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Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth Iras, Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better, than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas, -come, his fortune, his fortune! — 0, let him marry a woman, that caunot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold!

Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deay me a Chur. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing! Iras. Amen! Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the 626

To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come! | I knew this husband, which, you say, must change
Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatná, with their his horns with garlands!
trains: Eunuchs sanniig her.

Alex. Soothsayer!
Take but good note, and you shall see in him South. Your will?
The triple pillar of the world transform'd

Char. Is this the man? — Is't you, sir, that know Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see!

things? Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much! Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy Ant. There's beggary in the love, that can be A little I can read. reckon'd.

Alex. Show him your hand ! Cleo. I'll set a bourn, how far to be belov'd.

Enter ExOBARBUS.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,
new earth.

Cleopatra's health to driuk.
Enter an Attendant.

Char. Good sir, give me good fortune !
Att. News; my good lord, from Pome!

Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Ant. Grates me: the sum

Char. Pray then, foresee me one!
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony !

Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer, than you are.
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows, Char. He means, in flesh.
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent

Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
Ilis powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this: Char. Wrinkles forbid !
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive!
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Char. Hash!
Ant. How, my love!

Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belor'd. Cleo. Perchance, - nay, and most like,

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. You must not stay here longer, your dismission Alex. Nay, hear him! Is come from Caesar ; therefore hear it, Antony! – Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's, I'would say? be married to three kings in a forenoon, aud widow - Both ?

them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Call in the messengers ! — As I am Egypt's queen, Herold of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry Thou blushest, Antony ; and that blood of thine me with Octavius Caesar , and companion me wich Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shaine, my mistress, When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.

The mes

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady, whom you serre. sengers !

Char. O excellent! I love long life better, than figs

. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space;

fortune, Kingdoms are clay: our dungy carth alike Than that which is to approach. Feeds beast, as man: the nobleness of life

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have to Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair

, ( Embracing names. Pr’ythee, how many boys and weaches must And such a twain can do't, in which, I biud, I have? On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, We stand up peerless.

And fertile every wish, a million. Cleo. Excellent falsehood!

Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? - Alex. You think, none but your sheets are prity I'll seem the fool, I am not; Antony.

to your wishes. Will be himself.

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers! Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. –

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft ljours, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes , to-night

,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh;shall be-drunk to bed.
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night? else.

Cleo. Hear the ambassadors !
Ant. Fye, wrangling queen!

famine.
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep: whose every passion fully strives Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful pro-
To make itself, in thee, fair, and adinir'd!

gnostication, I cannot scralch mine ear. — Pr’ythee, No messenger; but thine and all alone,

tell her but a worky-day fortune! To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. The qualities of people. Come, my queen;

Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars ! Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us! Sooth. I have said.

[Exeunt Ant. and Cleo. with their train.
Dem. Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, better, than I, where would you choose it?
He comes too short of that great property,

Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Which still should go with Antony.

Dem, I'm full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, who

I will hope
SCENE II. — The same. Another room.
Enter Charman, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer.
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see

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Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
Char. Amen!

I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Ten thousand harms, more than the ills, I know,
me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, My idleness doth hatch. - How now! Enobarbus!
but they'd do't.

Enter ENOBARBUS.
Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony.

Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Char, Not he, the queen.

Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Enter CLEOPATRA.

Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer Eno. No, lady.

our departure, death's the word.
Cleo. Was he pot here?

Ant. I must be gone.
Char. No, madain.

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die!
Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth; but on the sudden It were pity to cast then away for nothing; though,
A Roman thought had struck him. — Enobarbus, between them and a great cause, they should be es-
Eno. Madam.

teemed nothing. Cleopatra,catching but the least uoise Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither! Where's of this, dies instautly; I have seen her die twenty Alexas ?

times upon far poorer moment; I do think, there Alex. Here, madam, at your service! - My lord is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon approaches.

her, she hath such celerity in dying. Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Cleo. We will not look upon him! Go with us! Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing

(Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexus, Iras, but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her

Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. winds and waters, sighs anıl tears; they are greater Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. storms and tempests, than almanacs can report: this Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a show

er of rain as wellas Jove.
But soon that war had end, and the time's state Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful
Caesar;

piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,

would have discredited your travel.
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Well,

Eno. Sir?
What worst?

