He is with Caesar. \\
+
+\14 Sir, his chests and treasure
+ He has not with him. \\
+
+\1 Is he gone? \\
+
+\66 Most certain.
+
+\1 Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
+ Detain 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. O, my fortunes have
+ Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.---Enobarbus! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \3, \4, with \13,\\ and others.\)
+
+\3 Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
+ Our will is Antony be took alive;
+ Make it so known.
+
+\4 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 The time of universal peace is near:
+ Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
+ Shall bear the olive freely. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\60 Antony
+ Is come into the field. \\
+
+\3 Go charge Agrippa
+ Plant those that have revolted in the van,
+ That Antony may seem to spend his fury
+ Upon himself. \[r]Exeunt all but \13\]
+
+\13 Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
+ Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
+ Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
+ And leave his master Antony: for this pains
+ Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
+ That fell away have entertainment, but
+ No honourable trust. I have done ill;
+ Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
+ That I will joy no more. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Soldier of \3's.\)
+
+\66 Enobarbus, Antony
+ Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
+ His bounty overplus: the messenger
+ Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
+ Unloading of his mules. \\
+
+\13 I give it you.
+
+\66 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
+ Continues still a Jove. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\13 I am alone the villain of the earth,
+ And feel I am so most. O Antony,
+ Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
+ My better service, when my turpitude
+ Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
+ If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
+ Shall outstrike 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
+ My latter part of life. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Field of battle between the camps.}
+
+
+ \(Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter \4 and others.\)
+
+\4 Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
+ Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
+ Exceeds what we expected. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+ \(Alarums. Enter \1 and \26 wounded.\)
+
+\26 O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
+ Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
+ With clouts about their heads. \\
+
+\1 Thou bleed'st apace.
+
+\26 I had a wound here that was like a T,
+ But now 'tis made an H. \\
+
+\1 They do retire.
+
+\26 We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
+ Room for six scotches more.
+
+ \(Enter \14\)
+
+\14 They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
+ For a fair victory. \\
+
+\26 Let us score their backs,
+ And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
+ 'Tis sport to maul a runner. \\
+
+\1 I will reward thee
+ Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
+ For thy good valour. Come thee on. \\
+
+\26 I'll halt after. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\newpage
+
+\Scene{Under the walls of Alexandria.}
+
+
+ \(Alarum. Enter \1, in a march; \26, with others.\)
+
+\1 We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
+ And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
+ Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
+ That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
+ For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
+ Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
+ Each 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 honour'd gashes whole. \\
+ \(Enter \2, attended.\)
+ \[l]To \26\] Give me thy hand
+ To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
+ Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world,
+ Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
+ Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
+ Ride on the pants triumphing! \\
+
+\2 Lord of lords!
+ O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
+ The world's great snare uncaught? \\
+
+\1 My nightingale,
+ We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey
+ Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
+ A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
+ Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
+ Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
+ Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
+ As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
+ Destroy'd in such a shape. \\
+
+\2 I'll give thee, friend,
+ An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
+
+\1 He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
+ Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
+ Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
+ Bear our hack'd 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,
+ With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
+ Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
+ That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
+ Applauding our approach. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter a Sentry and his company. \13 follows.\)
+
+\62 If we be not relieved within this hour,
+ We must return to the court of guard: the night
+ Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle
+ By the second hour i' the morn. \\
+
+\72 This last day was
+ A shrewd one to's. \\
+
+\13 O, bear me witness, night,---
+
+\73 What man is this? \\
+
+\72 Stand close, and list him.
+
+\13 Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
+ When men revolted shall upon record
+ Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
+ Before thy face repent! \\
+
+\62 Enobarbus! \\
+
+\73 Peace!
+ Hark further.
+
+\13 O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
+ The 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,
+ And finish all foul thoughts. O 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:
+ O Antony! O Antony! \\
+
+\72 Let's speak To him.
+
+\62 Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
+ May concern Caesar. \\
+
+\72 Let's do so. But he sleeps.
+
+\62 Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
+ Was never yet for sleep. \\
+
+\72 Go we to him.
+
+\73 Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. \\
+
+\72 Hear you, sir?
+
+\62 The hand of death hath raught him. \\
+ \[l]Drums afar off.\] Hark! the drums
+ Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
+ To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
+ Is fully out.
+
+\72 Come on, then; He may recover yet. \[r]Exeunt with the body.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Between the two camps.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \26, with their Army.\)
+
+\1 Their preparation is to-day by sea;
+ We please them not by land.
+
+\26 For both, my lord. \\
+
+\1 I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;
+ We'ld 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
+ Where their appointment we may best discover,
+ And look on their endeavour. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the same.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, and his Army.\)
+
+\3 But being charged, we will be still by land,
+ Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
+ Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
+ And hold our best advantage. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Another part of the same.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \26\)
+
+\1 Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand,
+ I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
+ Straight, how 'tis like to go. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\26 Swallows have built
+ In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
+ Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
+ And 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. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \1\)
+
+\1 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-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
+ Hast 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; begone. \[r]Exit \26\]
+ O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
+ Fortune and Antony part here; even here
+ Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
+ That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
+ Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
+ On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
+ That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
+ O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,---
+ Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
+ Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,---
+ Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
+ Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
+ What, Eros, Eros! \\
+
+ \(Enter \2\)
+
+ Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
+
+\2 Why is my lord enraged against his love?
+
+\1 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
+ For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
+ Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
+ With her prepared nails. \\ \[r]Exit \2\]
+
+ 'Tis well thou'rt gone,
+ If it be well to live; but better 'twere
+ Thou 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' the moon;
+ And with those hands, that grasp'd 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! \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \18\)
+
+\2 Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
+ Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
+ Was never so emboss'd. \\
+
+\7 To the monument!
+ There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
+ The soul and body rive not more in parting
+ Than greatness going off. \\
+
+\2 To the monument!
+ Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
+ Say, that the last I spoke was `Antony,'
+ And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
+ And bring me how he takes my death to the monument! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \14\)
+
+\1 Eros, thou yet behold'st me? \\
+
+\14 Ay, noble lord.
+
+\1 Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
+ A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
+ A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
+ A forked mountain, or blue promontory
+ With 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. \\
+
+\14 Ay, my lord,
+
+\1 That which is now a horse, even with a thought
+ The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
+ As water is in water. \\
+
+\14 It does, my lord.
+
+\1 My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
+ Even 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 annex'd unto't
+ A million more, now lost,---she, Eros, has
+ Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
+ Unto an enemy's triumph.
+ Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
+ Ourselves to end ourselves. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \18\)
+
+ O! thy vile lady!
+ She has robb'd me of my sword. \\
+
+\18 No, Antony;
+ My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
+ With thine entirely. \\
+
+\1 Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
+ She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
+
+\18 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
+ Was `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 render'd life,
+ Thy name so buried in her. \\
+
+\1 Dead, then? \\
+
+\18 Dead.
+
+\1 Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
+ And we must sleep. \[To \18\] That thou depart'st hence safe,
+ Does pay thy labour richly; go.\\ \[r]Exit \18\]
+ Off, pluck off:
+ The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
+ The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
+ Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
+ Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
+ No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go;
+ You have been nobly borne. From me awhile. \[r]Exit \14\]
+ 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,
+ Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour
+ 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,
+ And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
+ Dido and her \AE{}neas shall want troops,
+ And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
+
+ \(Re-enter \14\)
+
+\14 What would my lord? \\
+
+
+\1 Since Cleopatra died,
+ I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
+ Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
+ Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
+ With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
+ The 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
+ The inevitable prosecution of
+ Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
+ Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
+ Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
+ Put colour in thy cheek. \\
+
+
+
+\14 The gods withhold me!
+ Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
+ Though enemy, lost aim, and could not? \\
+
+\1 Eros,
+ Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
+ Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
+ His corrigible neck, his face subdued
+ To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
+ Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
+ His baseness that ensued? \\
+
+\14 I would not see't.
+
+\1 Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured.
+ Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
+ Most useful for thy country. \\
+
+\14 O, sir, pardon me!
+
+\1 When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then
+ To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
+ Or thy precedent services are all
+ But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
+
+\14 Turn from me, then, that noble countenance,
+ Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
+
+\1 Lo thee! \[r]Turning from him.\]
+
+\14 My sword is drawn. \\
+
+\1 Then let it do at once
+ The thing why thou hast drawn it. \\
+
+\14 My dear master,
+ My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
+ Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
+
+\1 'Tis said, man; and farewell.
+
+\14 Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? \\
+
+\1 Now, Eros.
+
+\14 Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
+ Of Antony's death. \\ \[r]Kills himself.\]
+
+\1 Thrice-nobler than myself!
+ Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
+ I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
+ Have 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 lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
+ Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus \[r]Falling on his sword.\]
+ I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
+ The guard, ho! O, dispatch me! \\
+
+
+
+ \(Enter \8 and Guard.\)
+
+\57 What's the noise?
+
+\1 I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
+ Of what I have begun. \\
+
+\58 The star is fall'n.
+
+\57 And time is at his period. \\
+
+\99 Alas, and woe!
+
+\1 Let him that loves me strike me dead. \\
+
+\57 Not I.
+
+\58 Nor I.
+
+\59 Nor any one. \[r]Exeunt Guards.\]
+
+\8 Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
+ This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
+ Shall enter me with him.
