« AnteriorContinuar »
All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.
[Ereunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and I had thought to have held it poor; but, since my lord
Attendants. Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning, To be Ant. We'll yet do well.
furious Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Is, to be frighted out of fear : and in that mood, Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night The dove will peck the estridge 7; and I see still, I'll force
A diminution in our captain's brain The wine peep through their scars. - Come on, my | Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, queen;
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, Some way to leave him.
SCENE I. - Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.
What means this?
Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow Enter Cæsar, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, ME
[Aside. CÆNAS, and others.
Out of the mind. Cæs. He calls me, boy ; and chides, as he had
And thou art honest too.
I wish I could be made so many men ; power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
And all of you clapp'd up together in He hath whipp'd with rods ; dares me to personal An Antony ; that I might do you service, combat,
So good as you have done. Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
The gods forbid ! I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night: Laugh at his challenge.
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, Mec. Cæsar must think,
As when mine empire was your fellow too, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
And suffer'd my command. Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
What does he mean? Make boot 6 of his distraction : Never anger
Eno. To make his followers weep. Made good guard for itself.
Tend me to-night Cæs.
Let our best heads
May be, it is the period of your duty: Know, that to morrow the last of many battles
Haply, you shall not see me more ; or if, We mean to fight : — Within our files there are,
A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
You'll serve another master. I look on you, Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, And feast the army: we have store to do't,
I turn you not away; but, like a master And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony !
Married to your good service, stay till death: [Exeunt.
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield 8 you for't ! SCENE II. - Alexandria. A Room in the
What mean you, sir, Palace.
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed; for shame,
Ho, ho, ho ! Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! Eno.
No. Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty Ant. Why should be not?
friends, Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better You take me in too dolorous a sense ; fortune,
I spake to you for your comfort: did desire you He is twenty men to one.
To burn this night with torches : Know, my hearts, Ant. To-morrow, soldier,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, By sea and land I'll fight : or I will live,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Than death and honour. Let's to supper ; come, Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well ?
And drown consideration.
[Exeunt. Eno. I'll strike ; and cry, Take all. Ant. Well said ; come on. —
SCENE III. — Before the Palace. Call forth my household servants ; let's to-night
Enter two Soldiers to their Guards.
1 Sold. Brother, good night : to-morrow is the day. Enter Servants.
2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Be bounteous at our meal. — Give me thy hand, Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast thou ;. 1 Sold. Nothing: What news? And thou, — and thou, - and thou ; — you have 2 Sold.
Belike, 'tis but a rumour : serv'd me well,
Good night to you. And kings have been your fellows.
Well, sir, good night. 6 Take advantage.
& Reward. SA
Enter an Officer armed.
A workman in't. Good morrow to thee; wel2 Sold.
come ; Have careful watch. 3 Sold. And you : Good night, good night. To business that we love, we rise betime,
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: [The first two place themselves at And go to it with delight.
their Posts. 4 Sold. Here we: [They take their Posts.] and Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,
A thousand, sir, if to-morrow
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish. 3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army,
Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. And full of purpose.
2 off. The morn is fair. - Good morrow, general. [Musick of Hartboys under the Stage. 4 Sold. Peace, what noise ?
All. Good morrow, general.
'Tis well blown, lads, 2 Sold. Hark!
This morning, like the spirit of a youth 1 Sold. Musick i' the air.
That means to be of note, begins betimes. — 3 Sold. Under the earth.
So, so; come, give me that: this way, well said 4 Sold.
It signs 9 well,
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: Does't not ?
This is a soldier's kiss : rebukable [Kisses her. 3 Sold. No.
And worthy shameful check it re, to stand 1 Sold. Peace, I say. What should this mean? On more mechanick compliment; I'll leave thee, 2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Now, like a man of steel. – You that will fight, Now leaves him.
Follow me close ; I'll bring you to't. — Adieu. 1 Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen
[Ereunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Sold.
Lead me. Cleo.
How now? How now? do you hear this?
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might [Several speaking together.
Determine this great war in single fight! 1 Sold.
Ay; Is't not strange ?
Well, on. (Ereunt. Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear ? 1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter.
SCENE V. - Antony's Camp near Alexandria, Let's see how't will give off.
Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and Eros; a Sold. (Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange.
Soldier meeting them. [Exeunt. Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony.
Ant. 'Would thou and those thy scars had once SCENE IV. - A Room in the Palace.