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Eno. Fulvia?
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Ant. Dead.
Things, that are past, are done, with me.-'Tis thus; Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice!
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
I hear him, as he flatter'd.

man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Mess. Labienus

earth; comforting therein, that, when old robes are (This is still news) hath, with his Parthian force, worn out, there are members to make new. If there Extended Asia from Euphrates;

were no more women, but Fulvia, then had you inHis conquering banner shook, from Syria

deed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is To Lydia, and to lonia;

crowned with consolation;your old smock brings forth Whilst

a new petticoat:-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, Ant. Antony, thou would'st say, –

that should water this sorrow. Mess. ”, my lord !

Ant. The business, she hath broached in the state, Ant. Speak' to me home, mince not the general Cannot endure my absence. tongue;

Eno. And the business, you have broached here, can-
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :

not be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults which wholly depends on your abode.
With such full licence, as both truth and malice Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have power to utter! 0, then we bring forth weeds, Have notice, what we purpose! I shall break
When our quick winds lie still; and onr ills told us, The cause of our expedience to the queeu,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a-while!

And get her love to part. For not alone
Mess. At your noble pleasure.

(Exit. The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there! Do strongly speak to us ; but the letters too
1 Att. The man from Sicyon.- Is there such an ope? Of many our coutriving friends in Rome
2 Att. He stays upon your will.

Petition is at home : Sextus Pompeius
Ant. Let him appear!

Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, The empire of the sea : our slippery people
Enter another Messenger.

(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Or lose myself in dotage.- What are you? Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
2 Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead.

Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
Ant. Where died she?

Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, 2 Mess. In Sicyon:

Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious for the main soldier; whose quality, going on,
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. The sides o'the world may danger. Much is breeding,
Ant. Forbear me!-

[Exit Messenger. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: And not a serpent's poison. Say our pleasure,
What our contempts do often hurl from us, To such, whose place is under us, requires
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, Our quick remove from hence.
By revolution lowering, does become

Eno. I shall do't.

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Rome. An apartment in CAESAD'S Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to Enter Octavius CAESAR, Lepidus, and Attendants.

Caes. You may see, Lepidus, and heoceforth know,

Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy 628

SCENE III.'

By any desperate change. My more particular, Enter CleoPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Alexas. And that which most with you should safe my going, Cleo. Where is he?

Is Fulvia's death. Char. I did not see him since.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freeCleo. See, where he is, who's with him, what he dom, does:

It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?
I did not send

if
you;
you

Ant. She's dead, my queen.

find him sad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report,

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return! The garboils, she awak'd; at the last, best;

(Exit Alexas. See, when, and where she died. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, Cleo. O most false love! You do not hold the method to enforce

Where be the sacred vials, thou should'st fill The like from him.

With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in no Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know thing.

The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. As you shall give the advise. Now, by the fire,
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
In time we hate that which we often fear.

Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
Enter AXTONY.

As thou affect'st.
But here comes Antony.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!--
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

But let it be!-- I am quickly ill, and well:
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose. So Antony loves.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature

And give true evidence to his love, which stands
Will not sustain it.

An honourable trial! Ant. Now, my dearest queen,

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me!

I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. What's the matter? .

Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good Belong to Egypt! Good now, play one scene

Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
What says the married woman? – You may go; Like perfect honour !
'Would she had never given you leave to come! Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more!
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,

Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Ant. Now, by my sword,
Ant. The gods best know,—

Cleo. And target,

Still he mends;
Cleo. 0, never was there queen

But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first,

How this Herculean Roman does become
I saw the treasons planted.

The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. Cleopatra,

Ant. I'll leave you, lady!
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Cleo. Courteous lord, one word !
true,

Sir, you and I must part, – but that's not it:
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Sir, you and I have lov’d, - but there's not it;
Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, That you know well. Something it is I would, -
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, 0, my oblivion is a very Antony,
Which break themselves in swearing!

And I am all forgotten.
Ant. Most sweet queen,

Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
But bid farewell, and go! when you sued staying, For idleness itself.
Then was the time for words. No going then ; Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

To bear such idleness so near the heart,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,
But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

hence;

Eye well to you! your honour calls
Art turn’d the greatest liar.

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
Ant. How now, lady!

And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thon should'st Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success
know,

Be strew'd before your feet!
There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant. Let us go! Come!
Ant. Hear me, queen!

Our separation so abides, and flies,
The strong necessity of time commands

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Our services a-while; but my full heart

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Away !
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;

SCENE IV.
Equality of two domestic powers

house.
strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey, It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such, as have not thriv'd

One great competitor. From Alexandria
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;

This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike,

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More womanly, than he: hardly gave andience, or Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
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there

Lep. It is pity of him.
A man, who is the abstract of all faults

Caes. Let his shames quickly
That all men follow.

