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Thrice nobler than myself! I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, Thou teachest me, ( valiant Eros, what
And have my thanks for all. I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and
(Eseunt, bearing ANTONI Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me
SCENE XIII. - A Monument. A nobleness in record : But I will be
Enter above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Ikas. A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come then ; and, Eros,
Cleo. O, Charmian, I will never go from hence. Thy master dies thy scholar; to do thus
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
No, I will not; I learn’d of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?
All strange and terrible events are welcome, The guard ! — ho! – 0, despatch me.
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great Enter DERCETAS and Guard.
Enter DIOMEDES. 1 Guard.
What's the noise ? As that which makes it. - How now? is he dead? Ant. I bave done my work ill, friends : 0, make
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument, Of what I have begun.
His guard have brought him thither. 2 Guard.
The star is fallen. I Guard. And time is at his period.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. AU. Alas, and woe! Cleo.
O thou sun, Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! - darkling 1 Guard.
stand 2 Guard. Nor I.
The varying shore o' the world! – Antony ! 3 Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard. Antony, Antony ! Charmian, help; help, Iras; Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. Help, friends below; Let's draw him hither. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Ant.
Peace: Shall enter me with him.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Dio. Where's Antony ?
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
Lives he? I here importune death awhile, until
I dare not, dear Sufficient strokes for death.
(Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not, Dio.
Most absolute lord, Lest I be taken : not the imperious show My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall Ant. When did she send thee?
Be brooch'd * with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Dio. Now, my lord.
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Ant.
Where is she? | Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a pro- And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour phesying fear
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw Help me, my women, - we must draw thee up; (Which never shall be found,) you did suspect Assist, good friends. She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage Ant.
O, quick, or I am gone. Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was Cleo. Here's sport indeed! — How heavy weighs
dead; But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent Our strength is all gone into heaviness, Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power, I dread, too late.
The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, Ant. Too late, good Diomed : Call my guard, And set thee by Jove's side.
Yet come a little, I pr’ythee.
Wishers were ever fools; - 0, come, come, come ; Dio. What, ho! the emperor's guard! The
[They draw ANTONY upguard, what, ho !
And welcome, welcome ! die, where thou hast livd: Come, your lord calls.
Quicken 6 with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.
A heavy sight Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying : Tis the last service that I shall command you. Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. 1 Guard. Woe are we, sir, you may not live to Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, All your true followers out.
Provok'd by my offence.
One word, sweet queen; Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety. –0! fate
Cleo. They do not go together.
my lord !
Gentle, hear me:
5 Sedate determination.
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; Iras.
Royal Egypt ! None about Cæsar.
Empress ! Ant. The miserable change now at my end, Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and comIn feeding them with those my former fortunes
manded Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, By such poor passion as the maid that milks, The noblest : and do now not basely die,
And does the meanest chares. 7 — - It were for me Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going ; Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; I can no more.
[Dies. Patience is sottish; and impatience does Cleo.
Noblest of men, woo't die ? Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
To rush into the secret house of death, In this dull world, which in thy absence is Ere death dare come to us?- How do you, women? No better than a stye? — 0, see, my women, What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian? The crown o'the earth doth melt:
- My lord !
My noble girls! - Ah, women, women, look ! 0, wither'd is the garland of the war,
Our lamp is spent, it's out: - Good sirs, take The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls
[To the Guard below. Are level now with men; the odds is gone, We'll bury him: and then what's brave, what's noble, And there is nothing left remarkable
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, Beneath the visiting moon. [She faints. And make death proud to take us.
Come away : Char.
O quietness, lady! This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
Ah, women, women ! come; we have no friend Char.
But resolution, and the briefest end. Iras.
Madam, [Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's Body. Char. O madam, madam, madam!
Look you sad, friends ? SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.
And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
His taints and honours The pauses that he makes.
Waged equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you gods will give us Enter DERCETAS, with the Sword of Antony. Some faults to make us mend. Casar is touch'd. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, thạt Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, dar'st
He needs must see himself. Appear thus to us?
O Antony !
I have follow'd thee to this: - But we do lance
Or look on thine; we could not stall together To spend upon his haters : If thou please
In the whole world : but yet let me lament, To take me to thee, as I was to him
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, I'll be to Cæsar; If thou pleasest not,
That thou, my brother, my competitor I yield thee up my life.
In top of all design, my mate in empire, Cæs.
