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Ant. The gods best know,

Ant.

You'll heat my blood : no more. Cleo.

0, never was there queen Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,

Ant. Now, by my sword,-I saw the treasons planted.

Cleo.

And target,--Still he mends; Ant.

Cleopatra

But this is not the best: Look, prithee, Charmian, Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine, and How this Herculean Roman does become true,

The carriage of his chafe. Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Ant.

I'll leave you, lady. Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: Which break themselves in swearing!

Sir, you and I have lov’d,—but there's not it ; Ant.

Most sweet queen,

That you know well : Something it is I would, Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your O, my oblivion is a very Antony, going,

And I am all forgotten. But bid farewell , and go : when you sued staying, Ant.

But that your royalty Then was the time for words: No going then ;- Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Eternity was in our lips and eyes;

For idleness itself. Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,

Cleo.

'Tis sweating labour But was a race of heaven: They are so still, To bear such idleness so near the heart Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; Art turn’d the greatest liar.

Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Ant.

How now, lady! Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence ; Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, know

And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword There were a heart in Egypt.

Sit laurel victory, and smooth success Ant.

Hear me, queen :

Be strew'd before your feet! The strong necessity of time commands

Ant.

Let us go. Come: Our services a while; but my full heart

Our separation so abides, and flies, Remains in use with you. Our Italy

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: Away!

[Ereunt. Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to SCENE IV.–Rome. An Apartment in CÆSAR'S strength,

House.
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace

Enter Octavius CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd

Ces. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;

know, And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate By any desperate change: My more particular, One great competitor : from Alexandria And that which most with you should safe my going, This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes Is Fulvia's death.

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen of Ptolemy freedom,

More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, It does from childishness :—Can Fulvia die? Or vouchsaf'd to think he had partners : You shall Ant. She's dead, my queen:

find there Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read A man who is the abstract of all faults The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best ;

That all men follow. See when and where she died.

Lep.

I must not think there are O most false love! Evils enow to darken all his goodness : Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,

More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
In Fulvia's death how mine receiv'd shall be. Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know Than what he chooses.
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let's grant it is not As you shall give the advice : By the fire

Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
Thy soldier, servant ; making peace or war And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
As thou affect'st.

To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Cleo.

Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;- With knaves that smell of sweat; say, this becomes But let it be.—I am quickly ill, and well,

him, So Antony loves.

(As his composure must be rare indeed My precious queen, forbear; Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must And give true evidence to his love, which stands

Antony
An honourable trial.

No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
Cleo.
So Fulvia told me.

So great weight in his lightness. If he fillid
I prithee, turn aside, and weep for her;

His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears

Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene Call on him for't: but, to confound such time, Of excellent dissembling; and let it look

That drums him from his sport, and speaks as Like perfect honour.

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Cleo.

Ant.

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When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us, brings forth a new petticoat :—and, indeed, the tears Is as our earing. “Fare thee well a while.

live in an onion that should water this sorrow. Mess. At your noble pleasure.

[Erit. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Ant. From Sicyon how the news ! Speak Cannot endure my absence. there.

Eno. And the business you have broached here 1 Alt. The man from Sicyon.--Is there such an cannot be without you; especially that of Cleoone?

patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. 2 Att. He stays upon your will.

Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Ant.

Let him
appear.

Have notice what we purpose. I shall break These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, The cause of our expedience to the queen,

And get her love to part. For not alone
Enter another Messenger.

The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Or lose myself in dotage.- What are you? Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.

Of many our contriving friends in Rome Ant.

Where died she? Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius 2 Mess. In Sicyon :

Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands Her length of sickness, with what else more serious The empire of the sea: our slippery people Importeth thee to know, this bears.

(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver

[Gives a letter. Till his deserts are past) begin to throw Ant.

Forbear me.- Pompey the great, and all his dignities,

[Erit Messenger. Upon his son; who, high in name and power, There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it : Higher than both in blood and life, stands up What our contempts do often hurl from us,

For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, The sides o' the world may danger: Much is By revolution lowering, does become

breeding, The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, The hand could pluck her back that shov'd her on. And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, I must from this enchanting queen break off; To such whose place is under us, requires Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, Our quick remove from hence. My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus ! Eno. I shall do't.

[Ereunt. Enter ENOBARBUS.

SCENE III.
Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Alexas. Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We Cleo. Where is he? see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they Char.

I did not see him since. suffer our departure, death's the word.

Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he Ant. I must be gone.

does :Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women I did not send you :-If you find him sad, die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing; Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report though, between them and a great cause, they should That I am sudden sick : Quick, and return. be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the

[Erit ALEI. least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do dearly, think there is mettle in death, which commits some You do not hold the method to enforce loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dy- || The like from him. ing.

Cleo.

What should I do I do not? Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.

Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of

nothing. nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they

him. are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; report : this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she In time we hate that which we often fear. makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!

Enter ANTONY. Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder- But here comes Antony. ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed Cleo.

I am sick and sullen. withal, would have discredited your travel.

Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purAnt. Fulvia is dead.

pose. Eno. Sir ?

Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Ant. Fulvia is dead.

St cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Eno. Fulvia ?

Will not sustain it. Ant. Dead.

Ant.

Now, my dearest queen,Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a Ant.

What's the matter! man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are good news. worn out there are members to make new. If What says the married woman ?-You may go; there were no more women but Fulvia, then had 'Would she had never given you leave to come! you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here, grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock I have no power upon you ; hers you are.

:

Ant. The gods best know,

Ant.

You'll heat my blood : no more. Cleo.

