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Dar. 'To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and tnrd away thy faces tates.
While I do run npon it. Wilt thou, Strato! Cli. Now is that noble vessel full cf grief, Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you That it runs over even at his eyes.
well, my lord. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cesar, not be word.
still: Vol. What says my lord ?
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
[He runs on his Sword and dies. The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ;
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONT, And, this last night, here ip Philippi’ fields. Messala, LUCILIUS, and their Army. I know, my hour is come.
Oct. What man is that? Vol. Not so, my lord.
Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
thy master ? Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
The conquerors can but make a fire of him; nius,
(gether; And no man el se hath honour by his death. Thou know'st, that we two went to school to
Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
thee, Brutus, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will eatertain lord.
them.* Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me! here.
Stru.' Ay, if Messala will prefert me to you. Bru. Farewell to you;—and you;-and you, Oct. Do so, Messala. Volumnius.
Mes. How died my master, Strato ? Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep';
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on il Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, . My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
Mes. Octarius, then take bim to follow thee,
That did the !atest service to my master. I found no man, but he was true to me.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them I shall have glory by this losing day,
All the conspirators, save only he, (all: More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
Did that they did in envy of great' Cesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made vne of them. Hath almost ended his life's history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would so mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
(rest; His life was gentle; and the elements That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
And say to all the world, This was a man! [Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly.
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
With all respect and rites of burial. (Ereunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, und VOLUM. Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
So, call the field to rest : and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day. [Eseunt. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: * Receive into my service. + Recommend
Enter an ATTENDANT.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Ant. Grates* me:-The sum.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia, perchance is angry; Or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, Take int thut kingdom, and enfranchise ihut ; That o'er the files and musters of the war Perform't, or else we damn thee. Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, Ant. How, my love! now turn,
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, The office and devotion of their view
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, AnWhich in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
tony.The buckles on his breast, reneges* all tem- Where's Fulvia's process ! Cesar's, I would per;
say?-Both ?And is become the bellows, and the fan, Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of Flourish. Enter Antony and CLEOPATRA, with Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays
(shame, their Trains; EUNUCHS fanning her.
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.--The mesTake but good note, and you shall see in him
sengers. The triple pillar of the world transform’d Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
arch Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Of the rang’d empire fall! Here is my space; Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Kingdoms are clay: our dupgy earth alike reckon'd.
Feeds beast as map: the nobleness of life Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov’d. Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Ant. Then must thou needs find out new
[Embracing. heaven, new earth.
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind
# Bound or limit.
+ Subdue, conquer.
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,* | mage: find me to marry me with Octavius Ce-
sar, and companion me with my mistress. Cleo. Excellent Falsehood!
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you
Char. O excellent! I love long life better
than figs. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have
Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
And fertile every wish, a million.
Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.
night, shall be-drunk to bed. The qualities of people. Come, my queen ; Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. nothing else.
[Ereunt Ant. and Cleo. with their Train. Char. Even as the overflowing Nilus pre-
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.Dem. I'm full sorry,
Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
[Exeunt. Sooth. I have said.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than SCENE II.-The same.- -Another Room.
she? Enter CHARMIAN, IRAs, Alexas, und a Sooth- Char. Well, if you were but an inch of forSAYER.
tune better than 1, where would you choose it?
Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0,
Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, Isis, t I beseech thee! And let her die too, and
let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet whjeh, you say, must change bis horns with give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, garlands!
till the worst of all follow him laughing to his Aler. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will ?
grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear Chur. Is this the man ?-Is’t you, Sir, that of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee !
me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter know things? Sooth. In nature's isfinite book of secrecy,
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer A little I can read.
of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking Alex. Show him your hand.
to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a
deadly sorrow to behoid a loul knave uncuck. Enter ENOBARBUS.
olded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum,
and fortune him accordingly!
Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.
make me a cuckold, they would make them.
selves whores, but they'd do't.
Eno. Hush! here comes Antony.
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Eno. No, lady.
Cleo. Was he not here?
Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth; but on the Char. I had rather heat my liver with drink
A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobar-
Shall be bastards. An Egyptian goddess.
Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER and Atten
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir ?
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : (Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAs, We see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
IRAS, CHARMIAN, SOOTHSAYER, and if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let wofield.
men die: It were pity to cast them away for Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? Mess. Ay:
nothing; though, between them and a great But soon that war had end, and the time's state patra, catching but the least noise of this, dies
cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleo. Made friends of them, joining their force’gainst instantly; I have seen her die twenty times
upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is
mettle in death, which commits some loving Upon the first encounter, drave them. Ant. Well,
act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dy
ing: What worst?