+
+
+ \(Enter \10\)
+
+\10 Where's Antony? \\
+
+\8 There, Diomed there. \\
+
+\10 Lives he?
+ Wilt thou not answer, man? \[r]Exit \8\]
+
+\1 Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
+ Sufficing strokes for death. \\
+
+\10 Most absolute lord,
+ My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
+
+\1 When did she send thee? \\
+
+\10 Now, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Where is she?
+
+\10 Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
+ Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw---
+ Which 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,
+ I dread, too late.
+
+\1 Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
+
+\10 What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
+ Come, your lord calls!
+
+ \(Enter four or five of the Guard of \1\)
+
+\1 Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
+ 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
+
+\57 Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
+ All your true followers out. \\
+
+\99 Most heavy day!
+
+\1 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,
+ And have my thanks for all. \[r]Exeunt, bearing \1\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A monument.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 and her maids aloft,\\ with \7 and \16\)
+
+\2 O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
+
+\7 Be comforted, dear madam. \\
+
+\2 No, I will not:
+ All strange and terrible events are welcome,
+ But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
+ Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
+ As that which makes it. \\
+
+ \(Enter, below, \10\)
+
+ How now! is he dead?
+
+\10 His death's upon him, but not dead.
+ Look out o' the other side your monument;
+ His guard have brought him thither. \\
+
+ \(Enter, below, \1, borne by the Guard.\)
+
+\2 O sun,
+ Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand
+ The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
+ Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
+ Help, friends below; let's draw him hither. \\
+
+\1 Peace!
+ Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
+ But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
+
+\2 So it should be, that none but Antony
+ Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
+
+\1 I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
+ I here importune death awhile, until
+ Of many thousand kisses the poor last
+ I lay up thy lips. \\
+
+\2 I dare not, dear,---
+ Dear my lord, pardon,---I dare not,
+ Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
+ Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
+ Be brooch'd 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 honour
+ Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,---
+ Help me, my women,---we must draw thee up:
+ Assist, good friends. \\
+
+\1 O, quick, or I am gone.
+
+\2 Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
+ Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
+ That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power,
+ The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
+ And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,---
+ Wishes were ever fools,---O, come, come, come;
+ \[r]They heave \1 aloft to \2\]
+ And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
+ Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
+ Thus would I wear them out. \\
+
+\99 A heavy sight!
+
+\1 I am dying, Egypt, dying:
+ Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
+
+\2 No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
+ That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
+ Provoked by my offence. \\
+
+\1 One word, sweet queen:
+ Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
+
+\2 They do not go together. \\
+
+\1 Gentle, hear me:
+ None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
+
+\2 My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
+ None about Caesar.
+
+\1 The miserable change now at my end
+ Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
+ In feeding them with those my former fortunes
+ Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
+ The noblest; and do now not basely die,
+ Not cowardly put off my helmet to
+ My countryman,---a Roman by a Roman
+ Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
+ I can no more. \\
+
+\2 Noblest of men, woo't 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,
+ The crown o' the earth doth melt. \\ \[r]\1 dies.\]
+ My lord!
+ O, wither'd 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
+ Beneath the visiting moon. \\ \[r]Faints.\]
+
+\7 O, quietness, lady!
+
+\16 She is dead too, our sovereign. \\
+
+\7 Lady! \\
+
+\16 Madam!
+
+\7 O madam, madam, madam! \\
+
+\16 Royal Egypt,
+ Empress!
+
+\7 Peace, peace, Iras!
+
+\2 No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
+ By such poor passion as the maid that milks
+ And 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 scottish, and impatience does
+ Become 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,
+ Our 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 it after the high Roman fashion,
+ And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
+ This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
+ Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
+ But resolution, and the briefest end.
+ \[r]Exeunt; those above bearing off \1's body.\]
+
+\Act
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, \11, \19, \15,\\ \25, and others, his council of war.\)
+
+\3 Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
+ Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
+ The pauses that he makes. \\
+
+\11 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+ \(Enter \8, with the sword of Antony.\)
+
+\3 Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
+ Appear thus to us? \\
+
+\8 I am call'd Dercetas;
+ Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
+ Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,
+ He 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 thou pleasest not,
+ I yield thee up my life. \\
+
+\3 What is't thou say'st?
+
+\8 I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
+
+\3 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
+ Is not a single doom; in the name lay
+ A moiety of the world. \\
+
+\8 He is dead, Caesar:
+ Not by a public minister of justice,
+ Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
+ Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
+ Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
+ Splitted the heart. This is his sword;
+ I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
+ With his most noble blood. \\
+
+\3 Look you sad, friends?
+ The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
+ To wash the eyes of kings. \\
+
+\4 And strange it is,
+ That nature must compel us to lament
+ Our most persisted deeds. \\
+
+\19 His taints and honours
+ Waged equal with him. \\
+
+\4 A rarer spirit never
+ Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
+ Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
+
+\19 When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
+ He needs must see himself. \\
+
+\3 O Antony!
+ I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
+ Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
+ Have shown to thee such a declining day,
+ Or look 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
+ In 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. Hear me, good friends---
+ 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. \\
+ \(Enter an Egyptian.\)
+ Whence are you?
+
+\12 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
+ To the way she's forced to. \\
+
+\3 Bid her have good heart:
+ She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
+ How honourable and how kindly we
+ Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
+ To be ungentle. \\
+
+\12 So the gods preserve thee! \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 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
+ She 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. \\
+
+\25 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 Gallus, go you along. \[Exit \15\] Where's Dolabella,
+ To second Proculeius? \\
+
+\99 Dolabella!
+
+\3 Let him alone, for I remember now
+ How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
+ Go 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. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. A room in the monument.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, and \16\)
+
+\2 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
+ To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
+ Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
+ Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
+ The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
+
+
+ \(Enter, to the gates of the monument, \25, \15 and Soldiers.\)
+
+\25 Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;
+ And bids thee study on what fair demands
+ Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. \\
+
+\2 What's thy name?
+
+\25 My name is Proculeius. \\
+
+\2 Antony
+ 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,
+ That majesty, to keep decorum, must
+ No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
+ To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
+ He gives me so much of mine own, as I
+ Will kneel to him with thanks. \\
+
+\25 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
+ Your sweet dependency; and you shall find
+ A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
+ Where he for grace is kneel'd to. \\
+
+\2 Pray you, tell him
+ I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
+ The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
+ A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
+ Look him i' the face. \\
+
+\25 This I'll report, dear lady.
+ Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
+ Of him that caused it.
+
+\15 You see how easily she may be surprised:
+ \[To \25 and the Guard.\] Guard her till Caesar come. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\16 Royal queen!
+
+\7 O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
+
+\2 Quick, quick, good hands. \\ \[r]Drawing a dagger.\]
+
+\25 Hold, worthy lady, hold:
+ \[r]Seizes and disarms her.\]
+ Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
+ Relieved, but not betray'd. \\
+
+\2 What, of death too,
+ That rids our dogs of languish? \\
+
+\25 Cleopatra,
+ Do not abuse my master's bounty by
+ The undoing of yourself: let the world see
+ His nobleness well acted, which your death
+ Will never let come forth. \\
+
+\2 Where art thou, death?
+ Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
+ Worthy many babes and beggars! \\
+
+\25 O, temperance, lady!
+
+\2 Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
+ If idle talk will once be necessary,
+ I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,
+ Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
+ Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
+ Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
+ Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
+ And 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
+ My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
+ And hang me up in chains! \\
+
+\25 You do extend
+ These thoughts of horror further than you shall
+ Find cause in Caesar. \\
+
+ \(Enter \11\)
+
+\11 Proculeius,
+ What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
+ And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
+ I'll take her to my guard. \\
+
+\25 So, Dolabella,
+ It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
+ \[To \2\] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
+ If you'll employ me to him. \\
+
+\2 Say, I would die. \[r]Exeunt \25 and Soldiers.\]
+
+\11 Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
+
+\2 I cannot tell. \\
+
+\11 Assuredly you know me.
+
+\2 No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
+ You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
+ Is't not your trick? \\
+
+\11 I understand not, madam.
+
+\2 I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
+ O, such another sleep, that I might see
+ But such another man! \\
+
+\11 If it might please ye,---
+
+\2 His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
+ A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted
+ The little O, the earth. \\
+
+\11 Most sovereign creature,---
+
+\2 His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
+ Crested the world: his voice was propertied
+ As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
+ But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
+ He 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 show'd his back above
+ The element they lived in: in his livery
+ Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
+ As plates dropp'd from his pocket. \\
+
+\11 Cleopatra!
+
+\2 Think you there was, or might be, such a man
+ As this I dream'd of? \\
+
+\11 Gentle madam, no.
+
+\2 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, to imagine
+ And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
+ Condemning shadows quite. \\
+
+\11 Hear me, good madam.
+ Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
+ As answering to the weight: would I might never
+ O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
+ By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
+ My very heart at root. \\
+
+\2 I thank you, sir,
+ Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
+
+\11 I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
+
+\2 Nay, pray you, sir,--- \\
+
+\11 Though he be honourable,---
+
+\2 He'll lead me, then, in triumph?
+
+\11 Madam, he will; I know't.