To make me fight at land! Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and
Hadst thou done so, others, attending.
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros !
That has this morning left thee, would have still Cleo.
Sleep a little. Follow'd thy heels. Ant. No, my chuck. - Eros, come; mine armour,
Who's gone this morning? Eros !
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on:
Say, I am none of thine.
What say'st thou ? If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Sir, Because we brave her. - Come.
He is with Cæsar, Cleo.
Nay, I'll help too. What's this for ?
Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
Is he gone? The armourer of my heart: - False, false; this, this.
Most certain Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be. Ant.
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; We shall thrive now.
Seest thou, my good fellow? Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him Go put on thy defences.
(I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: Eros. Briefly, sir.
Say, that I wish he never find more cause Cleo. Is not this buckled well ?
To change a master. — 0, my fortunes have Ant.
Rarely; rarely : Corrupted honest men;— Eros, despatch. [Ereunt. He that unbuckles this, till we do please
SCENE VI. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. To doff't' for our repose, shall hear a storm. Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS, More tight at this than thou : Despatch. O love,
and others. That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
Our will is, Antony be took alive; 9 Bodes. 1 Put it off. 2 Handy.
Make it so known.
Agr. Cæsar, I shall.
Let us score their backs,
I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour, Come thee on.
I'll halt after. [Exeunt. Is come into the field. Ces.
Go, charge Agrippa SCENE VIII. — Under the Walls of Alexandria. Plant those that have revolted in the van,
Alarum. That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Enter ANTONY, marching; Scarus, and
Forces. Upon himself. [Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry, Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one On affairs of Antony: there did persuade
before, Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, And leave his master Antony: for this pains, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; That fell away, have entertainment, but
For doughty 5-handed are you ; and have fought No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
Each man's like mine ; you have shown all Hectors. That I will joy no more.
Enter the city, clasp your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss Sold.
Enobarbus, Antony The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand ; Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
[To SCARUS. His bounty overplus: The messenger Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now,
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. Unloading of his mules.
To this great fairy 6 I'll commend thy acts, Eno. I give it you.
Make her thanks bless thee. - O thou day o'the Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.
world, I tell you true : Best that you saf'd the bringer Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Through proof of harness 7 to my heart, and there Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Ride on the pants triumphing. Continues still a Jove. [Exit Soldier. Cleo.
Lord of lords ! Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from And feel I am so most. O Antony,
The world's great snare uncaught? Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid Ant.
My nightingale, My better service, when my turpitude
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows 3 my
though grey heart:
Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man ; I fight against thee! - No: I will go seek Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand; Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits Kiss it, my warrior: — He hath fought to-day, My latter part of life.
[Exit. As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape. SCENE VII. — Field of Battle belween the Camps. Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend, Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa, An armour all of gold; it was a king's. and others.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phæbus' car. - Give me thy hand; Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe 8 them. Exceeds what we expected.
[Exeunt. Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together ; Alarum. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, wounded.
And drink carouses to the next day's fate, Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Which promises royal peril. — Trumpeters, Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With brazen din blast you the city's ear; With clouts about their heads.
Make mingle with our rattling tambourines; Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace. That heaven and earth may strike their sounds Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
together, But now 'tis made an H.
Applauding our approach.
They do retire.
SCENE IX. - Cæsar's Camp.
Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS. Enter Eros. Eros. They are beaten, sir ; and our advantage we must return to the court of guard: The night
1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
5 Brave. For a fair victory.
Beauty united with power, was the popular characteris 3 Swells.
tick of fairies. 7 Armour of proof.
Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle
Swallows have built By the second hour i' the morn.
In Cleopatra's sails their nest : the augurers 2 Sold.
This last day was Say, they know not, – they cannot tell : – look A shrewd one to us.
O, bear me witness, night, – And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Sold. What man is this?
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, 2 Sold.
Stand close, and list to him. His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Alarum afar off, as at a Sea Figlit.
All is lost; 3 Sold.
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me : Hark further.
My fleet hath yielded to the foe: and yonder Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, They cast their caps up, and carouse together The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;
Like friends long lost. - Triple-turn'd whore! ? ’tis That life, a very rebel to my will,
thou May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault;
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, For when I am reveng’d upon my charm, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
I have done all : Bid them all fly, begone. Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Erit SCARTS Forgive me in thine own particular;
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: But let the world rank me in register
Fortune and Antony part here; even here A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
Do we shake hands.-All come to this? The hearts O Antony! 0 Antony!
