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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. M. Antony,
Taurus, lieutenant-general to Cæsar. Octavius Cæsar,
Canidius, lieutenani-general to Antony. M. Æmil. Lepidus, S.
Silius, an officer in Ventidius's army. Sextus Pompeius.
Euphronius, an ambassador from Antony lo Casar, Domitius Enobarbus, 1
Alexas, Mardian, Seleucus, and Diomedes; attend Ventidius,
ants on Cleopatra. Eros,
A Soothsayer. A Cloron. Scarus,
} friends of Antony. Dercetas, Demetrius,
Cleopatra, queen of Egypt. Philo,
Octavia, sister to Cæsar, and wife to Antony. Mæcenas,
Charmian, attendants on Cleopatra.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other AllendThyreus,
friends of Pompey.
nuo y rompey.
Scene, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; SCENE I.-Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra's Take in* that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; palace. Enter Demetrius and Philo." Perform't, or else we damn thee.
How, my love! Philo.
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, NAY, but this dotage of our general's,
You'must not stay here longer, your dismission O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes,
Is come from Cæsar; therefore, hear it, Antony:
Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I would say ?That o'er the files and musters of the war
Both Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, I call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, The office and devotion of their view
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, The buckles on his breast, reneges' all temper;
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The messen
gers. And is become the bellows, and the fan,
| Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come! for the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike truins ; Eunuchs fanning her.
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Take but good note, and you shall see in him
Embracing. The triple pillar of the world transform'd
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Excellent falsehood! reckon'd.
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her 1Cleo. I'll set a bourn' how far to be belov'd. I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Will be himself. new earth.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Enter an Attendant.
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let's not confound' the time with conference har Alt. News, my good lord, from Rome.
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Ant. Grates' me:-The sum.
Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony :
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows
Fie, wrangling queen! (1) Renounces.
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, (2) Bound or limit. 13) Offends (4) Subdue, conquer. | (5) Summons. (6) Know. (7) Consume.
To weep; whose every passion fully strives Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
ramine: No messenger ; but thine and all alone,
"Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sootha ro-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note say. The qualities of people. Come, my queen; . 'Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful progLast night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee,
Exeunt Ant, and Cleo, rith their train. tell her but a worky-day fortune. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars: He comes too short of that great property
Sooth. I have said. Which still should go with Antony.
fras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? Dem.
I'm full sorry, Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune That he approves the common liar,' who
better than I, where would you choose it? Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Or better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend !-A:
(Exeunt. lexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him
marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beSCENE II.-The same. Another room. Enter seech thee! And let her die too, and give him a
Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a ching Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's cuckold ! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O, thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must I beseech thee! change his horns with garlands!
Irås. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of Aler, Soothsayer.
the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a Sooth. Your will ?
handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorChar. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that know row to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therethings?
fore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him acSooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, cordingly! A little I can read.
Char. Amen. Aler.
Show him your hand. | Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Enter Enobarbus.
me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores,
but they'd do't. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Cleopatra's health to drink.
Not he, the queens Char, Good sir, give me good fortune. Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Enter Cleopatra. Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Cleo. Saw you my lord ? Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Eno.
No, lady. Char. He means, in fesh.
Was he not here? İras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. No, madam. Char. Wrinkles forbid!
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudAlex. Vex not his prescience ; be attentive: Char. Hush!
A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus, Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Eno. Madam. Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alex. Nay, hear him.
Alexas? Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let Alex. Here, madam, at your service.--My lord me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and
approaches. widow them all : let me have a child at filty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me
Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. mie with my mistress.
(Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras, Scoth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? fortune
Mess. Ay: Than that which is to approach.
But soon that war had end, and the time's state Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst names :: Prythee, how many boys and wenches
Casar; must I have ?
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Well, Char, Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. What worst?
Aler. You think, none but your sheets are privy Mess. The nature of bad news insects the teller. to vour wishes.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Char. Nay; come, tell Iras hers.
Things, that are past, are done, with me.--'Tis thus : Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, I hear him as he flatter'd. shall be drunk to bed.
Labienus Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if noth-|(This is stili news) hath, with his Parthian force, ing else.
Èxtended' Asia from Euphrates; (1) Fame. (2) Shall be bastards. ] (3) An Egyptian goddess. (4) Seized VOL. 11.
His conquering banner shook, from Syria
Eno. Fulvia ? To Lydia, and to lonia ;
Ant. Dead. Whilst
| Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacriAnt. Antony, thou would'st say,
fice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife Mess.
O, my lord ! of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes tongue ;
are worn out, there are members to make new. If Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:
there were no more women but Fulvia, then bad Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and launt my faults you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented : With such full license, as both truth and inalice this grief is crowned with consolation ; your old Have power to utter. 0, then we bring forth weeds, smock brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, When our quick winds' lie still; and our ills told us, the tears live in an onion, that should water this ls as our earing.? Fare thee well a while.
sorrow. Mess. At your noble pleasure.
(Exit. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Ant. From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there. Cannot endure my absence. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon. Is there such a Eno. And the business you have broached here, one ?
cannot be without you; especially that of Cleo 2 All. He stays' upon your willo
patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant.
Lol him appear. Ant.' No more light answers. Let our officers These strong Egyptian setters I must break, Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her loves to part. For not alone Or lose myself in dotage. What are you? The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Ant.
Where died she? Or many our contriving friends in Rome 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Petition us at hone: Sextus Pompeius Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. The empire of the sea : our slippery people Ant.
Forbear me. (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
(Erit Messenger. Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: Pompey the great, and all his dignities, What our contempts do often hurl from us, Upon his son; who high in name and power, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up By revolution lowering, does become
For the main soldier: whose quality going on,
Our quick remove from hence.
(Exeunt. Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ? Ant. I must with haste from hence.
SCENE III.- Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We
and Alexas. see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if theyl Cleo. Where is he? suffer our departure, death's the word.
I did not see him since. Ant, I must be gone.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women
does :die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing ; I did not send you ;'-If you find him sad, though, between them and a great cause, they Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have
(Erit Alex. seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits
dearly, some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity You do not hold the method to enforce in dying.
The like from him. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
What should I do, I do not? Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing but the finest part of pure love; We can
nothing. not call her winds and waters, sighs and tears ; they | Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
In time we hate that which we often sear.
I am sick, and suflen. Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pure Eno. Sir ?
pose, Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charinian, I shall fall; (!) In some editions minds.
(3) Waits. (4) Expedition. (2) Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce (5) Leave. 6) Horse's. good soed.
(7) Look as if I did not send you.
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well : Ant.
What's the matter ? So Antony loves. Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some Ant.
My precious queen, forbear; good news.
And give true evidence to his love, which stando What says the married woman ?-You may go; An honourable trial. "Would she had never given you leave to come!
So Fulvia told me. Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her ; I have no power upon you; here you are.
Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Ant. The gods best know,
Belong to Egypt :: Good now, play one scene Clco.
O, never was there queen of excellent dissembling; and let it look So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
Like perfect honour. I saw the treasons planted.
You'll heat my blood; no more. Ant. Cleopatra,
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Ant. Now, by my sword, -' true,
Ard target,-Still he mends ; Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, But this is not the best: Look, prythee, Charmian, Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, How this Herculean Roman does become To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, The ca of his chafe. Which break themselves in swearing!
I'll leave you, lady. Ant.
Most sweet queen, Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Sir, you and I must part,--but t.t's not it: But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Sir, you and I have lov'd,--but there's not it; Then was the time for words : No going then ; That you know well : Something it is I would, Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
10, my oblivion is a very Antony, Bliss in our brows bent;' none our parts so poor, And I am all forgotten. But was a race of heaven: They are so still, Ant.
But that your royalty Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Art turn'd the greatest liar.
For idleness itself.
'Tis sweating labour, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st To bear such idleness so near the heart know,
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; There were a heart in Egypt.
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Ant.
Hear me, queen : Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence; The strong necessity of time commands
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, Our services awhile; but my full heart
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Sit laureld victory! and smooth success
Let's go. Come; Equality of two domestic powers
Our separation so abides, and dies, Breeds scrupulous faction; The hated, grown to That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, strength,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Away.
(Exeunt. Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
SCENE IV.-Rome. An apartment in Cæsar's Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
house. Enter Octavius Cæsar, Lepidus, and And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
Attendants. By any desperate change : My more particular, Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, And that which most with you should safe* my It is not Cæsar's natural vice to bate going,
One great competitor :" From Alexandria Is Fulvia's death.
This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike freedom,
Than Cleopatra: nor the queen Ptolemy It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die ? More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Int. She's dead, my queen:
Vouchsal'd to think he had partners: You shall Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
find there The garboils she awak'd : at the last, best : A man, who is the abstract of all faults See, when, and where she died.
That all men follow. Cleo. * O most false love!! Lep.
I must not think, there are Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill Evils enough to darken all his goodness: With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know Rather than purchas'd ;" what he cannot change, The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
Than what he chooses. As you shall give the advice : Now, by the fire Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it That quickens Nilus' slimne,' I go from hence,
is not (1) The arch of our eye-brows.
(7) Mud of the river Nile. (2) Smack, or flavour. (3) Gate.
(8) To me, the queen of Egypt. (4) Render my going not dangerous.
19) Heat.' (10) Oblivious memory. (5) Can Fulvia be dead?
(11) Associate or partner. (6) The commotion she occasioned.
(12) Procured by his own fault.
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
It is pity of him. To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
Cås. Let his shames quickly And keep the lurn of tippling with a slave; Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end, With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes Assemble we immediate council : Pompey him,
| Thrives in our idleness. (As his composure must be rare indeed,
To-morrow, Cæsar, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must An: I shall be furnish'd to inform you righúy tony
Both what by sea and land I can be able, No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
To 'front this present time. So great weight in his lightness.' If he fill'd
Till which encounter, His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
It is my business too. Farewell. Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know Call on him fort: but, to confound such time,
mean time That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud or stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, As his own state, and ours,—'lis to be chid
To let me be partaker. As we rite boys, who, being mature in knowledge, Cæs.
Doubt, not sir ; Pawn ll.ei ence to their present pleasure, I knew it for my bond."
(Esen! And so acbel to judgment.
SCENE V.-Alexandria. A room in the palEnter a Messenger.
ace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and
Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done ; and every
Char. Madam. hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report
Cleo. Ha, ha! How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
Give me to drink mandragora." And it appears, he is belord of those
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
time The discontents* repair, and men's reports
My Antony is away., Give him much wrong'd.
You think of him Cas.
I should have known no less :-_ Char. It hath been taught us from the primal state,
Too much. That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were;
Cleo. O treason! And the ebb'd man, ne'er lor'd, till ne'er worth lore,
Madam, I trust, not so. Comes dear'd, by being lack d. This common
Cleo. Thou, eunuch! Mardian!
What's your highness' pleasure ! Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,
pleasure To rot itself with motion.
In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee, Mess.
Cæsar, I bring thee word. That, being unseminard," thy freer thoughts Meneerates and Menas, famous pirates,
May not fy forth of Egypt. Hast thou atfections ? Make the sea serve them; which they ears and! Nar. Yes, gracious madam,
"Indeed? wound With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
| Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing They make in Italy; the borders maritime
But what in deed is honest to be done : Lack blood to think on't, and dush youth revolt: Yet bave I fierce affections, and think, No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
What Venus did with Mars. |
Clee. Taken as seen: for Pompey's name strikes more,
O Charmian, Than could bis war resisted.
Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he, or Antony,
sits he? Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once,
Or does he walk! or is be on his horse ? Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
jo happr horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Do brarely, horse! for worst thou whom thou
morist? Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm Than sarages could suffer: Thou didst drink
And burgonet's of men.-He's speaking now, The stale of horses, and the gilded paddle!
Or murturing, Where's my serpent of outle? Which beasts would cough at: thy palate thea did,
the plote thee da For so be calls me; Now I feed myseln deign
With most delicious poison :-Thick on ede, The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
That am with Phæbus amorous pinches black, Fea, like the stay, when snow the pasture sheets,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad frooled Cesar, The barks of trees thou browsers; co the Alps
When thou wast bere above the ground, I was It is reported, thou didst eat strange fesh,
I morsel for a mocarch: and great Pompey While some did die to look on: And ail this
,Hou'd stand, and make his eyes grow in sy browi (It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,)
There would be anchor his aspect, and die Was borte so like a soldier, that thy cheek
With looking on his life. So much as land bot.
Enter Alesas (1) Levity, el Visit his (3) Consume.
Sorereign of Egs, bail! (•) Dispatented (3) Emirared or being missed. (6) Plough (7) Turn pale (9) Reddy. (10) Crise (11) Stagesst, slämy water. ® Feastings: in the old copy it is raissada (12) Mr boundea duty. (13) A skeeps potion.
(14) Unmanned (15) A kelet