+
+ \[c]Flourish, and shout within,\\
+ ``\textup{Make way there: Octavius Caesar!}''\]
+
+ \(Enter \3, \15, \25, \19, \27, and others of his Train.\)
+
+\3 Which is the Queen of Egypt?
+
+\11 It is the emperor, madam. \[r]\2 kneels.\]
+
+\3 Arise, you shall not kneel:
+ I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt. \\
+
+\2 Sir, the gods
+ Will have it thus; my master and my lord
+ I must obey. \\
+
+\3 Take to you no hard thoughts:
+ The record of what injuries you did us,
+ Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
+ As things but done by chance. \\
+
+\2 Sole sir o' the world,
+ I cannot project mine own cause so well
+ To make it clear; but do confess I have
+ Been laden with like frailties which before
+ Have often shamed our sex. \\
+
+\3 Cleopatra, know,
+ We will extenuate rather than enforce:
+ If you apply yourself to our intents,
+ Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find
+ A benefit in this change; but if you seek
+ To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
+ Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
+ Of my good purposes, and put your children
+ To that destruction which I'll guard them from,
+ If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
+
+\2 And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,
+ Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall
+ Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
+
+\3 You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
+
+\2 This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
+ I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
+ Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
+
+ \(Enter \27.\)
+
+\27 Here, madam.
+
+\2 This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
+ Upon his peril, that I have reserved
+ To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
+
+\27 Madam,
+ I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
+ Speak that which is not. \\
+
+\2 What have I kept back?
+
+\27 Enough to purchase what you have made known.
+
+\3 Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
+ Your wisdom in the deed. \\
+
+\2 See, Caesar! O, behold,
+ How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;
+ And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
+ The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
+ Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust
+ Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt
+ Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
+ Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog!
+ O rarely base! \\
+
+\3 Good queen, let us entreat you.
+
+\2 O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
+ That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
+ Doing the honour of thy lordliness
+ To one so meek, that mine own servant should
+ Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
+ Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,
+ That I some lady trifles have reserved,
+ Immoment toys, things of such dignity
+ As we greet modern friends withal; and say,
+ Some nobler token I have kept apart
+ For Livia and Octavia, to induce
+ Their mediation; must I be unfolded
+ With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me
+ Beneath the fall I have. \[To \27.\] Prithee, go hence;
+ Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
+ Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,
+ Thou wouldst have mercy on me. \\
+
+\3 Forbear, Seleucus.
+
+ \[r]Exit \27\]
+
+\2 Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought
+ For things that others do; and, when we fall,
+ We answer others' merits in our name,
+ Are therefore to be pitied. \\
+
+\3 Cleopatra,
+ Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged,
+ Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours,
+ Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
+ Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with you
+ Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
+ Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen;
+ For we intend so to dispose you as
+ Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
+ Our care and pity is so much upon you,
+ That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
+
+\2 My master, and my lord! \\
+
+\3 Not so. Adieu. \[r]Flourish. Exeunt \3 and his train.\]
+
+\2 He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
+ Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
+ \[r]Whispers \7\]
+
+\16 Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
+ And we are for the dark. \\
+
+\2 Hie thee again:
+ I have spoke already, and it is provided;
+ Go put it to the haste. \\
+
+\7 Madam, I will.
+
+ \(Re-enter \11\)
+
+\11 Where is the queen? \\
+
+\7 Behold, sir. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\2 Dolabella!
+
+\11 Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
+ Which my love makes religion to obey,
+ I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
+ Intends his journey; and within three days
+ You with your children will he send before:
+ Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
+ Your pleasure and my promise. \\
+
+\2 Dolabella,
+ I shall remain your debtor. \\
+
+\11 I your servant,
+ Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
+
+\2 Farewell, and thanks. \\ \[r]Exit \11\]
+ Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
+ Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
+ In Rome, as well as I mechanic slaves
+ With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
+ Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
+ Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
+ And forced to drink their vapour. \\
+
+\16 The gods forbid!
+
+\2 Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors
+ Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
+ Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
+ Extemporally will stage us, and present
+ Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
+ Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
+ Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
+ I' the posture of a whore. \\
+
+\16 O the good gods!
+
+\2 Nay, that's certain.
+
+\16 I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
+ Are stronger than mine eyes. \\
+
+\2 Why, that's the way
+ To fool their preparation, and to conquer
+ Their most absurd intents. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \7\)
+
+ Now, Charmian!
+ Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
+ My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
+ To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
+ Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
+ And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
+ To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
+ \[r]Exit \16. A noise within.\]
+ Wherefore's this noise? \\
+
+ \(Enter a Guardsman.\)
+
+\56 Here is a rural fellow
+ That will not be denied your highness presence:
+ He brings you figs.
+
+\2 Let him come in. \\ \[r]Exit Guardsman.\]
+ What poor an instrument
+ May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
+ My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
+ Of woman in me: now from head to foot
+ I am marble-constant; now the fleeting moon
+ No planet is of mine. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown bringing in a basket.\)
+
+\56 This is the man.
+
+\2 Avoid, and leave him. \[r]Exit Guardsman.\]
+
+ Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
+ That kills and pains not?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\55 Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party
+ that should desire you to touch him, for his biting
+ is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or
+ never recover.
+
+\2 Rememberest thou any that have died on't?
+
+\55 Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of
+ them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman,
+ but something given to lie; as a woman should not
+ do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the
+ biting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she makes
+ a very good report o' the worm; but he that will
+ believe all that they say, shall never be saved by
+ half that they do: but this is most fallible, the
+ worm's an odd worm.
+
+\2 Get thee hence; farewell.
+
+\55 I wish you all joy of the worm.
+ \[r]Setting down his basket.\]
+
+\2 Farewell.
+
+\55 You must think this, look you, that the worm will
+ do his kind.
+
+\2 Ay, ay; farewell.
+
+\55 Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the
+ keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no
+ goodness in worm.
+
+
+\2 Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
+
+\55 Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is
+ not worth the feeding.
+
+\2 Will it eat me?
+
+\55 You must not think I am so simple but I know the
+ devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that a
+ woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her
+ not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the
+ gods great harm in their women; for in every ten
+ that they make, the devils mar five.
+
+\2 Well, get thee gone; farewell.
+
+\55 Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \(Re-enter \16 with a robe, crown and other jewels.\)
+
+\2 Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
+ Immortal longings in me: now no more
+ The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
+ Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
+ Antony call; I see him rouse himself
+ To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
+ The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
+ To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
+ Now to that name my courage prove my title!
+ I am fire and air; my other elements
+ I give to baser life. So; have you done?
+ Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
+ Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
+ \[r]Kisses them. \16 falls and dies.\]
+ Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
+ If thou and nature can so gently part,
+ The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
+ Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
+ If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
+ It is not worth leave-taking.
+
+\7 Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
+ The gods themselves do weep! \\
+
+\2 This proves me base:
+ If she first meet the curled Antony,
+ He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
+ Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,
+ \[To an asp, which she applies to her breast.\] %
+ With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
+ Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
+ Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,
+ That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
+ Unpolicied! \\
+
+\7 O eastern star! \\
+
+\2 Peace, peace!
+ Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
+ That sucks the nurse asleep? \\
+
+\7 O, break! O, break!
+
+\2 As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,---
+ O Antony!---Nay, I will take thee too.
+ \[r]Applying another asp to her arm.\]
+ What should I stay--- \[r]Dies.\]
+
+\7 In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
+ Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
+ A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
+ And golden Phoebus never be beheld
+ Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
+ I'll mend it, and then play.
+
+ \(Enter the Guard, rushing in.\)
+
+\57 Where is the queen? \\
+
+\7 Speak softly, wake her not.
+
+\57 Caesar hath sent--- \\
+
+\7 Too slow a messenger.
+ \[r]Applies an asp.\]
+ O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
+
+\57 Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
+
+\58 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
+
+\57 What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
+
+\7 It is well done, and fitting for a princess
+ Descended of so many royal kings.
+ Ah, soldier! \[r]Dies.\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \11\)
+
+\11 How goes it here? \\
+
+\58
+
+\11 Caesar, thy thoughts
+ Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
+ To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
+ So sought'st to hinder.
+ \[r]Within `\textup{A way there, a way for Caesar!}'\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \3 and all his train marching.\)
+
+\11 O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
+ That you did fear is done. \\
+
+\3 Bravest at the last,
+ She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
+ Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
+ I do not see them bleed. \\
+
+\11 Who was last with them?
+
+\57 A simple countryman, that brought her figs:
+ This was his basket. \\
+
+\3 Poison'd, then. \\
+
+\57 O Caesar,
+ This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:
+ I found her trimming up the diadem
+ On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
+ And on the sudden dropp'd. \\
+
+\3 O noble weakness!
+ If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
+ By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
+ As she would catch another Antony
+ In her strong toil of grace. \\
+
+\11 Here, on her breast,
+ There is a vent of blood and something blown:
+ The like is on her arm.