(Dies. That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave 2 Sold. Let's speak
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets To him.
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd, 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks That over-topp'd them all. Betray'd I am : May concern Cæsar.
O this false soul of Egypt ! this grave charm, 9 Sold.
Let's do so. But he sleeps. Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and calld them 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
home; Was never yet for sleeping.
Whose bosom was my crownets, my chief end, 2 Sold.
Go we to him. Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose“, 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss. 2 Sold.
Hear you, sir? What, Eros, Eros! 1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught 9 him.
Ah! thou spell! Avaunt. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Ant. Vanish: or I shall give thee thy deserving, Is fully out.
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, 3 Sold. Come on then;
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: He may recover yet.
[Exeunt with the Body. Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot SCENE X. - Between the two Camps.
Of all thy sex ; most monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives 5, to dolts; and let Enter ANTONY and Scarus, with Forces, marching.
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
With her prepared nails. (Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well
thou'rt gone, We please them not by land. Scar.
For both, my lord.
If it be well to live: But better 'twere Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air ; Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Might have prevented many. - Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me, Upon the hills adjoining to the city,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage: Shall stay with us; order for sea is given ;
Let me lodge Lichas 6 on the horns o’the moon; They have put forth the haven, further on,
And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club, Where their appointment we may best discover,
Subdue And look on their endeavour.
my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Enter CÆSAR, and his Forces, marching. Under this plot: she dies fur't. — Eros, ho! (Exit. Cæs. But' being charg’d, we will be still by land, SCENE XI. - Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Which, as I tak’t, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. And hold our best advantage.
[Exeunt. Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon 7 for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.
Was never so emboss'd. 8 Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine 2 Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony
and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus. 3 Finish. does stand,
A cheating game, at present named pricking at the belt. I shall discover all : I'll bring thee word
s For the smallest piece of money. Straight how 'tis like to go.
[Erit. 6 The boy that brought the poisoned shirt to Hercules
7 Ajax Telamon for the shield of Achilles. • Reached 1 Without
& Foaming at the mouth.
To the monument; No more a soldier : - bruis'd pieces, go; There lock yourself, and send him word you are You have been nobly borne. From me a while. dead.
[Erit Eros. The soul and body rive not more in parting, I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Than greatness going off.
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now Cleo.
To the monument : All length is torture : Since the torch is out, Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Lie down, and stray no further : Now all labour Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
Mars what it does ; yea, very force entangles And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,
Itself with strength : Seal then, and all is done. Mardian ; and bring me how he takes my death. - Eros ! — I come,' my queen: - Eros! Stay for me: To the monument.
(Exeunt. Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
hand, SCENE XII. - Another Room.
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Enter Antony and Eros.
Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours. — - Come, Eros, Eros ! Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me! Eros. Ay, noble lord.
Re-enter Eros. Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;
Eros. What would my lord ? A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
Since Cleopatra died, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,
I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
, to lack
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
The courage of a woman; less noble mind Eros.
Ay, my lord.
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells, Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a That
, when the exigent should come, (whịch now
I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros, thought, The rack 9 dislimns : and makes it indistinct,
Is come, indeed,) when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come; Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st. Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Put colour in thy cheek. Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
Eros. I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,
The gods withhold me! Whose heart , I thought, I had, for she had mine; Though enemy, lost aim, and could not ?
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
Eros, A million more, now lost, she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and seo Unto an enemy's triumph.
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 ?
I would not see't.
Ant. Come then ; for with a wound I must be
cur'd. My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely.
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.
O, sir, pardon me. Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once;
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not And that she has discharg’d: What thou wouldst do, To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ;
then Is done unto thy hand : the last she spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony !
Or thy precedent services are all Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
Wherein the worships of the whole world lies. Thy name so buried in her.
Ant. Lo thee!
[Turning from him. Ant. Dead then ?
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Then let it do at once
My dear master, safe,
My captain, and my emperor ! let me say, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.- Off, pluck off;
Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farewell. [Exit MARDIAN.
Ant. 'Tis said, man;- and farewell. The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? The battery from my heart.
Now, Eros. Heart, once be stronger than thy continent',
Eros. Why, there then : [Falls on his sword.) Crack thy frail case ! - A pace, Eros, apace.
Thus do I escape the sorrow 9 The fleeting clouds.
Of Antony's death. lie. The thing that contains thee.