1

Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me. [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled_Cesar will [show, Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgements [ward A parcel of their fortunes; and things outDo draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cesar will Answer his emptiness!-Cesar, thou hast subHis judgement too. [du'd

are

Enter an ATTENDANT.

women!

Att. A messenger from Cesar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my [nose, Against the blown rose may they stop their That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, Sir. Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.+ Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly :-Yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i'the story.

Cleo. Go on: Right royal.

Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. "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 gracet to
My duty on your hand.
[lay
Fin:

Cleo. Your Cesar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!— What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One, that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils!

Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho!

[forth, Like boys unto a muss, kings would start And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am Enter ATTENDANTS.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack,¶ and whip him.

Eno. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars!

[butaries Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest triThat do acknowledge Cesar, should I find

them

(lows, Since she was Cleopatra?)-Whip him, fel Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence. Thyr. Mark Antony,

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd,

tony

As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
Cleo. O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he

Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows [yielded, What is most right: Mine honour was not But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that, [Aside. I will ask Antony.-Sir, Sir, thou'rt so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARbus. Thyr. Shall I say to Cesar

What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd 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 shroud,
The universal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cesar this, In disputations
I kiss his conquʼring hand: tell him, I am
prompt

To lay my crown at his feet, and there to

kneel:

*Are of a piece with them. + Quarrel. Perhaps. Supposed to be an error for deputation, i, e. by proxy.

Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt ATTEND. with THYREUS, 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 abus'd By one that looks on feeders ?**

Cleo. Good my lord,

But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
Ant. You have been a boggler ever:-
(O misery on't!) the wise gods seeltt our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgements;

make us

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Cleo. O, is it come to this?

ment

Dead Cesar's trencher: nay, you were a frag-
Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
[hours,
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out:-For I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should
You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

[be,

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you! be familiar with
My play fellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

* Obeyed. + Grant me the favour.
Most complete and perfect.
A term of contempt.

Servants.

‡‡ Wantonly.

Conquering. Scramble.

++ Clove up

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.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYreus.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd 'he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou To follow Cesar in his triumph, since [sorry 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
Cesar,

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 abism of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quitt me: Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes, begone.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

[Exit THYREUS.

Ant. Alack, our terrenet moon

Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!

Cleo. I must stay his time.

All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell,
Cleo. It is my birth-day:

I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant. We'll yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and tonight 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.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants.

Eno. Now he'll out-stare 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
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: When valour preys on
[still,

reason,

It cats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-CESAR'S Camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and others.

Ces. 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,

Cesar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,

With one that ties his points?

Cleo. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. 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 Cesarion|| 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!

Ant. I am satisfied.

Cesar 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,** threat'ning most
sealike.

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 is hope in it yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord!

Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,

And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nicett 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

Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. Cesar 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.

Ces. 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 serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor An-
tony!
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Alexandria.--A Room in the
Palace.

Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS,
CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius?
Eno. No.

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

Ant. 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?

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.
Ant. Well said; come on.-

Call forth my household servants; let's to-night
Take advantage.

* Ostrich.

night:

Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command.

Cleo. What does he mean?

Eno. To make his followers weep.
Ant. 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!

Eno. What mean you, Sir,

[weep;

To give them this discomfort? Look, they And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd ; for shame, Transform us not to women.

3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army,

And full of purpose.

[Music of Hautboys under the Stage.

4 Sold. Peace, what noise?

1 Sold. List, list!

2 Sold. Hark!

Sold. Music i'the air.

3 Sold. Under the earth. 4 Sold. It signs* well, Does't not?

3 Sold. No.

Sold. Peace, I say. What should this

mean?

2 Sold. "Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd,

Now leaves him.

1 Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

[They advance to another Post.

2 Sold. How now, masters? Sold. How now? How now? do you hear this?

[Several speaking together.

1 Sold. Ay; Is't not strange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you

hear?

1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have

Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA ; CHARMIAN, and others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros !
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!

Enter EROS, with Armour.

Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :-
If fortune be not our's to-day, it is
Because we brave her.-Come.
Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.

What's this for?

[this.

Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart :-False, false; this, Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.

Ant. Well, well;

[fellow!

We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good Go, put on thy defences.

Eros. Briefly,+ Sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Ant. Rarely, rarely:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff'tt for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tights at this, than thou: Despatch.-0
love,
[knew'st
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and
The royal occupation! thou should'st see

Enter an OFFICER, armed.

Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check 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. [Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS.

Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me,

[might He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cesar Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony,—But now,-Well, on. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-ANTONY'S Camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound.-Enter ANTONY and EROS; a SOLDIER meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Sold. Had'st thou done so,

The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Sold. Who?

[still

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Cesar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou?
Sold. Sir,

He is with Cesar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Most certain.

Ant. 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 :-Eros, despatch.

[Exeunt.

That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cesar 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 CESAR'S.

Sold. 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.

I

Eno. I give it you.

tell you true: Best that you saf'd the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. [Exit SOLDIER. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have My better service, when my turpitude [paid Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows* my heart:

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.

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.

[Exit.

Alarum.-Drums and Trumpets.-Enter AGRIP PA, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too

far: Cesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt. Alarum.-Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had driven them With clouts about their heads. [home

Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I

have yet

Room for six scotchest more.

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, Sir; and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us score their backs,

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; "Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. I'll halt after.

* Swells.

[Exeunt.

+ Cuts.

SCENE VIII.-Under the walls of Alexandria.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-Tomorrow,

Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought

Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all

Hectors.

tears

Enter the city, clipt your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful [kiss Wash the congealment from your wounds, and The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand; [To SCARUS.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairyt I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o'the world, [all, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and Through proof of harness to my heart, and Ride on the pants triumphing. [there

Cleo. Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet

have we

A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get gaol for gaol 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.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd 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 Had our great palace the capacity [them :|| 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 our rattling tabourines; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, [me; The poisonous damp of night disponge upon 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!

2 Sold. Let's speak

To him.

[Dies.

May concern Cesar. 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he [speaks

3 Sold. Let's do so.

But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for sleeping.

2 Sold. Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, awake, Sir; speak to us. 2 Sold. Hear you, Sir.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark, the drums

[Drums afar eff. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

He may recover yet.
3 Sold. Come on then;

[Exeunt with the Body.

SCENE X.-Between the two Camps. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
Scar. For both, my lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air;

We'd 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: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best dis-

cover,

And look on their endeavour.§

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR, with his Forces, marching. Ces. But being charg'd, we will be still by

land, Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder

pine does stand,

1 shall discover all: I'll bring thee word Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar. Swallows have built

[Exit.

Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the

moisture it had imbibed.

+ Reached.

↑ Solemnly.

Discover their numbers, and see their motions.

Il Without.