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Mess. The nature of bad news infects the
Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made teller. Ant. When it concerns the foul, or coward.- cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and
of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We On:
[thus; tears; they are greater storms and tempests Things, that are past, are done, with me.
than almanacks can report: this cannot be Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower I hear him as he flatter'd.
of rain as well as Jove. Mess. Labienus
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian Extended* Asia from Euphrătes;
Eno. (, Sir, you had then left unseen a won
[force, derful piece of work; which not to have been His conquering banner shook, from Syria
blessed withal, would have discredited your To Lydia, and to lonia;
Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Antony, thon would'st say,
Eno. Sir? Mess. O, my lord !
Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the ge.
Eno. Fulvia ?
Eno, Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful
When it pleaseth their deities to faults
[lice take the wife of a man from him, it shows to With such full licence, as both truth and ma
man the tailors of the earth ; comforting there. Have power to utter. "O, then we bring forth in, that when old robes are worn out, there are weeds,
members to make new. If there were no more When our quick windst lie still; and our ills women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented: this grief is Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
crowned with consolation; your old smock Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Erit. brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak the tears live in an onion, that should water there.
this sorrow. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.- Is there such
Ant. The business she hath broached in the a one? Cannot endure my absence.
(state, 2 Att. He stays$ upon your will.
Eno. And the business you have broached Ant. Let himn appear,
here cannot be without you, especially that of These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your Enter another MESSENGER.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our offiOr lose myself in dotage.- What are you? 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Ant. Where died she?
The cause of our expedience* to the queen, 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
And get her lovet to part. For not alone Her length of sickness, with what else more The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Importeth thee to kuow, this bears. [serious Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
(Gires a letter. Of many our contriving friends in Rome Ant. Forbear me.- [Erit MESSENGER. Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire Hath given the dare to Cesar, and commands What our contempts do often hurl from us, [it: The empire of the sea: our slippery people We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, By revolution lowering, does become
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Pompey the great, and all his dignities, The hand could pluck her back, that show'd Upon his son ; who, bigh in name and power, her on.
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up I must from this enchanting queen break off ; For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, the sides o'the world may danger: Much is My idleness doth hatch.- How now! Enobar
Which, like the courser’st hair, hatb yet but
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, # Seized. + In some editions minds. 1 Tilling, plowing; prepares is to produce good seed.
• Expedition. + Leave. i Horse Waits.
To such whose place is under us, requires
Ant. Hear me, queen: Our quick remove from hence.
The strong necessity of time commands Eno. I shall do't.
(Exeunt. Our services a while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and
Makes his approaches to the port* of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction: The bated, gown Cleo. Where is he?
to strength, Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what Rich in his father's honour, creeps a pace
Are newly grown to love: the copdemo'd he does :
Into the hearts of such as have not thriy'd I did not send you ;*- If you find him sad,
Upon the present state, whose numbers threat. Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
(purge That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return.
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would
[Exit Alexas. By any desperate change: My more pariChar. Madam, methinks, if you did love
cular, him dearly,
And that which most with you should safer You do not hold the method to enforce
my going, The like from him.
Is Fulvia's death.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give
me freedom, in nothing:
It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die ?: Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to
Ant. She's dead, my queen : lose him.
Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Char. Tempt him not so tvo :: I wish for. The garboils she awakd ;at ihe last, best: bear;
See, when, and where she died.
Cleo. O 'most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shonld'st fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to
know pose, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall The purposes I bear; which are, or cease fall;
As you shall give the advice: Now, by the It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
fire, Will not sustain it.
That quickens Nilus' slime,ll I go from bence, Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
As thou affect'st. Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well; good news.
So Antony loves. What says the married woman?-You may go; And give true evidence to his love, which
Ant. My precious queen, forbear; 'Would, she had never given you leave to come! An honourable trial.
(stands Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I have no power upon you; hers you are.
I pr’ythee turn aside, and wecp for her; Ant. The gods best know,
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Cleo. O, never was there queen
Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene So inightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look I saw the treasons planted.
Like perfect honour. Ant. Cleopatra,
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more, Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is and true,
meetly. Though you in swearing shake the thronged
Ant. Now, by my sword,Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous mad- But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee,
Cleo. And target, -Still he mends;
The carriage of his chafe. **
Ant. I'll leave you, lady. going,
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word,
That you know well: Something itis I would,
Ant. But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Art turp'd the greatest liar.
For idleness itself. Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou To bear such idleness so near the heart shouldst know,
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me; There were a heart in Égypt.
+ Render my going not dangerous.
Can Fulvia be dead? | The commotion she occasioned
| Mud of the river Nile To me, the Queen of Egypt + Thc arch of our eye-brows, Smack or flavour.
tt Oblivious memory