Drive him to Rome! 'tis time we twain
Lep. I must not think, there are

Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Evils enough to darken all his goodness:

Assemble we immediate council! Pompey
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Thrives in our idleness.
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary Lep. To-morrow, Caesar,
Rather, than purchas'd; what he cannot change, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Than what he chooses.

Both what by sea and land I can be able,
Caes. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not To 'front this present time.
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,

Cae. Till which encounter,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit

It is my business too. Farewell!
And keep the turu of tippling with a slave, Lep. Farewell, my lord! What you shall know mean
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet

time
With knaves, that smell of sweat: say, this becomes of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
him,

To let me be partaker.
(As his composure must be rare indeed,

Caes. Doubt not, sir!
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony I knew it for my bond.

[Exeunt.
cuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fillid SCENE V. - Alerandria. A room in the palace.
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Enter Cleopatra, CHARMAN, Ikas, and Mardian.
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,

Cleo. Charmian, -
Call on him for't: but, to confound such time,

Char. Madam!
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud,

Cleo. Ha, ha!
As his own state, and ours, – 'tis to be chid,

Give me to drink mandragora !
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge, Char. Why, madam ?
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of

time,
Enter a Messenger.

My Antony is away.
Lep. Here's more news.

Char. You think of him
Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every Too much.

hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report,

Cleo. 0, treason !
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea,

Char. Madam, I trust, not so.

Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian!
And it appears, he is belov'd of those

Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ?
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports

Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.

In aught an eunuch has, 'Tis well for thee,
Caes. I should have known no less :-

That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
It hath been taught us from the primal state,

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were;

Mar. Yes, gracious madam!

Cleo. Indeed?
And the ebb’d man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
Comes dear’d, by being lack'd. This common body, But what in deed is honest to be done :
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,

Yet have I fierce affections, and think,
Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,

What Venus did with Mars.
To rot itself with motion.

Cleo. O Charmian,
Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word,

Where think'st thou he is now? Stands be, or
Menecrates and Mepas, famous pirates,

sits he?
Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
They make in Italy; the borders maritime

Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou, whom thou Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:

mov'st?
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
Taken, as seen; for Pompey's name strikes niore,

And burgonet of men. - - He's speaking now,
Than could his war resisted.
Caes. Antony,

Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?

For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
Leave thy lascivious wassals! When thou once

With most delicious poison.-- Think on me,
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st

That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel

And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,

When thou wast here above the ground, I was
Though daintily brought up, with patience more

A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Than savages could sufler: thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle,

Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
Which beasts would cough at:

thy palate then dia There would he anchor his aspect, and die
deign

With looking on his life.
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

Enter ALEXAS.
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps, Cleo. How much uplike art thou Mark Antony!
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
Which some did die to look on: and all this With his tinct gilded thee.
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,) How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

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Cieo. W:.''born that day,

His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Content
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a bezgar.- Ink and paper, Charmian!-

His brother wart'd upon him; although list

Not mov'd by Antony!
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Exer lore Caesar so?

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Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis !
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Char. The valiant Caesar!

selves;
Cleo. By lsis, I will give thee bloody teeth,

For they have entertained cause enough
If thou with Caesar paragon again

To draw their swords: but how the fear of si
My man of men.

May soment their divisions, and bind up
Char. By your most gracious pardon,

The peity diference, we yet not knor.
I sing but after you.
Cleo. My sallad days,

Come, Menas!
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
To say, as I said then! - Bat, come, away!
Get me ink and paper!
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. (Exeun. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deda
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To soft and gentle speech.
SCENE I. – Meszina. A room in Pompey's house. Terans ver like himself. If Caesar more bim,
Enter Pouper, MESECRATES, and Mexas.

Let Antony look over Caesar's head,
Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist

And speak as loud as Mars! By Jupiter,
The deeds of justest men.

Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,

I would not shave to-day.
That what they do delay, they not deny.

Lep. 'Tis not a time
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays Eno. Every time

For private stomaching.
The thing we sue for.

Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,

Eno. Not, if the small come first,
By losing of our prayers.

Lep. Your speech is passion:
Pom. I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;

The noble Antony.
My power's a crescent, and my augưring hope

Enter Antony and VentiDICS.
Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony

Eno. And yonder, Caesar.
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors : Caesar gets money, where Hark you, Ventidius!
He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,

Caes. I do not know,
Nor either cares for him.

Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.

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