What is't thou say'st ? Friend and companion in the front of war, Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
The arnı of mine own body, and the heart Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make Where mine his 8 thoughts did kindle, — that our A greater crack: The round world should have shook
stars, Lions into civil streets,
Unreconciliable, should divide
But I will tell you at some meeter season ;
Enter a Messenger.
The business of this man looks out of him, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
We'll hear him what he says.
Whence are you Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
mistress, Splitted the heart. - This is his sword,
Confind in all she has, her monument, I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
Of thy intents desires instruction ; With his most noble blood.
That she preparedly may frame herself
| A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly To the way she's forc'd to.
Look him i' the face.
This I'll report, dear lady. She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied How honourable and how kindly we
Of him that caus'd it. Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live
Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; To be ungentle.
[Here Proculeus, and two of the Guard, Mess. So the gods preserve thee! (Exit. ascend the Monument by a Ladder placed Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say,
against a Window, and having descended, We purpose her no shame; give her what comforts
come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard The quality of her passion shall require;
unbar and open the Gates. Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke Guard her till Cæsar come. She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
[To Proculeius and the Guard. Exit Would be eternal in our triumph: Go,
Char. o Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Pro.
Cæsar, I shall. [Erit ProcuLEIUS. Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands. Cæs. Gallus, go you along. - Where's Dolabella,
[Drawing a Dagger To second Proculeius? (Erit Gallus. Pro.
Hold, worthy lady, hold: Agr. Mec. Dolabella!
(Seizes and disarms ker. Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this How he's employed; he shall in time be ready. Reliev'd, but not betray'd. Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
What, of death too How hardly I was drawn into this war;
That rids our dogs of languish? How calm and gentle I proceeded still
Cleopatra, In all my writings: Go with me and see
Do not abuse my master's bounty, by What I can show in this.
[Exeunt. The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and Iras.
Worth many babes and beggars ! Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
0, temperance, lady! A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave 9, If idle talk will once be necessary, A minister of her will; And it is great
I'll not sleep neither : This mortal house I'll ruin, To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Which shackles accidents; and bolts up change ; Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court: Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And show me to the shouting varletry! Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, Proculeius, Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Gallus, and Soldiers.
Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt; Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies And bids thee study on what fair demands Blow me into abhorring ! rather make Thou mean'st to have him grant thee,
My country's high pyramides my gibbet, Cleo. (Within.]
What's thy name? And hang me up in chains ! Pro. My name is Proculeius.
You do extend Cleo. [Within.]
Antony These thoughts of horror further than you shall Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but Find cause in Cæsar. I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trusting. If your master
Enter DOLABELLA. Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, Dol.
Proculeius, That majesty, to keep decorum, must
What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
And he hath sent for thee : as for the queen, To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
I'll take her to my guard. He gives me so much of mine own, as I
So, Dolabella, Will kneel to him with thanks.
It shall content me best : be gentle to her. – Pro.
Be of good cheer ; To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please, You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing : Make your full reference freely to my lord, If you'll employ me to him. Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
Cleo. On all that need : Let me report to him
(Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers Your sweet dependancy: and you shall find Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness, Cleo. I cannot tell. Where he for grace is kneelid to.
Assuredly, you know me. Cleo. [Within.]
Pray you, tell him Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
Is't not your trick ?
Say, I would die
Cleopatra, know, Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony; - We will extenuate rather than enforce : 0, such another sleep, that I might see
If you apply yourself to our intents, But such another man !
(Which towards you are most gentle,) you shall find Dol.
If it might please you, A benefit in this change; but if Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein To lay on me a cruelty, by taking stuck
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and Of my good purposes, and put your children lighted
To that destruction which I'll guard them from, The little 0, the earth.
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. Dol.
Most sovereign creature, Cleo. And may; through all the world : 'tis yours : Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm
and we Crested the world : his voice was propertied Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; Hang in what place you please. Here, my good But when he meant to quail 2 and shake the orb,
lord. He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, That grew the more by reaping : In his livery I am possess'd of : 'tis exactly valued : Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands Not petty things admitted. — Where's Seleucus ?
Sel. Here, madam. As plates 3 dropp'd from his pocket.
Cleo. This is my treasurer ; let him speak, my lord, Dol.
Cleopatra, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam, As this I dream'd of?
I had rather seel 5 my lips, than, to my peril, Dol. Gentle madam, no.
Speak that which is not. Cleo. You lie up to the hearing of the gods.
What have I kept back? But, if there be, or ever were one such,
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made It's past the size of dreaming : Nature wants stuff
known. To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Your wisdom in the deed. Condemning shadows quite.