0, never was there queen Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,

Ant. Now, by my sword,-I saw the treasons planted.

Cleo.

And target, -Still he mends; Ant.

Cleopatra,

But this is not the best: Look, prithee, Charmian, Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine, and How this Herculean Roman does become true,

The carriage of his chafe. Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Ant.

I'll leave you, lady. Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Sir, you and I must part,--but that's not it: Which break themselves in swearing!

Sir, you and I have lov'd,—but there's not it ; Ant.

Most sweet queen,

That you know well : Something it is I would, Cleo. Nay, pray you, soek no colour for your o, my oblivion is a very Antony, going,

And I am all forgotten. But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Ant.

But that your royalty Then was the time for words : No going then ;- Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Eternity was in our lips and eyes;

For idleness itself. Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,

Cleo.

'Tis sweating labour But was a race of heaven: They are so still, To bear such idleness so near the heart Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Ant.

How now, lady! Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence ; Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, know

And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword There were a heart in Egypt.

Sit laurel victory, and smooth success Ant.

Hear me, queen : Be strew'd before your feet ! The strong necessity of time commands

Ant.

Let us go. Come : Our services a while; but my full heart

Our separation so abides, and flies, Remains in use with you. Our Italy

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Makes his approaches to the port of Rome : Away!

[Ereunt. Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to Scene IV.–Rome. An Apartment in CÆSAR's strength,

House.
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace

Enter Octavius CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd

Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;

know, And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate By any desperate change: My more particular, One great competitor: from Alexandria And that which most with you should safe my going, This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes Is Fulvia's death.

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen of Ptolemy freedom,

More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, It does from childishness :—Can Fulvia die ?

Or vouchsaf'd to think he had partners : You shall Ant. She's dead, my queen:

find there Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read A man who is the abstract of all faults The garboils she awak’d; at the last, best ;

That all men follow. See when and where she died.

Lep.

I must not think there are Cleo.

O most false love! Evils enow to darken all his goodness : Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,

More fiery by night's blackness ; hereditary, In Fulvia's death how mine receiv'd shall be. Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepard to know Than what he chooses. The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let's grant it is not As you shall give the advice: By the fire

Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ;
As thou affect'st.

To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Cleo.

Cut my

lace, Charmian, come ;- With knaves that smell of sweat; say, this becomes But let it be.--I am quickly ill, and well,

him, So Antony loves.

(As his composure must be rare indeed Ant.

My precious queen, forbear; Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must And give true evidence to his love, which stands

Antony
An honourable trial.

No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
Cleo.
So Fulvia told me.

So great weight in his lightness. If he fillid
I prithee, turn aside, and weep for her;

His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears

Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene Call on him for't: but, to confound such time, Of excellent dissembling; and let it look

That drums him from his sport, and speaks as Like perfect honour.

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As his own state, and ours,—'tis to be chid
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Enter a Messenger.
Lep.

Here's more news.
Mess. Thy biddings have been done;

and

every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How't is abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; And it appears he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæsar : to the ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wrong'd. Cæs.

I should have known no less :It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he which is was wish'd, until he were : And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth

love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd.

This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Mess.

Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and

wound With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt : No vessel can peep forth but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted. Cæs.

Antony, Leave thy lascivious vassals. When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at : thy palate then did

deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on : And all this
(It wounds thine honour that I speak it now)
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lep. 'Tis pity of him.
Cæs.

Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end,
Assemble me immediate council : Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
Lep.

To-morrow, Cæsar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To front this present time.
Cæs.

Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell.
Lep. Farewell, my lord : What you shall know

meantime
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.
Cæs.

Doubt not, sir;
I knew it for my bond.

[Ereunt.

SCENE V.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRA3, and

Mardian.
Cleo. Charmian,--
Char. Madam.

Cleo. Ha, ha!-
Give me to drink mandragora.
Char.

Why, madam?
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of

time
My Antony is away.
Char.

You think of him too much,
Cleo. 0, 'tis 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.
Cleo. Indeed ?

Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done:
Yet I have fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo.

O Charmian, Where thinkst thou he is now ? Stands he, or sits

he ? Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse ? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou

mov'st? 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 Phæbus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar. 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: There would he anchor his aspect, and die With looking on his life.

Enter ALEXAS. Aler.

Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee.How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ?

Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses, -
This orient pearl :--His speech sticks in my heart.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Aler.

Good friend, quoth he.
Say, “ The firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms: All the east, **
Say thou, “shall call her mistress.” So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arrogant steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
Cleo.

What, was he sad, or merry ? Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the

extremes Of hot and cold : he was nor sad nor merry.

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Cleo. O well-divided disposition !—Note him, Welcome, my good Alexas.—Did I, Charmian, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note Ever love Cæsar so ? him :

Char.

O that brave Cæsar ! He was not sad; for he would shine on those

Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! That make their looks by his : he was not Say, the brave Antony. merry;

Char.

The valiant Cæsar! Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, In Egypt with his joy : but between both:

If thou with Cæsar paragon again
O heavenly mingle !-Beest thou sad, or merry, My man of men!
The violence of either thee becomes;

Char.

By your most gracious pardon, So does it no man else.—Mett'st thou my posts ? I sing but after you. Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers : Cleo.

My salad days; Why do you send so thick ?

When I was green in judgment :~Cold in blood, Cleo.

Who's born that day To say as I said then!—But come, away: When I forget to send to Antony,

Get me ink and paper : he shall have every day Shall die a beggar.—Ink and paper, Charmian.- A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. (Exeunt.

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