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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
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.
Cleopatra's health to driuk.
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune !
Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Ant. Grates me: the sum
Char. Pray then, foresee me one!
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer, than you are.
Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
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.
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
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors !
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.
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Dem, I'm full sorry,
I will hope
more soothsayer, that you praised so to the queen 10, that some man rioose-wir’d, so it is a deadly sorrowca
behold a foul knave nncuckolded; therefore, dear The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ;
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see
how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer Eno. No, lady.
our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die!
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.
piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
would have discredited your travel.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
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-
not be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
And get her love to part. For not alone
(Exit. The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Petition is at home : Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, 2 Mess. In Sicyon:
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
[Exit Messenger. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
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
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?
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,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!--
But let it be!-- I am quickly ill, and well:
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
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
Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword,
Cleo. And target,
Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. I'll leave you, lady!
Sir, you and I must part, – but that's not it:
And I am all forgotten.
Ant. But that your royalty
To bear such idleness so near the heart,
Eye well to you! your honour calls
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Be strew'd before your feet!
Ant. Let us go! Come!
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
One great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike,
More womanly, than he: hardly gave andience, or Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
Lep. It is pity of him.
Caes. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome! 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Assemble we immediate council! Pompey
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
Cae. Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell!
To let me be partaker.
Caes. Doubt not, sir!
Enter Cleopatra, CHARMAN, Ikas, and Mardian.
Cleo. Charmian, -
Cleo. Ha, ha!
Give me to drink mandragora !
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of
My Antony is away.
Char. You think of him
Cleo. 0, treason !
Char. Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian!
Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ?
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has, 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
Mar. Yes, gracious madam!
Yet have I fierce affections, and think,
What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands be, or
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou, whom thou Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. - - He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison.-- Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
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
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
thy palate then dia There would he anchor his aspect, and die
With looking on his life.
May it be
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How lesser ennities may give way to greater.
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The ne'er last-wearied Antony.
Aler. Ay, madan, twenty several messengers: Men. I cannot hope,
Caesar and Antoey shall well greet together
His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Content
His brother wart'd upon him; although list
Not mov'd by Antony!
Pom. I know not, Venas,
Char, O that brave Caesar! )
Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis !
Say, the brave Antsny.
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of si
May soment their divisions, and bind up
The peity diference, we yet not knor.
To soft and gentle speech.
Let Antony look over Caesar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars! By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave to-day.
Lep. 'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Eno. Not, if the small come first,
Lep. Your speech is passion:
The noble Antony.
Enter Antony and VentiDICS.
Eno. And yonder, Caesar.
Caes. I do not know,
Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
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