See, Cæsar! O, behold, Dol.
Hear me, good madam : How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; Your loss is as yourself, great : and you bear it And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine As answering to the weight: Would I might never The ingratitude of this Seleucus does O’ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,
Even make me wild ; - O slave, of no more trust By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Than love that's hir'd! - What, goest thou back ? My very heart at root.
thou shalt Cleo. I thank you, sir.
Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain,dog!
Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. O rarely base !
Good queen, let us entreat you. Dol.
Though he be honourable, - Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; Cleo: He'll lead me then in triumph?
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, Dol.
Madam ; he will; Doing the honour of thy lordliness I know it.
To one so meek, that mine own servant should [Within.] Make way there, — Cæsar.
Parcel 6 the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity
Which is the queen As we greet modern 7 friends withal : and say, Of Egypt?
Some nobler token I have kept apart Dol. 'Tis the emperor, madam.
For Livia, and Octavia, to induce (CLEOPATRA kneels.
Their mediation ; must I be unfolded Cæs.
With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me You shall not kneel
Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
[To SELEUCUS. Cleo.
Sir, the gods
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Will have it thus; my master and my lord
Through the ashes of my chance. Wert thou a I must obey
man, Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts: Thou wouldst have mercy on me. The record of what injuries you did us,
Forbear, Seleucus. Though written in our flesh, we shall reinember
[Exit SELEUCUS. As things but done by chance.
Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misCleo. Sole sir o'the world,
thought I cannot project * mine own cause so well
For things that others do; and, when we fall, To make it clear ; but do confess, I have
We answer others' merits in our name, Been laden with like frailties, which before
Are therefore to be pitied. Have often sham'd our sex.
6 Add to 3 Crush. 3 Silver money. • Shape or form.
8 Cæsar's wife.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed : Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg’d, And, when thou hast done this chare. I'll give thee Put we i' the roll of conquest : still be it yours,
leave Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
To play till doomsday. — Bring our crown and all. Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you Wherefore's this noise ? Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheerd;
[Exit Iras. A Noise wukin. Make not your thoughts your prisons : no, dear queen;
Enter one of the Guard. For we intend so to dispose you, as
Here is a rural fellow, Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep :
That will not be denied your highness' presence; Our care and pity is so much upon you,
He brings you figs. That we remain your friend; And so, adieu.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument Cleo. My master, and my lord !
[ Exit Guard. Cæs.
Not so: Adieu. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
[Ereunt Cæsar and his Train. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Cleo. He words ine, girls, he words me, that I of woman in me: Now from head to foot should not
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. No planet is of mine.
[Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket. And we are for the dark.
This is the man.
[Erit Guard. I have spoke already, and it is provided ;
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
Clown. Truly I have him : but I would not be
the party that should desire you to touch him, for Re-enter DOLABELLA.
his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do Dol. Where is the queen ?
seldom or never recover. Char.
Behold, sir. (Exit CharmiAN. Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Cleo.
Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, of one of them no longer than yesterday : a very Which my love makes religion to obey,
honest woman, but something given to lie; as a I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: Intends his journey ; and, within three days, how she died of the biting of it, what pains she felt. You with your children will he send before :
Truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm: Make your best use of this: I have perform'd But he that will believe all that they say, shall never Your pleasure and my promise.
be saved by half that they do: But this is most Cleo.
Dolabella, fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worin.
Cleo. Farewell. (Clown sets down the Basket. Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dol.] Now, Clown. You must think this, look you, that the Iras, what think'st thou ?
worm will do his kind. 2 Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. In Rome, as well as I: mechanick slaves
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths,
is no goodness in the worm. Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. And forc'd to drink their vapour.
Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, Iras.
The gods forbid ! for it is not worth the feeding. Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras : Saucy lictors Cleo. Will it eat me? Will catch at us, like strumpets : and scald rhymers Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but Ballad us out o'tune: the quick 9 comedians I know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I Extemporally will stage us, and present
know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the Our Alexandria revels; Antony
devil dress ber not. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Some squeaking Cleopatra boy' my greatness. Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the worm. Iras. O the good gods !
(Erit. Cleo. Nay, that is certain. Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure my nails
Re-enter IRAs, with a Robe, Crown, fre. Are stronger than mine eyes.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Cleo.
Why that's the way
Immortal longings in me: Now no more To fool their preparation, and to conquer
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : Their most absurd intents. -- Now, Charinian? - Yare, yares, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock