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diff --git a/2268-0.txt b/2268-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5233fd --- /dev/null +++ b/2268-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4969 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2268 *** + + +Executive Director's Notes: + +In addition to the notes below, and so you will *NOT* think all +the spelling errors introduced by the printers of the time have +been corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as they +are presented herein: + + Barnardo. Who's there? + Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold +your selfe + + Bar. Long liue the King + + * * * * * + +As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain words +or letters they had often packed into a "cliche". . .this is the +original meaning of the term cliche. . .and thus, being unwilling +to unpack the cliches, and thus you will see some substitutions +that look very odd. . .such as the exchanges of u for v, v for u, +above. . .and you may wonder why they did it this way, presuming +Shakespeare did not actually write the play in this manner. . . . + +The answer is that they MAY have packed "liue" into a cliche at a +time when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" in +place of some "w"'s, etc. This was a common practice of the day, +as print was still quite expensive, and they didn't want to spend +more on a wider selection of characters than they had to. + +You will find a lot of these kinds of "errors" in this text, as I +have mentioned in other times and places, many "scholars" have an +extreme attachment to these errors, and many have accorded them a +very high place in the "canon" of Shakespeare. My father read an +assortment of these made available to him by Cambridge University +in England for several months in a glass room constructed for the +purpose. To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available +. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes, +that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of a +variety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famous +for signing his name with several different spellings. + +So, please take this into account when reading the comments below +made by our volunteer who prepared this file: you may see errors +that are "not" errors. . . . + +So. . .with this caveat. . .we have NOT changed the canon errors, +here is the Project Gutenberg Etext of Shakespeare's play. + +Michael S. Hart +Project Gutenberg +Executive Director + + * * * * * + +Scanner's Notes: + +What this is and isn't. This was taken from a copy of +Shakespeare's first folio and it is as close as I can come in +ASCII to the printed text. + +The elongated S's have been changed to small s's and the +conjoined ae have been changed to ae. I have left the spelling, +punctuation, capitalization as close as possible to the printed +text. I have corrected some spelling mistakes (I have put +together a spelling dictionary devised from the spellings of +the Geneva Bible and Shakespeare's First Folio and have unified +spellings according to this template), typo's and expanded +abbreviations as I have come across them. Everything within +brackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like that you +can delete everything within the brackets if you want a purer +Shakespeare. + +Another thing that you should be aware of is that there are +textual differences between various copies of the first folio. So +there may be differences (other than what I have mentioned above) +between this and other first folio editions. This is due to the +printer's habit of setting the type and running off a number of +copies and then proofing the printed copy and correcting the type +and then continuing the printing run. The proof run wasn't thrown +away but incorporated into the printed copies. This is just the +way it is. The text I have used was a composite of more than 30 +different First Folio editions' best pages. + +David Reed + +===================================================================== + + + + +The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra + + +Actus Primus. Scoena Prima. + +Enter Demetrius and Philo. + + Philo. Nay, but this dotage of our Generals +Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes +That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre, +Haue glow'd like plated Mars: +Now bend, now turne +The Office and Deuotion of their view +Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart, +Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst +The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper, +And is become the Bellowes and the Fan +To coole a Gypsies Lust. + +Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Traine, with +Eunuchs +fanning her. + +Looke where they come: +Take but good note, and you shall see in him +(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd +Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see + + Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much + + Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd + Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd + + Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen, +new Earth. +Enter a Messenger. + + Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome + + Ant. Grates me, the summe + + Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony. +Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes, +If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent +His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this; +Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that: +Perform't, or else we damne thee + + Ant. How, my Loue? + Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like: +You must not stay heere longer, your dismission +Is come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony, +Where's Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both? +Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene, +Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine +Is Caesars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame, +When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds. The Messengers + + Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch +Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space, +Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike +Feeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of life +Is to do thus: when such a mutuall paire, +And such a twaine can doo't, in which I binde +One paine of punishment, the world to weete +We stand vp Peerelesse + + Cleo. Excellent falshood: +Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her? +Ile seeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himselfe + + Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. +Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres, +Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh; +There's not a minute of our liues should stretch +Without some pleasure now. What sport to night? + Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors + + Ant. Fye wrangling Queene: +Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, +To weepe: who euery passion fully striues +To make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd. +No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to night +Wee'l wander through the streets, and note +The qualities of people. Come my Queene, +Last night you did desire it. Speake not to vs. + +Exeunt. with the Traine. + + Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight? + Philo. Sir, sometimes when he is not Anthony, +He comes too short of that great Property +Which still should go with Anthony + + Dem. I am full sorry, that hee approues the common +Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope +of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucillius, +Charmian, +Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas. + + Char. L[ord]. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, +almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer +that you prais'd so to'th' Queene? Oh that I knewe this +Husband, which you say, must change his Hornes with +Garlands + + Alex. Soothsayer + + Sooth. Your will? + Char. Is this the Man? Is't you sir that know things? + Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I +can read + + Alex. Shew him your hand + + Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough, +Cleopatra's health to drinke + + Char. Good sir, giue me good Fortune + + Sooth. I make not, but foresee + + Char. Pray then, foresee me one + + Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are + + Char. He meanes in flesh + + Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old + + Char. Wrinkles forbid + + Alex. Vex not his prescience, be attentiue + + Char. Hush + + Sooth. You shall be more belouing, then beloued + + Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking + + Alex. Nay, heare him + + Char. Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee +be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow +them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode +of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with +Octauius Caesar, and companion me with my Mistris + + Sooth. You shall out-liue the Lady whom you serue + + Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs + + Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former fortune, +then that which is to approach + + Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names: +Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue + + Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & foretell +euery wish, a Million + + Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch + + Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to +your wishes + + Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers + + Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes + + Enob. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall +be drunke to bed + + Iras. There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els + + Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus presageth Famine + + Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay + + Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prognostication, +I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee tel her +but a worky day Fortune + + Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike + + Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars + + Sooth. I haue said + + Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she? + Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better +then I: where would you choose it + + Iras. Not in my Husbands nose + + Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend + + Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him +mary a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, +and let her dye too, and giue him a worse, and let worse +follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to +his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this +Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight: +good Isis I beseech thee + + Iras. Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the +people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome +man loose-Wiu'd, so it is a deadly sorrow, to beholde a +foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Isis keep decorum, +and Fortune him accordingly + + Char. Amen + + Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a +Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but +they'ld doo't. +Enter Cleopatra. + + Enob. Hush, heere comes Anthony + + Char. Not he, the Queene + + Cleo. Saue you, my Lord + + Enob. No Lady + + Cleo. Was he not heere? + Char. No Madam + + Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaine +A Romane thought hath strooke him. +Enobarbus? + Enob. Madam + + Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias? + Alex. Heere at your seruice. +My Lord approaches. +Enter Anthony, with a Messenger. + + Cleo. We will not looke vpon him: +Go with vs. + +Exeunt. + + Messen. Fuluia thy Wife, +First came into the Field + + Ant. Against my Brother Lucius? + Messen. I: but soone that Warre had end, +And the times state +Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst Caesar, +Whose better issue in the warre from Italy, +Vpon the first encounter draue them + + Ant. Well, what worst + + Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller + + Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On. +Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus, +Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death, +I heare him as he flatter'd + + Mes. Labienus (this is stiffe-newes) +Hath with his Parthian Force +Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering +Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia, +And to Ionia, whil'st- + Ant. Anthony thou would'st say + + Mes. Oh my Lord + + Ant. Speake to me home, +Mince not the generall tongue, name +Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome: +Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults +With such full License, as both Truth and Malice +Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds, +When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs +Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile + + Mes. At your Noble pleasure. + +Exit Messenger + +Enter another Messenger. + + Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there + + 1.Mes. The man from Scicion, +Is there such an one? + 2.Mes. He stayes vpon your will + + Ant. Let him appeare: +These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake, +Or loose my selfe in dotage. +Enter another Messenger with a Letter. + +What are you? + 3.Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead + + Ant. Where dyed she + + Mes. In Scicion, her length of sicknesse, +With what else more serious, +Importeth thee to know, this beares + + Antho. Forbeare me +There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it: +What our contempts doth often hurle from vs, +We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure, +By reuolution lowring, does become +The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon, +The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on. +I must from this enchanting Queene breake off, +Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know +My idlenesse doth hatch. +Enter Enobarbus. + +How now Enobarbus + + Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? + Anth. I must with haste from hence + + Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how +mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our departure +death's the word + + Ant. I must be gone + + Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die. +It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though betweene +them and a great cause, they should be esteemed +nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this, +dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon +farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, +which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such +a celerity in dying + + Ant. She is cunning past mans thought + + Eno. Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing +but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds +and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes +and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot +be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine +as well as Ioue + + Ant. Would I had neuer seene her + + Eno. Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull +peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall, +would haue discredited your Trauaile + + Ant. Fuluia is dead + + Eno. Sir + + Ant. Fuluia is dead + + Eno. Fuluia? + Ant. Dead + + Eno. Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice: +when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man +from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting +therein, that when olde Robes are worne out, +there are members to make new. If there were no more +Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the +case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Consolation, +your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate, +and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water +this sorrow + + Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State, +Cannot endure my absence + + Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot +be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which +wholly depends on your abode + + Ant. No more light Answeres: +Let our Officers +Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake +The cause of our Expedience to the Queene, +And get her loue to part. For not alone +The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches +Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too +Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome, +Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius +Haue giuen the dare to Caesar, and commands +The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people, +Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer, +Till his deserts are past, begin to throw +Pompey the great, and all his Dignities +Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power, +Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp +For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on, +The sides o'th' world may danger. Much is breeding, + +Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life, +And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure, +To such whose places vnder vs, require +Our quicke remoue from hence + + Enob. I shall doo't. +Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras. + + Cleo. Where is he? + Char. I did not see him since + + Cleo. See where he is, +Whose with him, what he does: +I did not send you. If you finde him sad, +Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report +That I am sodaine sicke. Quicke, and returne + + Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly, +You do not hold the method, to enforce +The like from him + + Cleo. What should I do, I do not? + Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing + + Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him + + Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare, +In time we hate that which we often feare. +Enter Anthony. + +But heere comes Anthony + + Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen + + An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose + + Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall, +It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature +Will not sustaine it + + Ant. Now my deerest Queene + + Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee + + Ant. What's the matter? + Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news. +What sayes the married woman you may goe? +Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come. +Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere, +I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are + + Ant. The Gods best know + + Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene +So mightily betrayed: yet at the first +I saw the Treasons planted + + Ant. Cleopatra + + Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true, +(Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods) +Who haue beene false to Fuluia? +Riotous madnesse, +To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes, +Which breake themselues in swearing + + Ant. Most sweet Queene + + Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going, +But bid farewell, and goe: +When you sued staying, +Then was the time for words: No going then, +Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes, +Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore, +But was a race of Heauen. They are so still, +Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world, +Art turn'd the greatest Lyar + + Ant. How now Lady? + Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know +There were a heart in Egypt + + Ant. Heare me Queene: +The strong necessity of Time, commands +Our Seruices a-while: but my full heart +Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy, +Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius +Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome, +Equality of two Domesticke powers, +Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength +Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey, +Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace +Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued +Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten, +And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge +By any desperate change: My more particular, +And that which most with you should safe my going, +Is Fuluias death + + Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom +It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye? + Ant. She's dead my Queene. +Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read +The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best, +See when, and where shee died + + Cleo. O most false Loue! +Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill +With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see, +In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be + + Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know +The purposes I beare: which are, or cease, +As you shall giue th' aduice. By the fire +That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence +Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre, +As thou affects + + Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come, +But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well, +So Anthony loues + + Ant. My precious Queene forbeare, +And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands +An honourable Triall + + Cleo. So Fuluia told me. +I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her, +Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares +Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene +Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke +Like perfect Honor + + Ant. You'l heat my blood no more? + Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly + + Ant. Now by Sword + + Cleo. And Target. Still he mends. +But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian, +How this Herculean Roman do's become +The carriage of his chafe + + Ant. Ile leaue you Lady + + Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: +Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: +Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it: +That you know well, something it is I would: +Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony, +And I am all forgotten + + Ant. But that your Royalty +Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you +For Idlenesse it selfe + + Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour, +To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart +As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me, +Since my becommings kill me, when they do not +Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence, +Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly, +And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword +Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe +Be strew'd before your feete + + Ant. Let vs go. +Come: Our separation so abides and flies, +That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee; +And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee. +Away. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus, and their Traine. + + Caes You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, +It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate +One great Competitor. From Alexandria +This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes +The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike +Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy +More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience +Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You +Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults, +That all men follow + + Lep. I must not thinke +There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse: +His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen, +More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie, +Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change, +Then what he chooses + + Caes You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not +Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy, +To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit +And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue, +To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet +With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him +(As his composure must be rare indeed, +Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony +No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare +So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd +His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse, +Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones, +Call on him for't. But to confound such time, +That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd +As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid: +As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge, +Pawne their experience to their present pleasure, +And so rebell to iudgement. +Enter a Messenger. + + Lep. Heere's more newes + + Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre +Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report +How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea, +And it appeares, he is belou'd of those +That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports +The discontents repaire, and mens reports +Giue him much wrong'd + + Caes I should haue knowne no lesse, +It hath bin taught vs from the primall state +That he which is was wisht, vntill he were: +And the ebb'd man, +Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue, +Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie, +Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame, +Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde +To rot it selfe with motion + + Mes. Caesar I bring thee word, +Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates +Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound +With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes +They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime +Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt, +No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone +Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more +Then could his Warre resisted + Caesar. Anthony, +Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once +Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st +Hirsius, and Pansa Consuls, at thy heele +Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, +(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more +Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke +The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle +Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat the[n] did daine +The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge. +Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets, +The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes, +It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh, +Which some did dye to looke on: And all this +(It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now) +Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke +So much as lank'd not + + Lep. 'Tis pitty of him + + Caes Let his shames quickely +Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine +Did shew our selues i'th' Field, and to that end +Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey +Thriues in our Idlenesse + + Lep. To morrow Caesar, +I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly +Both what by Sea and Land I can be able +To front this present time + + Caes Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell + + Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time +Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir +To let me be partaker + + Caesar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian. + + Cleo. Charmian + + Char. Madam + + Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora + + Char. Why Madam? + Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time: +My Anthony is away + + Char. You thinke of him too much + + Cleo. O 'tis Treason + + Char. Madam, I trust not so + + Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian? + Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure? + Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure +In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee, +That being vnseminar'd, thy freer thoughts +May not flye forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections? + Mar. Yes gracious Madam + + Cleo. Indeed? + Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing +But what in deede is honest to be done: +Yet haue I fierce Affections, and thinke +What Venus did with Mars + + Cleo. Oh Charmion: +Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? +Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse? +Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony! +Do brauely Horse, for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st, +The demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme +And Burganet of men. Hee's speaking now, +Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle, +(For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe +With most delicious poyson. Thinke on me +That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke, +And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Caesar, +When thou was't heere aboue the ground, I was +A morsell for a Monarke: and great Pompey +Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow, +There would he anchor his Aspect, and dye +With looking on his life. +Enter Alexas from Caesar. + + Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile + + Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony? +Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath +With his Tinct gilded thee. +How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie? + Alex. Last thing he did (deere Queene) +He kist the last of many doubled kisses +This Orient Pearle. His speech stickes in my heart + + Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence + + Alex. Good Friend, quoth he: +Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends +This treasure of an Oyster: at whose foote +To mend the petty present, I will peece +Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East, +(Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded, +And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede, +Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke, +Was beastly dumbe by him + + Cleo. What was he sad, or merry? + Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between y extremes +Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie + + Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him, +Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him. +He was not sad, for he would shine on those +That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie, +Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay +In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both. +Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie, +The violence of either thee becomes, +So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts? + Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers. +Why do you send so thicke? + Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send +to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Charmian. +Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, euer +loue Caesar so? + Char. Oh that braue Caesar! + Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis, +Say the braue Anthony + + Char. The valiant Caesar + + Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth, +If thou with Caesar Paragon againe: +My man of men + + Char. By your most gracious pardon, +I sing but after you + + Cleo. My Sallad dayes, +When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood, +To say, as I saide then. But come, away, +Get me Inke and Paper, +he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting, or Ile vnpeople +Egypt. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner. + + Pom. If the great Gods be iust, they shall assist +The deeds of iustest men + + Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that what they do delay, +they not deny + + Pom. Whiles we are sutors to their Throne, decayes +the thing we sue for + + Mene. We ignorant of our selues, +Begge often our owne harmes, which the wise Powres +Deny vs for our good: so finde we profit +By loosing of our Prayers + + Pom. I shall do well: +The people loue me, and the Sea is mine; +My powers are Cressent, and my Auguring hope +Sayes it will come to'th' full. Marke Anthony +In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make +No warres without doores. Caesar gets money where +He looses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, +Of both is flatter'd: but he neither loues, +Nor either cares for him + + Mene. Caesar and Lepidus are in the field, +A mighty strength they carry + + Pom. Where haue you this? 'Tis false + + Mene. From Siluius, Sir + + Pom. He dreames: I know they are in Rome together +Looking for Anthony: but all the charmes of Loue, +Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand lip, +Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty, Lust with both, +Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feasts, +Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes, +Sharpen with cloylesse sawce his Appetite, +That sleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour, +Euen till a Lethied dulnesse- +Enter Varrius. + +How now Varrius? + Var. This is most certaine, that I shall deliuer: +Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome +Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis +A space for farther Trauaile + + Pom. I could haue giuen lesse matter +A better eare. Menas, I did not thinke +This amorous Surfetter would haue donn'd his Helme +For such a petty Warre: His Souldiership +Is twice the other twaine: But let vs reare +The higher our Opinion, that our stirring +Can from the lap of Egypts Widdow, plucke +The neere Lust-wearied Anthony + + Mene. I cannot hope, +Caesar and Anthony shall well greet together; +His Wife that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar, +His Brother wan'd vpon him, although I thinke +Not mou'd by Anthony + + Pom. I know not Menas, +How lesser Enmities may giue way to greater, +Were't not that we stand vp against them all: +'Twer pregnant they should square between themselues, +For they haue entertained cause enough +To draw their swords: but how the feare of vs +May Ciment their diuisions, and binde vp +The petty difference, we yet not know: +Bee't as our Gods will haue't; it onely stands +Our liues vpon, to vse our strongest hands +Come Menas. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus. + + Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, +And shall become you well, to intreat your Captaine +To soft and gentle speech + + Enob. I shall intreat him +To answer like himselfe: if Caesar moue him, +Let Anthony looke ouer Caesars head, +And speake as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter, +Were I the wearer of Anthonio's Beard, +I would not shaue't to day + + Lep. 'Tis not a time for priuate stomacking + + Eno. Euery time serues for the matter that is then +borne in't + + Lep. But small to greater matters must giue way + + Eno. Not if the small come first + + Lep. Your speech is passion: but pray you stirre +No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony. +Enter Anthony and Ventidius. + + Eno. And yonder Caesar. +Enter Caesar, Mecenas, and Agrippa. + + Ant. If we compose well heere, to Parthia: +Hearke Ventidius + + Caesar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa + + Lep. Noble Friends: +That which combin'd vs was most great, and let not +A leaner action rend vs. What's amisse, +May it be gently heard. When we debate +Our triuiall difference loud, we do commit +Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners, +The rather for I earnestly beseech, +Touch you the sowrest points with sweetest tearmes, +Nor curstnesse grow to'th' matter + + Ant. 'Tis spoken well: +Were we before our Armies, and to fight, +I should do thus. +Flourish. + + Caes Welcome to Rome + + Ant. Thanke you + + Caes Sit + + Ant. Sit sir + + Caes Nay then + + Ant. I learne, you take things ill, which are not so: +Or being, concerne you not + + Caes I must be laught at, if or for nothing, or a little, I +Should say my selfe offended, and with you +Chiefely i'th' world. More laught at, that I should +Once name you derogately: when to sound your name +It not concern'd me + + Ant. My being in Egypt Caesar, what was't to you? + Caes No more then my reciding heere at Rome +Might be to you in Egypt: yet if you there +Did practise on my State, your being in Egypt +Might be my question + + Ant. How intend you, practis'd? + Caes You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, +By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother +Made warres vpon me, and their contestation +Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre + + Ant. You do mistake your busines, my Brother neuer +Did vrge me in his Act: I did inquire it. +And haue my Learning from some true reports +That drew their swords with you, did he not rather +Discredit my authority with yours, +And make the warres alike against my stomacke, +Hauing alike your cause. Of this, my Letters +Before did satisfie you. If you'l patch a quarrell, +As matter whole you haue to make it with, +It must not be with this + + Caes You praise your selfe, by laying defects of iudgement +to me: but you patcht vp your excuses + + Anth. Not so, not so: +I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't, +Very necessity of this thought, that I +Your Partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, +Could not with gracefull eyes attend those Warres +Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife, +I would you had her spirit, in such another, +The third oth' world is yours, which with a Snaffle, +You may pace easie, but not such a wife + + Enobar. Would we had all such wiues, that the men +might go to Warres with the women + + Anth. So much vncurbable, her Garboiles (Caesar) +Made out of her impatience: which not wanted +Shrodenesse of policie to: I greeuing grant, +Did you too much disquiet, for that you must, +But say I could not helpe it + + Caesar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you +Did pocket vp my Letters: and with taunts +Did gibe my Misiue out of audience + + Ant. Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then: +Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want +Of what I was i'th' morning: but next day +I told him of my selfe, which was as much +As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow +Be nothing of our strife: if we contend +Out of our question wipe him + + Caesar. You haue broken the Article of your oath, +which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with + + Lep. Soft Caesar + + Ant. No Lepidus, let him speake, +The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, +Supposing that I lackt it: but on Caesar, +The Article of my oath + + Caesar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd +them, the which you both denied + + Anth. Neglected rather: +And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp +From mine owne knowledge, as neerely as I may, +Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honesty, +Shall not make poore my greatnesse, nor my power +Worke without it. Truth is, that Fuluia, +To haue me out of Egypt, made Warres heere, +For which my selfe, the ignorant motiue, do +So farre aske pardon, as befits mine Honour +To stoope in such a case + + Lep. 'Tis Noble spoken + + Mece. If it might please you, to enforce no further +The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite, +Were to remember: that the present neede, +Speakes to attone you + + Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas + + Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the +instant, you may when you heare no more words of +Pompey returne it againe: you shall haue time to wrangle +in, when you haue nothing else to do + + Anth. Thou art a Souldier, onely speake no more + + Enob. That trueth should be silent, I had almost forgot + + Anth. You wrong this presence, therefore speake no +more + + Enob. Go too then: your Considerate stone + + Caesar. I do not much dislike the matter, but +The manner of his speech: for't cannot be, +We shall remaine in friendship, our conditions +So diffring in their acts. Yet if I knew, +What Hoope should hold vs staunch from edge to edge +Ath' world: I would persue it + + Agri. Giue me leaue Caesar + + Caesar. Speake Agrippa + + Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side, admir'd +Octauia: Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower + + Caesar. Say not, say Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your +proofe were well deserued of rashnesse + + Anth. I am not marryed Caesar: let me heere Agrippa +further speake + + Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie, +To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts +With an vn-slipping knot, take Anthony, +Octauia to his wife: whose beauty claimes +No worse a husband then the best of men: whose +Vertue, and whose generall graces, speake +That which none else can vtter. By this marriage, +All little Ielousies which now seeme great, +And all great feares, which now import their dangers, +Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales, +Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both, +Would each to other, and all loues to both +Draw after her. Pardon what I haue spoke, +For 'tis a studied not a present thought, +By duty ruminated + + Anth. Will Caesar speake? + Caesar. Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht, +With what is spoke already + + Anth. What power is in Agrippa, +If I would say Agrippa, be it so, +To make this good? + Caesar. The power of Caesar, +And his power, vnto Octauia + + Anth. May I neuer +(To this good purpose, that so fairely shewes) +Dreame of impediment: let me haue thy hand +Further this act of Grace: and from this houre, +The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues, +And sway our great Designes + + Caesar. There's my hand: +A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother +Did euer loue so deerely. Let her liue +To ioyne our kingdomes, and our hearts, and neuer +Flie off our Loues againe + + Lepi. Happily, Amen + + Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainst Pompey, +For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great +Of late vpon me. I must thanke him onely, +Least my remembrance, suffer ill report: +At heele of that, defie him + + Lepi. Time cals vpon's, +Of vs must Pompey presently be sought, +Or else he seekes out vs + + Anth. Where lies he? + Caesar. About the Mount-Mesena + + Anth. What is his strength by land? + Caesar. Great, and encreasing: +But by Sea he is an absolute Master + + Anth. So is the Fame. +Would we had spoke together. Hast we for it, +Yet ere we put our selues in Armes, dispatch we +The businesse we haue talkt of + + Caesar. With most gladnesse, +And do inuite you to my Sisters view, +Whether straight Ile lead you + + Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie + + Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine +me. + +Flourish. Exit omnes. Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas. + + Mec. Welcome from aegypt Sir + + Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas. My +honourable Friend Agrippa + + Agri. Good Enobarbus + + Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so +well disgested: you staid well by't in Egypt + + Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce: +and made the night light with drinking + + Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast: +and but twelue persons there. Is this true? + Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much +more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deserued +noting + + Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be +square to her + + Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst +vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis + + Agri. There she appear'd indeed: or my reporter deuis'd +well for her + + Eno. I will tell you, +The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne +Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold, +Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that +The Windes were Loue-sicke. +With them the Owers were Siluer, +Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made +The water which they beate, to follow faster; +As amorous of their strokes. For her owne person, +It beggerd all discription, she did lye +In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold, of Tissue, +O're-picturing that Venus, where we see +The fancie out-worke Nature. On each side her, +Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like smiling Cupids, +With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme, +To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole, +And what they vndid did + + Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony + + Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides, +So many Mer-maides tended her i'th' eyes, +And made their bends adornings. At the Helme, +A seeming Mer-maide steeres: The Silken Tackle, +Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands, +That yarely frame the office. From the Barge +A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense +Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast +Her people out vpon her: and Anthony +Enthron'd i'th' Market-place, did sit alone, +Whisling to'th' ayre: which but for vacancie, +Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too, +And made a gap in Nature + + Agri. Rare Egiptian + + Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her, +Inuited her to Supper: she replyed, +It should be better, he became her guest: +Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony, +Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake, +Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feast; +And for his ordinary, paies his heart, +For what his eyes eate onely + + Agri. Royall Wench: +She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed, +He ploughed her, and she cropt + + Eno. I saw her once +Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete, +And hauing lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, +That she did make defect, perfection, +And breathlesse powre breath forth + + Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly + + Eno. Neuer he will not: +Age cannot wither her, nor custome stale +Her infinite variety: other women cloy +The appetites they feede, but she makes hungry, +Where most she satisfies. For vildest things +Become themselues in her, that the holy Priests +Blesse her, when she is Riggish + + Mece. If Beauty, Wisedome, Modesty, can settle +The heart of Anthony: Octauia is +A blessed Lottery to him + + Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, make