Mac,
Cæsar 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.
Cas.
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 Antony!
You take me in too dolorous a sense:
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.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same. Before the palace.
Enter two Soldiers, to their guard.
1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the
day,
2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you weh. A room in the pal-Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing: What news?
SCENE II-Alexandria.
ace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Char-
mian, Iras, Alexas, and others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno,
Ant. Why should he not?
Belike, 'tis but a rumour:
2 Sold.
Good night to you.
Enter two other Soldiers.
Eno, He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
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
Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest ;-so hast thou;-
And thou,-and thou,and thou: you have serv'd
me well,
And you: Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their posts. 4 Sold. Here we: [They take their posts.] and
And kings have been your fellows,
Cleo. Le
Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow
[Aside.
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 yield3 you for't!
1 Sold. Peace, I say. What should this mean. 2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd,
[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 quarter; Let's see how't will give off.
Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace, Enter Antony, and Cleopatra; Charmian, and others, attending.
Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour,
The armourer of my heart:-False, false; this, this. To change a master.-O, my fortunes have
Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be. Corrupted honest men:-Eros, despatch. [Exeumi.
Ant.
Well, well; We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good fellow Go, put on thy defences. Eros.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well? Ant.
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou: Despatch.-O love,
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should'st see
A workman In't.-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 it with delight.
1 Öfi.
Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,*
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.
Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2 Offi. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general. Ant. '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: 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 Sold.
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
Cleo.
Lead me:
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might
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; Boldier 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.
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.
Is come into the field.
Cas.
Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony for this pains,
Cæsar 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 Cæsar's.
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.
Eno. I give it you.
Sold.
Mock me not, Enobarbus.
I 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 paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my
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. SCENE VIL-Field of battle between the camps. Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa,
Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
Alarum. Enter Antony and Scaros, wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H,
Ant.
Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet
(4) Riveted dress, armour. (5) Swells.
Room for six scotches' more.
SCENE IX.-Cæsar's camp. Sentinels on their post. Enter Enobarbus.
1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage We must return to the court of guard: The night
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 sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar.
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.-To-morrow,
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.
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.-Give me thy hand;
[To Scarus.
Enter Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 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.
O infinite virtue! coms't thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
We have beat them to their beds. "What, girl?
My nightingale,
Do something mingle with our brown; yet have 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.
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 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 our rattling tabourines ;"
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to-
gether,
Applauding our approach.
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Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;
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,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
But let the world rank me in register
Forgive me in thine own particular;
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
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 discover,
And look on their endeavour."
[Exeunt.
Enter Cæsar, and his forces, marching.
Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I tak't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.
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 Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt; this grave charm,2Whose 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,'
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros !
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? Ant. 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, to dolts ;" and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros.
Ay, noble lord.
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant 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.
Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought,
The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
Ant. My good knave, 13 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 Cæsar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.-
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves. O, thy vile lady!
Enter Mardian.
She has robb'd me of my sword.
Mar.
No, Antony;
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well With thine entirely.
If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros,
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 Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot : she dies for't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.
(1) Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus.
(2) Deadly piece of witchcraft. (3) Was the motion for.
(5) A cheating game, at present named pricking| at the belt.
(6) For the smallest piece of money, to clowns.
Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st 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.
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
At length is torture:-Since the torch is out,
Le down, and stray no further: 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 Æneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Re-enter Eros.
Eros. What would my lord?
Ant.
Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd 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 Cæsar 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 would'st kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts,
Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
Ꭿnt.
Would'st 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 Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued ?"
Eros.
I would not see't.
Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be
cur'd.
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship' of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee.
[Turning from him.
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Ant.
Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
Eros.
My dear master,
My captain, and my emperor! let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
Ant. 'Tis said, man;-and farewell.
(1). The thing that contains thee.
(2) Scaling completes a contract.
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Ant.
Now, Eros.
Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
I should, and thou could'st 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
[Falling on his sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?-The guard ?-ho!-O, despatch me.
Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw
(Which never shall be found,) you did suspect
She had dispos'd' with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, 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.
Ant. Too late, good Diomed:-Call my guard,
I pr'ythee.
Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
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