+
+\57 This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
+ Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
+ Upon the caves of Nile. \\
+
+\3 Most probable
+ That so she died; for her physician tells me
+ She hath pursued conclusions infinite
+ Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
+ And bear her women from the monument:
+ She shall be buried by her Antony:
+ No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
+ A pair so famous. High events as these
+ Strike those that make them; and their story is
+ No less in pity than his glory which
+ Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
+ In solemn show attend this funeral;
+ And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
+ High order in this great solemnity. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
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+\BackMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\chapter {Appendices}
+
+\section{`An arm-gaunt steed'}
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+\section{Mislineation}
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+\section{Punctuation}
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+\section{Scenes \textsc{iv}.xv and \textsc{v}.ii}
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+\section{Extracts from North's \textit{Plutarch}}
+
+\prosa
+
+%LXVI.
+\noindent When the skirmish began, and that they came to join, there was no
+great hurt at the first meeting, neither did the ships vehemently hit
+one against the other, as they do commonly in fight by sea. For on the
+other side Antonius' ships, for their heaviness, could not have the
+strength and swiftness to make their blows of any force: and Caesar's
+ships on the other side took great heed not to rush and shock with
+the forecastles of Antonius' ships, whose prows were armed with great
+brazen spurs. Furthermore they durst not flank them, because their
+points were easily broken, which way soever they came to set upon his
+ships, that were made of great main square pieces of timber, bound
+together with great iron pins: so that the battle was much like unto a
+battle by land, or to speak more properly, to the assault of a city.
+For there were always three or four of Caesar's ships about one of
+Antonius' ships, and the soldiers fought with their pikes, halbards
+and darts, and threw halbards and darts with fire. Antonius' ships on
+the other side bestowed among them, with their crossbows and engines
+of battery, great store of shot from their high towers of wood that
+were set upon their ships. Now Publicola seeing Agrippa put forth his
+left wing of Caesar's army, to compass in Antonius' ships that fought,
+he was driven also to loof off to have more room, and to go a little
+at one side, to put those farther off that were afraid, and in the
+midst of the battle, for they were sore distressed by Arruntius.
+Howbeit the battle was yet of even hand, and
+the victory doubtful, being indifferent to both: when suddenly they
+saw the threescore ships of
+\gloss{Cleopatra flieth.}
+Cleopatra busily about their yard-masts,
+and hoising sail to fly. So they fled through the middest of them that
+were in fight, for they had been placed behind the great ships, and
+did marvellously disorder the other ships. For the enemies themselves
+wondered much to see them sail in that sort, with full sail towards
+Peloponnesus.
+There \gloss{The soul of a lover liveth in another body.} Antonius
+shewed plainly, that he had not only lost the courage and heart of an
+emperor, but also of a valiant man; and that he was not his own man
+(proving that true which an old man spake in mirth, that the soul of
+a lover lived in another body, and not in his own); he was so carried
+away with the vain love of this woman, as if he had been glued unto
+her, and that she could not have removed without moving of him also.
+For \gloss{Antonius flieth after Cleopatra.} when he saw Cleopatra's
+ship under sail, he forgot, forsook, and betrayed them that fought for
+him, and imbarked upon a galley with five banks of oars, to follow her
+that had already begun to overthrow him, and would in the end be his
+utter destruction.
+%LXVII.
+When she knew his galley afar off, she lift up a sign in the poop
+of her ship; and so Antonius, coming to it, was plucked up where Cleopatra
+was: howbeit he saw her not at his first coming, nor she him, but went and sat
+down alone in the prow of his ship, and said never a word, clapping his head
+between both his hands. In the meantime came certain light brigantines of
+Caesar's, that followed him hard. So Antonius straight turned the prow of his
+ship, and presently put the rest to flight, saving one Eurycles a
+Lacedaemonian, that followed him near, and pressed upon him with great
+courage, shaking a dart in his hand over the prow, as though he would have
+thrown it unto Antonius. Antonius seeing him, came to the forecastle of his
+ship, and asked him what he was that durst follow Antonius so near?
+``I am,'' answered he, ``Eurycles the son of Lachares, who through Caesar's good fortune
+seeketh to revenge the death of my father.'' This Lachares was condemned of
+felony, beheaded by Antonius. But yet Eurycles durst not venture upon
+Antonius' ship, but set upon the other admiral galley (for there were two),
+and fell upon him with such a blow of his brazen spur that was so heavy and
+big, that he turned her round, and took her, with another that was loden
+with very rich stuff and carriage. After Eurycles had left Antonius, he
+turned again to his place, and sat down, speaking never a word, as he did
+before: and so lived three days alone, without speaking to any man. But when
+he arrived at the head of Taenarus, there Cleopatra's women first brought
+Antonius and Cleopatra to speak together, and afterwards to sup and lie
+together. Then began there again a great number of merchants' ships to gather
+about them, and some of their friends that had escaped from this overthrow,
+who brought news' that his army by sea was overthrown, but that they thought
+the army by land was yet whole. Then Antonius sent unto Canidius, to return
+with his army into Asia by
+\gloss{Antonius licenceth his\\ friends to\\ depart, and giveth
+them\\ a shippe\\ loaden with\\ gold and\\ silver.} Macedon.
+Now for himself, he determined to cross over into Af\-ri\-ca, and took
+one of his carects or hulks loden with gold and silver, and other rich
+carriage and gave it unto his friends, commanding them to depart, and
+seek to save themselves. They answered him weeping, that they would
+neither do it, nor yet forsake him. Then Antonius very courteously
+and lovingly did comfort them, and prayed them to depart; and wrote
+unto Theophilus, governor of Corinth, that he would see them safe, and
+help to hide them in some secret place, until they had made their way
+and peace with Caesar. This Theophilus was the father of Hipparchus,
+who was had in great estimation about Antonius. He was the first of
+all his enfranchised bondmen that revolted from him, and yielded unto
+Caesar, and afterwards went and dwelt at Corinth.
+%LXVIII.
+And thus it stood with Antonius. Now \gloss{Antonius' navy overthrown
+by Caesar.} for his army by sea, that fought before the head or
+foreland of Actium, they held out a long time, and nothing troubled
+them more than a great boisterous wind that rose full in the prows of
+their ships, and yet with much ado his navy was at length overthrown,
+five hours within night. There were not slain above five thousand
+men: but yet there were three hundred ships taken, as Octavius Caesar
+writeth himself in his Commentaries. Many plainly saw Antonius fly,
+and yet could very hardly believe it, that he, that had nineteen
+legions whole by land, and twelve thousand horsemen upon the sea-side,
+would so have forsaken them, and have fled so cowardly, as it he
+had not oftentimes proved both the one and the other fortune, and
+that he had not been thoroughly acquainted with the diverse changes
+and fortunes of battles. And yet his soldiers still wished for him,
+and ever hoped that he would come by some means or other unto them.
+Furthermore, they shewed themselves so valiant and faithful unto him,
+that after they certainly knew he was fled, they kept themselves whole
+together seven days.
+In the end Canidius, Antonius' lieutenant, flying by night,
+\gloss{Antonius' legions do yield themselves unto Octavius Caesar.}
+and forsaking his camp, when they saw themselves thus destitute of their heads
+and leaders, they yielded themselves unto the stronger. This done,
+Caesar sailed towards Athens, and there made peace with the Grecians,
+and divided the rest of the corn that was taken up for Antonius'
+army, unto the towns and cities of Greece, the which had been brought
+to extreme misery and poverty, clean without money, slaves, horse,
+and other beasts of carriage. So that my grandfather Nicarchus told
+that all the citizens of our city of Chaer\-o\-ne\-a (not one excepted)
+were driven themselves to carry a certain measure of corn on their
+shoulders to the sea-side, that lieth directly over against the ile of
+Anticyra, and yet were they driven thither with whips. They carried
+it thus but once: for the second time that they were charged again to
+make the like carriage, all the corn being ready to be carried, news
+came that Antonius had lost the battle, and so scaped our poor city.
+For Antonius' soldiers and deputies fled immediately, and the citizens
+divided the corn amongst them.
+%LXIX.
+Antonius being arrived in Lybia, he sent Cleopatra before into Egypt
+from the city of Paraetonium; and he himself remained very solitary,
+having only two of his friends with him, with whom he wandered up and
+down, both of them orators, the one Aristocrates a Grecian, and the
+other Lucilius a Roman: of whom we have written in another place,
+\gloss{Lucilius spoken of in Brutus' life.} that, at the battle where
+Brutus was overthrown by the city of Philippes, he came and willingly
+put himself into the hands of those that followed Brutus, saying that
+it was he: because Brutus in the meantime might have liberty to save
+himself.
+And afterwards, because Antonius saved his life, he still remained with
+him, and was very faithful \gloss{The fidelity of Lucilius unto Antonius.}
+and friend\-ly unto him till his death. But when Antonius
+heard that he whom he had trusted with the government of Lybia, and
+unto whom he had given the charge of his army there, had yielded
+unto Caesar, he was so mad withal, that he would have slain himself
+for anger, had not his friends about him withstood him, and kept him
+from it. So \gloss {The wonderful attempt of Cleopatra.} he went unto
+Alexandria, and there found Cleopatra about a wonderful enterprise,
+and of great attempt. Betwixt the Red Sea and the sea between the
+lands that point upon the coast of Egypt, there is a little piece of
+land that divideth both the seas, and separateth Africk from Asia:
+the which streight is so narrow at the end where the two seas are
+narrowest, that it is not above three hundred furlongs over. Cleopatra
+went about to lift her ships out of the one sea, and to hale them over
+the bank into the other sea: that when her ships were come into the
+gulf of Arabia, she might then carry all her gold and silver away, and
+so with a great company of men go and dwell in some place about the
+Ocean Sea, far from the sea Mediterraneum, to escape the danger and
+bondage of this war. But now, because the Arabians dwelling about the
+city of Petra, did burn the first ships that were brought to land, and
+that Antonius thought that his army by land which he left at Actium
+was yet whole, she left off her enterprise, and determined to keep
+all the ports and passages of her realm. Antonius,
+he forsook the city and company of his friends, and built him a house
+in the sea by the ile of Pharos, upon certain forced mounts which he
+caused to be cast into the sea, and dwelt there as a man that banished
+himself from all men's company: saying that he would lead Timon's
+life, \gloss{Antonius followeth the life and example of Timon Misanthropos
+the Athenian.} because he had the like wrong offered him, that was before
+offered unto Timon: and that for the unthankfulness of those he had
+done good unto, and whom he took to be his friends, he was angry with
+all men and would trust no man.
+% LXX.
+This Timon was a citizen of Athens, that lived about the war of
+Peloponnesus, as appeareth by Plato \gloss{Plato and Aristophanes'
+testimony of Timon Misanthropos, what he was.} and Aristophanes'
+comedies: in the which they mocked him, calling him a viper and
+malicious man unto mankind, to shun all other men's companies but the
+company of young Alcibiades, a bold and insolent youth, whom he would
+greatly feast and make much of, and kissed him very gladly. Apemantus
+wondering at it, asked him the cause what he meant to make so much
+of that young man alone, and to hate all others: Timon answered
+him, ``I do it,'' said he, ``because I know that one day he shall do
+great mischief unto the Athenians.'' This Timon sometimes would have
+Apemantus in his company, because he was much like of his nature and
+conditions, and also followed him in manner of life. On a time when
+they solemnly celebrated the feast called Choe at Athens (to wit,
+the feasts of the dead where they make sprinklings and sacrifices
+for the dead) and that they two then feasted together by themselves,
+Apemantus said unto the other: ``O, here is a trim banquet, Timon!''
+Timon answered again: ``Yea,'' said he, ``so thou wert not here.'' It
+is reported of him also, that this Timon on a time (the people being
+assembled in the marI;et-place about dispatch of some affairs) got up
+into the pulpit for orations, where the orators commonly use to speak
+unto the people: and silence being made, every man listening to hear
+what he would say, because it was a wonder to see him in that place,
+at length he began to speak in this manner: ``My lords of Athens, I
+have a little yard at my house where there groweth a fig-tree, on the
+which many citizens have hanged themselves: and because I mean to make
+some building on the place, I thought good to let you all understand
+it, that, before the figtree be cut down, if any of you be desperate,
+you may there in time go hang yourselves.'' He died in the city of
+Hales, and was buried upon the sea-side. Now it chanced so, that
+the sea getting in, it compassed his tomb round about, that no man
+could come to it: and upon the same was written this epitaph: Here
+\gloss{The epitaph of Timon Misanthropos.} dies a wretched corse, of
+wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
+wretches left! It is reported that Timon himself, when he lived, made
+this epitaph: for that which is commonly rehearsed was not his, but
+made by the poet Callimachus: Here lie I, Timon, who alive all living
+men did hate: Pass by and curse thy fill: but pass, and stay not here
+thy gate.
+%LXXI.
+Many other things could we tell you of this Timon, but this Little
+shall suffice at this present. But now to return to Antonius again.
+Canidius himself came to bring him news, that he had lost all his
+army by land at Actium: on the other side he was advertised also,
+that Herodes king of Jurie, who had also certain legions and bands
+with him, was revolted unto Caesar, and all the other kings in like
+manner: so that, saving those that were about him, he had none left
+him. All this notwithstanding did nothing trouble him: and it
+seemed that he was contented to forgo all his hope, and so to be rid
+of all his cares and troubles. Thereupon he left his solitary house
+\gloss{Antonius' rioting in Alexandria after his great loss
+and overthrow.} he had built by the sea, which he called Timoneon and Cleopatra received
+him into her royal palace. He was no sooner come thither, but he
+straight set all the city on rioting and banqueting again, and himself
+to liberality and gifts. He caused the son of Julius Caesar
+\gloss{Toga virilis. Antyllus the eldest son of Antonius by his wife Fulvia.}
+and Cleopatra to be enrolled (according to the manner of the Romans)
+amongst the number of young men: and gave Antyllus, his eldest son he
+had by Fulvia, the man's gown, the which was a plain gown without gard
+or embroderie, of purple. For these things, there was kept great feasting, banqueting
+and dancing in Alexandria many days together. Indeed they did break
+their first order \gloss {An order erected by Antonius
+and Cleopatra, called Synapothanumenon, revoking the former called
+Amimetobion.} they had set down, which they called Amimetobion (as
+much to say, 'no life comparable'), and did set up another, which they
+called Synapothanumenon (signifying the order and agreement of those
+that will die together), the which in exceeding sumptuousness and cost
+was not inferior to the first. For their friends made themselves to be
+enrolled in this order of those that would die together, and so made
+great feasts one to another: for every man, when it came to his turn,
+feasted their whole company and fraternity.
+Cleopatra \gloss {Cleopatra very busy in proving the force of poison.}
+in the meantime was very careful in gathering all sorts of poisons
+together, to destroy men. Now to make proof of those poisons which
+made men die with least pain, she tried it upon condemned men in
+prison. For when she saw the poisons that were sudden and vehement,
+and brought speedy death with grievous torments; and in contrary
+manner, that such as were more mild and gentle had not that quick
+speed and force to make one die suddenly: she afterwards went about to
+prove the stinging of snakes and adders, and made some to be applied
+unto men in her sight, some in one sort, some in another. So
+\gloss {The property of the biting of an aspick.} when she had daily made
+divers and sundry proofs, she found none of them all she had proved so
+fit as the biting of an aspick, the which causeth only a heaviness of
+the head, without swooning or complaining, and bringeth a great desire
+also to sleep, with a little sweat in the face; and so by little and
+little taketh away the senses and vital powers, no living creature
+perceiving that the patients feel any pain. For they are so sorry when
+any body awaketh them and taketh them up, as those that be taken out
+of a sound sleep are very heavy and desirous to sleep
+% LXXII.
+This notwithstanding, they sent ambassadors unto Octavius Caesar
+in Asia, Cleopatra requesting the realm of Egypt for their children,
+and Antonius
+\gloss {Antonius and Cleopatra send ambassadors unto Octavius
+Caesar.}praying that he might be suffered to live at Athens
+like a private man, if Caesar would not let him remain in Egypt. And
+because they had no other men of estimation about them, for that
+some were fled, and those that remained they did not greatly trust,
+they were enforced to send Euphronius, the schoolmaster of their
+children. For Alexas Laodicean, who was brought into Antonius' house
+and favour by means of Timagenes, and afterwards was in greater credit
+with him than any other Grecian (for that he had ever been one of
+Cleopatra's ministers to win Antonius, and to overthrow all his good
+determinations to use his wife Octavia well?: him Antonius had sent
+unto Herodes king of Jurie, hoping still to keep him his friend, that
+he should not revolt from him. But he remained there, and betrayed
+Antonius. For where he should have kept Herodes from revolting from
+him, he persuaded him to turn to Caesar: and trusting king Herodes,
+he presumed to come in Caesar's presence. Howbeit Herodes did him no
+pleasure, for he was presently taken prisoner, and sent in chains
+\gloss {Alexas' treason justly punished.}
+to his own country, and there by Caesar's commandment put to death.
+Thus was Alexas, in Antonius' life-time, put to death for betraying of
+him.
+%LXXIII.
+Furthermore, Caesar would not grant unto Antonius' requests: but
+for Cleopatra, he made her answer, that he would deny her nothing
+reasonable, so that she would either put Antonius to death, or drive
+him out of her country. Therewithal he sent Thyreus one of his men
+unto her, a very wise and discreet man: who bringing letters of
+credit from a young lord unto a noble lady, and that besides greatly
+liked her beauty, might easily by his eloquence have persuaded her.
+He was longer in talk with her than any man else was, and the queen
+herself also did him great honour: insomuch as he made Antonius
+jealous of him. Whereupon Antonius caused him to be taken and well
+favouredly whipped, and so sent him unto Caesar: and bad him tell
+him, that he made him angry with him, because he shewed himself
+proud and disdainful towards him; and now specially, when he was
+easy to be angered, by reason of his present misery. ``To be short,
+if this mislike thee,'' said he, ``thou hast Hipparchus, one of my
+enfranchised bondmen, with thee: hang him if thou wilt, or whip him at
+thy pleasure, that we may cry quittance.'' From henceforth Cleopatra,
+to clear herself of the suspicion he had of her, made more of him than
+ever she did. For first of all, where she did solemnize the day of
+her birth very meanly and sparingly, fit for her present misfortune,
+she now in contrary manner did keep it with such solemnity, that she
+exceeded all measure of sumptuousness and magnificence: so that the
+guests that were bidden to the feasts, and came poor, went away rich.
+Now things passing thus, Agrippa by divers letters sent one after
+another unto Caesar, prayed him to return to Rome, because the affairs
+there did of necessity require his person and presence.
+%LXXIV.
+Thereupon he did defer the war till the next year following: but when
+winter was done, he returned again through Syria by the coast of
+Africa, to make wars a\-gainst Antonius and his other captains. When
+the city of Pelusium was taken, \gloss {Pelusium was yielded up to
+Octavius Caesar.} there ran a rumour in the city, that Seleucus (by
+Cleopatra's consent) had surrendered the same. But to clear herself
+that she did not, Cleopatra brought Seleucus' wife and children unto
+Antonius, to be revenged of them at his pleasure.
+Furthermore, \gloss {Cleopatra's monuments set up by the temple
+of Isis.} Cleopatra had long before made many sumptuous tombs and
+monuments, as well for excellency of workmanship, as for height and
+greatness of building, joining hard to the temple of Isis. Thither she
+caused to be brought all the treasure and precious things she had of
+the ancient kings her predecessors: as gold, silver, emeralds, pearls,
+ebony, ivory, and cinnamon, and besides all that, a marvellous number
+of torches, faggots, and flax. So Octavius Caesar, being afraid to
+lose such a treasure and mass of riches, and that this woman for spite
+would set it on fire and burn it every whit, he always sent some one
+or other unto her from him, to put her in good comfort, whilst he in
+the meantime drew near the city with his army. So Caesar came and
+pitched his camp hard by the city, in the place where they run and
+manage their horses. Antonius made a sally upon him, and fought very
+valiantly, so that he drave Caesar's horsemen back, fighting with his
+men even into their camp. Then he came again to the palace, greatly
+boasting of this victory, and sweetly kissed Cleopatra, armed as he
+was when he came from the fight, recommending one of his men of arms
+unto her, that had valiantly fought in this skirmish Cleopatra, to
+reward his manliness, gave him an armour and headpiece of clean gold:
+howbeit the man-at-arms, when he had, received this rich gift, stole
+away by night and went to Caesar.
+%LXXV.
+Antonius sent again to challenge Caesar to fight with him hand to hand.
+Caesar answered him, ``That he had many other ways to die than so.'' Then
+Antonius, seeing there was no way more honourable for him to die than fighting
+valiantly, he determined to set up his rest, both by sea and land. So
+being at supper (as it is reported) he commanded his officers and household
+servants that waited on him at his board, that they should fill his cups full,
+and make as much of him as they could: ``For,'' said he, ``you know not whether
+you shall do so much for me tomorrow or not, or whether you shall serve
+another master: and it may be you shall see me no more, but a dead body.'' This
+notwithstanding, perceiving that his friends and men fell a-weeping to hear
+him say so, to salve that he had spoken, he added this more unto it, 'that
+he would not lead them to battle, where he thought not rather safely to return
+with victory, than valiantly to die with honour.'
+Furthermore, the selfsame night, within a little of midnight, when
+all the city was quiet, full of fear and sorrow, thinking what would
+be the issue and end of this war, it is said that suddenly they heard
+a marvellous sweet \gloss {Strange noises heard, and nothing seen.}
+harmony of sundry sorts of instruments of music, with the cry of a
+multitude of people, as they had been dancing, and had sung as they
+use in Bacchus' feasts, with movings and turnings after the manner
+of the Satyrs: and it seemed, that this dance went through the city
+unto the gate that opened to the enemies, and that all the troupe,
+that made this noise they heard, went out of the city at that gate.
+Now such as in reason sought the depth of the interpretation of this
+wonder, thought that it was the god unto whom Antonius bare singular
+devotion to counterfeit and resemble him, that did forsake them.
+%LXXVI.
+The next morning by break of day, he went to set those few footmen
+he had in order upon the hills adjoining unto the city: and there he
+stood to behold his galleys which departed from the haven, and rowed
+against the galleys of the enemies, and so stood still, looking what
+exploits his soldiers in them would do. But when by force of rowing
+they were come near unto them, they first saluted Caesar's men; and
+then Caesar's men resaluted them also, and of two armies made but one:
+and then did all together row toward the city. When \gloss {Antonius'
+navy do yeild themselves unto Caesar. Antonius overthrown by Octavius
+Caesar. Cleopatra flieth into her tomb or monument.} Antonius saw
+that his men did forsake him, and yielded unto Caesar, and that his
+footmen were broken and overthrown, he then fled into the city, crying
+out that Cleopatra had betrayed him unto them with whom he had made
+war for her sake. Then she, being afraid of his fury, fled into the
+tomb which he had caused to be made, and there she locked the doors
+unto her, and shut all the springs of the locks with great bolts, and
+in the meantime sent unto Antonius to tell him that she was dead.
+Antonius believing it, said unto himself: ``What doest thou look for
+further, Antonius, sith spiteful fortune hath taken from thee the
+only joy thou hadst, for whom thou yet reservedst thy life ?'' When
+he had said these words, he went into a chamber and unarmed himself,
+and being naked, said thus: ``O Cleopatra, it grieveth me not that I
+have lost thy company, for I will not be long from thee: but I am
+sorry that, having been so great a captain and emperor, I am indeed
+condemned to be judged of less courage and noble mind than a woman
+'' Now he had a man of his called Eros, whom he loved and trusted
+much, and whom he had long before caused to swear unto him, that he
+should kill him when he did command him: and then he willed him to
+keep his promise. His man, drawing his sword, lift it up as though
+he had meant to have stricken his master: but turning his head at
+one side, he thrust his sword into himself, and fell down dead at
+his master's foot. \gloss {Eros, Antonius' servant, slew himself.}
+Then said Antonius: ``O noble Eros, I thank thee for this, and it is
+valiantly done of thee, to shew me what I should do to myself, which
+thou couldest not do for me.'' Therewithal \gloss {Antonius did thrust
+his sword into himself, but died not presently.} he took his sword,
+and thrust it into his belly, and so fell down upon a little bed.
+The wound he had killed him not presently, for the blood stinted a
+little when he was laid: and when he came somewhat to himself again,
+he prayed them that were about him to despatch him. But they all fled
+out of the chamber, and left him crying out, tormenting himself: until
+at last there came a secretary unto him (called Diomedes) who was
+commanded to bring him into the tomb or monument where Cleopatra was.
+%LXXVII.
+When he heard that she was alive, he very earnestly prayed his men
+to carry his body thither, and so he was carried \gloss {Antonius
+carried unto Cleopatra's tomb.} in his men's arms into the entry of
+the monument. Notwithstanding, Cleopatra would not open the gates,
+but came to the high windows, and cast out certain chains and ropes,
+in the which Antonius was trussed: and Cleopatra her own self, with
+two women only, which she had suffered to come with her into these
+monuments, trised Antonius up. They that were present to behold it
+said they
+\gloss {A lamentable sight to see Antonius and Cleopatra.}
+never saw so pitiful a sight. For they plucked up poor Antonius, all
+bloody as he was, and drawing on with pangs of death: who holding up
+his hands to Cleopatra, raised up himself as well as he could. It was
+a hard thing for these women to do, to lift him up: but Cleopatra,
+stooping down with her head, putting to all her strength to her
+uttermost power, did lift him up with much ado, and never let go her
+hold, with the help of the women beneath that bad her be of good
+courage, and were as sorry to see her labour so as she herself. So
+when she had gotten him in after that sort, and laid him on a bed, she
+rent her garments upon him, clapping her breast, and scratching her
+face and stomach. Then she dried up his blood that had bewrayed his
+face, and called him her lord, her husband, and emperor, forgetting
+her own misery and calamity for the pity and compassion she took of
+him. Antonius made her cease her lamenting, and called for wine,
+either because he was athirst, or else for that he thought thereby
+to hasten his death. When he had drunk, he earnestly prayed her, and
+persuaded her, that she would seek to save her life, if she could
+possible, without reproach and dishonour: and that chiefly she should
+trust Proculeius above any man else about Caesar. And as for himself,
+that she should not lament nor sorrow for the miserable change of
+his fortune at the end of his days: but rather that she should think
+him the more fortunate, for the former triumphs and honours he had
+received; considering that while he lived, he was the noblest and
+greatest prince of the world; and that now he was overcome, not
+cowardly, but valiantly, a Roman by another Roman.
+% LXXVIII.
+\gloss {The death of Antonius.}
+As Antonius gave the last gasp, Proculeius came that was sent from
+Caesar. For after Antonius had thrust his sword in himself, as they
+carried him into the tombs and monuments of Cleopatra, one of his
+guard (called Dercetaeus) took his sword with which he had stricken
+himself, and hid it: then he secretly stole away, and brought
+\gloss {Octavius Caesar lamenteth Antonius' death.}
+Octavius Caesar the first news of his death, and shewed him his sword that
+was bloodied. Caesar hearing this news, straight withdrew himself into a secret
+place of his tent, and there burst out with tears, lamenting his hard
+and miserable fortune, that had been his friend and brother-in-law,
+his equal in the empire, and companion with him in sundry great
+exploits and battles. Then he called for all his friends and shewed
+them the letters Antonius had written to him, and his answers also
+sent him again, during their quarrel and strife: and now fiercely and
+proudly the other answered him, to all just and reasonable matters
+he wrote unto him. After \gloss {Proculeius sent by Octavius Caesar
+to bring Cleopatra alive.} this, he sent Proculeius, and commanded
+him to do what he could possible to get Cleopatra alive, fearing lest
+otherwise all the treasure would be lost: and furthermore, he thought
+that if he could take Cleopatra, and bring her alive to Rome, she
+would marvellously beautify and set out his triumph. But Cleopatra
+would never put herself into Proculeius' hands, although they spake
+together. For Proculeius came to the gates that were thick and strong,
+and surely barred, but yet there were some cranewes through the
+which her voice might be heard; and so they without understood,
+that Cleopatra demanded the kingdom of Egypt for her sons: and that
+Proculeius answered her that she should be of good cheer, and not be
+afraid to refer all unto Caesar.
+% LXXIX.
+After he had viewed the place very well, he came and reported her
+answer unto Caesar: who immediately sent Gallus to speak once again with her,
+and bad him purposely hold her in talk, whilst Proculeius did set up a ladder
+against that high window by the which Antonius was trised up, and came
+down into the monument with two of his men, hard by the gate where Cleopatra
+stood to hear what Gallus said unto her. One of her women which was shut up in
+her monuments with her, saw Proculeius by chance as he came down, and
+skreeked out: ``O poor Cleopatra, thou art taken.'' Then when she saw
+Proculeius behind her as she came from the gate, she thought to have stabbed
+herself in with a short dagger she wore of purpose by her side.
+But \gloss {Cleopatra taken.} Proculeius came suddenly upon her, and taking her by
+both the hands, said unto her: ``Cleopatra, first thou shalt do thyself great
+wrong, and secondly unto Caesar, to deprive him of the occasion and
+opportunity openly to shew his bounty and mercy, and to give his enemies cause
+to accuse the most courteous and noble prince that ever was, and to appeach
+him, as though he were a cruel and merciless man, that were not to be
+trusted.'' So even as he spake the word, he took her dagger from her, and shook
+her clothes for fear of any poison hidden about her. Afterwards, Caesar sent
+one of his infranchised men called Epaphroditus, whom he straightly
+charged to look well unto her, and to beware in any case that she made not
+herself away: and for the rest, to use her with all the courtesy possible.
+% LXXX.
+And \gloss {Caesar took the city of Alexandria.} for himself, he in
+the meantime entered the city of Alexandria, and (as he went) talked
+with the philosopher Arrius, and held him by the hand, to the end
+that his countrymen should reverence him the more, because they saw
+Caesar so highly esteem and honour him. Then \gloss {Caesar greatly
+honoured Arrius the philosopher.} he went into the show-place of
+exercises, and so up to his chair of state which was prepared for
+him of a great height: and there, according to his commandment, all
+the people of Alexandria were assembled, who, quaking for fear, fell
+down on their knees before him and craved mercy. Caesar bad them
+all stand up, and told them openly that he forgave the people, and
+pardoned the felonies and offences they had committed against him in
+this war: first, for the founder's sake of the same city, which was
+Alexander the Great: secondly, for the beauty of the city, which he
+much esteemed and wondered at: thirdly, for the love he bare unto
+his very friend Arrius. Thus \gloss {Philostratus the eloquentest
+orator in his time for present speech upon a sudden.} did Caesar
+honour Arrius, who craved pardon for himself and many others, and
+specially for Philostratus, the eloquentest man of all the sophisters
+and orators of his time,for present and sudden speech: howbeit, he
+falsely named himself an Academic philosopher. Therefore Caesar, that
+hated his nature and conditions, would not hear his suit. Thereupon he
+let his grey beard grow long, and followed Arrius step by step in a
+long mourning gown, still buzzing in his ears this Greek verse:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus {+ 2em}
+A wise man, if that he be wise indeed,
+May by a wise man have the better speed.
+\end{versus}
+
+\noindent Caesar understanding this, not for the desire he had to deliver Philostratus
+of his fear, but to rid Arrius of malice and envy that might have fallen out
+against him, he pardoned him.
+% LXXXI.
+Now touching Antonius' sons, Antyllus,
+\gloss {Antyllus, Antonius' eldest son by Fulvia, slain.}
+his eldest son by Fulvia, was
+slain, because his schoolmaster The\-o\-do\-rus did betray him unto the soldiers,
+who strake off his head. And the villain took a precious stone of great
+value from his neck, the which he did sew in his girdle, and afterwards denied
+that he had it: but it was found about him, and so Caesar trussed him up
+for it. For Cleopatra's children, they were very honourably kept, with
+their governors and train that waited on them. But for Caesarion, who was said
+to be Julius Caesar's son, his mother Cleopatra had sent him unto the Indians
+through Ethiopia, with a great sum of money. But one of his governors also,
+called Rhodon, even such another as Theodorus, persuaded him to return into
+his country, and told him that Caesar sent for him to give him his mother's
+kingdom.
+So, \gloss {The saying of Arrius the philosopher.} as Caesar was
+determining with himself what he should do, Arrius said unto him:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus +
+Too many Caesars is not good,
+\end{versus}
+
+\noindent alluding unto a certain verse of Homer, that saith:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus +
+Too many lords cloth not well.
+\end{versus}
+% LXXXII.
+\noindent Therefore \gloss {Caesarion, Cleopatra's son, put to death.} Caesar
+did put Caesarion to death, after the death of his mother Cleopatra.
+Many princes, great kings, and captains, did crave Antonius' body of
+Octavius Caesar, to give him honourable burial: but Caesar would never
+take it from Cleopatra,
+\gloss {Cleopatra burieth Antonius.}
+who did sumptuously and royally bury him with her own hands, whom
+Caesar suffered to take as much as she would to bestow upon his
+funerals. Now was she altogether overcome with sorrow and passion
+of mind, for she had knocked her breast so pitifully, that she
+had martyred it, and in divers places had raised ulcers and
+inflammations, so that she fell into a fever withal; whereof she was
+very glad, hoping thereby to have good colour to abstain from meat,
+and that so she might have died easily without any trouble. She \gloss
+{Olympus, Cleopatra's physician.} had a physician called Olympus, whom
+she made privy to her intent, to the end he should help to rid her
+out of her life: as Olympus writeth himself, who wrote a book of all
+these things. But Caesar mistrusted the matter by many conjectures
+he had, and therefore did put her in fear, and threatened her to put
+her children to shameful death. With these threats, Cleopatra for
+fear yielded straight, as she would have yielded unto strokes: and
+afterwards suffered \gloss {Caesar came to see Cleopatra.}herself to be cured and dieted as they listed.
+% LXXXIII.
+Shortly after, Caesar came
+himself in person to see her, and to comfort her. Cleopatra,
+being laid upon a little low bed in poor estate (when she saw Caesar
+come into her chamber), suddenly rose up,
+\gloss {Cleopatra a martyred creature through her own passion and fury.}
+naked in her smock, and
+fell down at his feet marvellously disfigured: both for that she had
+plucked her hair from her head, as also for that she had martyred
+all her face with her nails; and besides, her voice was small and
+trembling, her eyes sunk into her head with continual blubbering ;
+and moreover, they might see the most part of her stomach torn in
+sunder. To be short, her body was not much better than her mind:
+yet her good grace and comeliness and the force of her beauty was
+not altogether defaced. But notwithstanding this ugly and pitiful
+state of hers, yet she shewed herself within, by her outward looks
+and countenance. When Caesar had made her lie down again, and sat by
+her bedside, Cleopatra began to clear and excuse herself for that
+she had done, laying all to the fear she had of Antonius: Caesar,
+in contrary manner, reproved her in every point. Then she suddenly
+altered her speech, and prayed him to pardon her, as though she were
+afraid to die, and desirous to live. At length, she gave him a brief
+and memorial of all the ready money and treasure she had. But \gloss
+{Seleucus,\\ one of Cleopatra's treasurers.} by chance there stood one
+Seleucus by, one of her treasurers, who, to seem a good servant, came
+straight to Caesar to disprove Cleopatra, that she had not set in all,
+but kept many things back of purpose. Cleopatra's words unto Caesar.
+Cleopatra was in such a rage with him, that she
+flew upon him, and took him by the hair of the head, and boxed
+\gloss {Cleopatra beat her treasurer before Octavius Caesar.}
+him wellfavouredly. Caesar fell a-laughing and parted the fray. ``Alas,''
+said she, ``O Caesar: is not this a great shame and reproach, that thou
+having vouchsafed to take the pains to come unto me, and done me this
+honour, poor wretch and caitiff creature, brought into this pitiful
+and miserable state: and that mine own servants should come now to
+accuse me? though it may be I have reserved some jewels and trifles
+meet for women, but not for me (poor soul) to set out myself withal,
+but meaning to give some pretty presents and gifts unto Octavia and
+Livia, that they, making means and intercession for me to thee, thou
+mightest yet extend thy favour and mercy upon me.'' Caesar was glad to
+hear her say so, persuading himself thereby that she had vet a desire
+to save her life. So he made her answer, that he did not only give
+her that to dispose of at her pleasure which she had kept back, but
+further promised to use her more honourably and bountifully than she
+would think for: and so he took his leave of her, supposing he had
+deceived her, but indeed he was deceived himself.
+% LXXXIV.
+There was a young gentleman, Cornelius Dolabella, that was one of
+Caesar's very great familiars, and besides did bear no ill will unto
+Cleopatra. He \gloss {Cleopatra finely deceiveth Octavius Caesar, as
+though she desired to live.} He sent her word secretly (as she had
+requested him) that Caesar determined to take his journey through
+Syria, and that within three days he would send her away before with
+her children. When this was told Cleopatra, she requested Caesar
+that it would please him to suffer her to offer the last oblations
+of the dead unto the soul of Antonius. Thus
+being granted her, she was carried
+to the place where his tomb was, and there falling down on her knees,
+embracing the tomb with her women, the tears running down her cheeks,
+she began to speak
+\gloss {Cleopatra's lamentation over Antonius' tomb.}
+in this sort: ``O my dear lord Antonius, it is not
+long sithence I buried thee here, being a free woman: and now I offer
+unto thee the funeral sprinklings and oblations, being a captive and
+prisoner; and yet I am forbidden and kept from tearing and murdering
+this captive body of mine with blows, which they carefully guard and
+keep only to triumph of thee: look therefore henceforth for no other
+honours, offerings, nor sacrifices from me: for these are the last
+which Cleopatra can give thee, sith now they carry her away. Whilst
+we lived together, nothing could sever our companies: but now, at our
+death, I fear me they will make us change our countries For as thou,
+being a Roman, hast been buried in Egypt: even so, wretched creature,
+I, an Egyptian, shall be buried in Italy, which shall be all the good
+that I have received by thy country If therefore the gods where thou
+art now have any power and authority, sith our gods here have forsaken
+us, suffer not thy true friend and lover to be carried away alive,
+that in me they triumph of thee: but receive me with thee, and let
+me be buried in one self tomb with thee. For though my griefs and
+miseries be infinite, yet none hath grieved me more, nor that I could
+less bear withal, than this small time which I have been driven to
+live alone without thee.''
+% LXXXV.
+Then having ended these doleful plaints, and crowned the tomb with
+garlands and sundry nosegays, and marvellous lovingly embraced the same, she
+commanded they should prepare her bath; and when she had bathed and washed
+herself, she fell to her meat, and was sumptuously served. Now whilst she was
+at dinner, there came a countryman and brought her a basket. The soldiers that
+warded at the gates, asked him straight what he had in his basket. He
+opened his basket, and took out the leaves that covered the figs, and shewed
+them that they were figs he brought. They all of them marvelled to see so
+goodly figs. The countryman laughed to hear them, and bade them take some if
+they would. They believed he told them truly, and so bade him carry them in.
+After Cleopatra had dined, she sent a certain table written and sealed
+unto Caesar, and commanded them all to go out of the tombs where she was, but
+the two women; then she shut the doors to her. Caesar, when he had received
+this table, and began to read her lamentation and petition, requesting him
+that he would let her be buried with Antonius, found straight what she meant,
+and thought to have gone thither himself: howbeit, he sent one before in all
+haste that might be, to see what it was.
+Her \gloss {The death of Cleopatra.} death was very sudden: for those whom Caesar
+sent unto her ran thither in all haste possible, and found the soldiers
+standing at the gate, mistrusting nothing, nor understanding of her death.
+But \gloss{Cleopatra's two waiting women dead with her.} when they had opened the
+doors, they found Cleopatra stark-dead, laid upon a bed of gold, attired and
+arrayed in her royal robes, and one of her two women, which was called Iras,
+dead at her feet: and her other woman (called Charmion) half dead, and
+trembling, trimming the diadem which Cleopatra wore upon her head. One of the
+soldiers seeing her, angrily said unto her: ``Is that well done, Charmion?''
+``Very well,'' said she again, ``and meet for a princess descended from the race
+of so many noble kings:'' she said no more, but fell down dead hard by the
+bed.
+% LXXXVI.
+Some report that this aspick was brought unto her in the basket
+with figs, and that she had commanded them to hide it under the fig-leaves,
+that when she should think to take out the figs, the aspick should bite her
+before she should see her: howbeit, that when she would have taken
+away the leaves for the figs, she perceived it, and said, ``Art thou here,
+then?''
+And \gloss{Cleopatra \\killed with\\ the biting of\\ an aspick.} so, her arm being naked,
+she put it to the aspick to be bitten. Others say again, she kept it in a box,
+and that she did prick and thrust it with a spindle of gold, so that the
+aspick, being angered withal, leapt out with great fury, and bit her in the
+arm.
+Howbeit few can tell the troth. For they report also, that she had
+hidden poison in a hollow razor which she carried in the hair of her head; and
+yet was there no mark seen on her body, or any sign discerned that she was
+poisoned, neither also did they kind this serpent in her tomb: but it was
+reported only, that there was seen certain fresh steps or tracks where it had
+gone, on the tomb-side toward the sea, and specially by the door-side. Some
+say also that they found two little pretty bitings in her arm, scant
+to be discerned: the which it seemeth Caesar himself gave credit unto, because
+in his triumph he carried Cleopatra's
+\gloss{The image\\ of Cleopatra,\\ carried in\\ triumph at\\ Rome
+with\\ an aspick\\ biting of her\\ arm.}
+image, with an aspick biting of her arm. And thus goeth the report of her death.
+Now Caesar, though he was marvellous sorry for the death of
+Cleopatra, yet he wondered at her noble mind and courage, and therefore
+commanded she should be nobly buried, and laid by Antonius: and willed also
+that her two women should have honourable burial.
+\gloss{The age of Cleopatra and Antonius.} Cleopatra died being eight and thirty
+years old, after she had reigned two and twenty years, and governed about
+fourteen of them with Antonius. And for Antonius, some say that he lived three
+and fifty years: and others say, six and fifty. All his statues, images, and
+metals, were plucked down and overthrown, saving those of Cleopatra, which
+stood still in their places, by means of Archibius one of her friends, who
+gave Caesar a thousand talents that they should not be handled as those of
+Antonius were.
+%LXXXVII.
+Antonius left seven children by three wives, of the which Caesar did
+put Antyllus (the eldest son he had by Fulvia) to death.
+Octavia \gloss{Of Antonius' issue came emperors.} his wife took all the rest, and
+brought them up with hers, and married Cleopatra, Antonius' daughter, unto
+king Juba, a marvellous courteous and goodly prince. And Antonius (the son of
+Fulvia) came to be so great, that next unto Agrippa, who was in greatest
+estimation about Caesar, and next unto the children of Livia, which were the
+second in estimation, he had the third place. Furthermore, Octavia having had
+two daughters by her first husband Marcellus, and a son also called Marcellus,
+Caesar married his daughter unto that Marcellus, and so did adopt him for his son. And Octavia
+also married one of her daughters unto Agrippa. But when Marcellus was dead,
+after he had been married a while, Octavia, perceiving that her brother Caesar
+was very busy to choose some one among his friends, whom he trusted best, to
+make his son-in-law, she persuaded him that Agrippa should marry his daughter
+(Marcellus' widow), and leave her own daughter. Caesar first was contented
+withal, and then Agrippa: and so she afterwards took away her daughter and
+married her unto Antonius; and Agrippa married Julia, Caesar's daughter. Now
+there remained two daughters more of Octavia and Antonius: Domitius Aenobarbus
+married the one; and the other, which was Antonia, so fair and virtuous a
+young lady, was married unto Drusus, the son of Livia, and son-in-law of
+Caesar. Of this marriage came Germanicus and Clodius: of the which,
+Clodius afterwards came to be emperor. And of the sons of Germanicus, the one
+whose name was Caius came also to be emperor: who after he had
+licentiously reigned a time, was slain, with his wife and daughter. Agrippina
+also (having a son by her first husband Aenobarbus, called Lucius Domitius)
+was afterwards married unto Clodius, who adopted her son, and called him Nero
+Germanicus. This Nero was emperor in our time, who slew his own mother, and
+had almost destroyed the empire of Rome through his madness and wicked life,
+being the fifth emperor of Rome after Antonius.
+
+\endprosa
+\end{document}
+