your selfe +my guest, whilst you abide heere + + Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony, Caesar, Octauia betweene them. + + Anth. The world, and my great office, will +Sometimes deuide me from your bosome + + Octa. All which time, before the Gods my knee shall +bowe my prayers to them for you + + Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia +Read not my blemishes in the worlds report: +I haue not kept my square, but that to come +Shall all be done byth' Rule: good night deere Lady: +Good night Sir + + Caesar. Goodnight. +Enter. + +Enter Soothsaier. + + Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt? + Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you +thither + + Ant. If you can, your reason? + Sooth. I see it in my motion: haue it not in my tongue, +But yet hie you to Egypt againe + + Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher +Caesars or mine? + Sooth. Caesars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side +Thy Daemon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is +Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable, +Where Caesars is not. But neere him, thy Angell +Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore +Make space enough betweene you + + Anth. Speake this no more + + Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee, +If thou dost play with him at any game, +Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke, +He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens, +When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit +Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him: +But he alway 'tis Noble + + Anth. Get thee gone: +Say to Ventigius I would speake with him. +Enter. + +He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap, +He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him, +And in our sports my better cunning faints, +Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds, +His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine, +When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer +Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte: +And though I make this marriage for my peace, +I'th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius. + +Enter Ventigius. + +You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready: +Follow me, and reciue't. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa. + + Lepidus. Trouble your selues no further: pray you +hasten your Generals after + + Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia, +and weele follow + + Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse, +Which will become you both: Farewell + + Mece. We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at +Mount before you Lepidus + + Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me +much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me + + Both. Sir good successe + + Lepi. Farewell. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. + + Cleo. Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode +of vs that trade in Loue + + Omnes. The Musicke, hoa. +Enter Mardian the Eunuch. + + Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian + + Char. My arme is sore, best play with Mardian + + Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as +with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir? + Mardi. As well as I can Madam + + Cleo. And when good will is shewed, +Though't come to short +The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now, +Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th' Riuer there +My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray +Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce +Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp, +Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony, +And say, ah ha; y'are caught + + Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling, +when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke +which he with feruencie drew vp + + Cleo. That time? Oh times: +I laught him out of patience: and that night +I laught him into patience, and next morne, +Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed: +Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst +I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie, +Enter a Messenger. + +Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares, +That long time haue bin barren + + Mes. Madam, Madam + + Cleo. Anthonyo's dead. +If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris: +But well and free, if thou so yeild him. +There is Gold, and heere +My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings +Haue lipt, and trembled kissing + + Mes. First Madam, he is well + + Cleo. Why there's more Gold. +But sirrah marke, we vse +To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, +The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr +Downe thy ill vttering throate + + Mes. Good Madam heare me + + Cleo. Well, go too I will: +But there's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony +Be free and healthfull; so tart a fauour +To trumpet such good tidings. If not well, +Thou shouldst come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes, +Not like a formall man + + Mes. Wilt please you heare me? + Cleo. I haue a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st: +Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis well, +Or friends with Caesar, or not Captiue to him, +Ile set thee in a shower of Gold, and haile +Rich Pearles vpon thee + + Mes. Madam, he's well + + Cleo. Well said + + Mes. And Friends with Caesar + + Cleo. Th'art an honest man + + Mes. Caesar, and he, are greater Friends then euer + + Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me + + Mes. But yet Madam + + Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay +The good precedence, fie vpon but yet, +But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth +Some monstrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend, +Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare, +The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar, +In state of health thou saist, and thou saist, free + + Mes. Free Madam, no: I made no such report, +He's bound vnto Octauia + + Cleo. For what good turne? + Mes. For the best turne i'th' bed + + Cleo. I am pale Charmian + + Mes. Madam, he's married to Octauia + + Cleo. The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee. + +Strikes him downe. + + Mes. Good Madam patience + + Cleo. What say you? + +Strikes him. + +Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes +Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head, + +She hales him vp and downe. + +Thou shalt be whipt with Wyer, and stew'd in brine, +Smarting in lingring pickle + + Mes. Gratious Madam, +I that do bring the newes, made not the match + + Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a Prouince I will giue thee, +And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'st +Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage, +And I will boot thee with what guift beside +Thy modestie can begge + + Mes. He's married Madam + + Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liu'd too long. + +Draw a knife. + + Mes. Nay then Ile runne: +What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault. +Enter. + + Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe, +The man is innocent + + Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt: +Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures +Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe, +Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call? + Char. He is afeard to come + + Cleo. I will not hurt him, +These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike +A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe +Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir. +Enter the Messenger againe. + +Though it be honest, it is neuer good +To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message +An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell +Themselues, when they be felt + + Mes. I haue done my duty + + Cleo. Is he married? +I cannot hate thee worser then I do, +If thou againe say yes + + Mes. He's married Madam + + Cleo. The Gods confound thee, +Dost thou hold there still? + Mes. Should I lye Madame? + Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst: +So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made +A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence, +Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me, +Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married? + Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon + + Cleo. He is married? + Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you, +To punnish me for what you make me do +Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia + + Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee, +That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence, +The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome +Are all too deere for me: +Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em + + Char. Good your Highnesse patience + + Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar + + Char. Many times Madam + + Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, +I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter. +Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him +Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares, +Her inclination, let him not leaue out +The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly, +Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian, +Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, +The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas +Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian, +But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber. + +Exeunt. + +Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trumpet: at +another +Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, Menas +with Souldiers +Marching. + + Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine: +And we shall talke before we fight + + Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words, +And therefore haue we +Our written purposes before vs sent, +Which if thou hast considered, let vs know, +If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword, +And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth, +That else must perish heere + + Pom. To you all three, +The Senators alone of this great world, +Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know, +Wherefore my Father should reuengers want, +Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar, +Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted, +There saw you labouring for him. What was't +That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what +Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus, +With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome, +To drench the Capitoll, but that they would +Haue one man but a man, and that his it +Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen, +The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant +To scourge th' ingratitude, that despightfull Rome +Cast on my Noble Father + + Caesar. Take your time + + Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes. +Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st +How much we do o're-count thee + + Pom. At Land indeed +Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house: +But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe, +Remaine in't as thou maist + + Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs, +(For this is from the present how you take) +The offers we haue sent you + + Caesar. There's the point + + Ant. Which do not be entreated too, +But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd + Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune + + Pom. You haue made me offer +Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must +Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send +Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon, +To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe +Our Targes vndinted + + Omnes. That's our offer + + Pom. Know then I came before you heere, +A man prepar'd +To take this offer. But Marke Anthony, +Put me to some impatience: though I loose +The praise of it by telling. You must know +When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes, +Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde +Her welcome Friendly + + Ant. I haue heard it Pompey, +And am well studied for a liberall thanks, +Which I do owe you + + Pom. Let me haue your hand: +I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere, + Ant. The beds i'th' East are soft, and thanks to you, +That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither: +For I haue gained by't + + Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you + + Pom. Well, I know not, +What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face, +But in my bosome shall she neuer come, +To make my heart her vassaile + + Lep. Well met heere + + Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed: +I craue our composion may be written +And seal'd betweene vs, + Caesar. That's the next to do + + Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's +Draw lots who shall begin + + Ant. That will I Pompey + + Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last, +your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue +heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there + + Anth. You haue heard much + + Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir + + Ant. And faire words to them + + Pom. Then so much haue I heard, +And I haue heard Appolodorus carried- + Eno. No more that: he did so + + Pom. What I pray you? + Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris + + Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier? + Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue +Foure Feasts are toward + + Pom. Let me shake thy hand, +I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight, +When I haue enuied thy behauiour + + Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye, +When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much, +As I haue said you did + + Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse, +It nothing ill becomes thee: +Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all. +Will you leade Lords? + All. Shew's the way, sir + + Pom. Come. + +Exeunt. Manet Enob. & Menas] + Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this +Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir + + Enob. At Sea, I thinke + + Men. We haue Sir + + Enob. You haue done well by water + + Men. And you by Land + + Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh +it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land + + Men. Nor what I haue done by water + + Enob. Yes some-thing you can deny for your owne +safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea + + Men. And you by Land + + Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee +your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they +might take two Theeues kissing + + Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands +are + + Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true +Face + + Men. No slander, they steale hearts + + Enob. We came hither to fight with you + + Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drinking. +Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune + + Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe + + Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthony +heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? + Enob. Caesars Sister is call'd Octauia + + Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus + + Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius + + Men. Pray'ye sir + + Enob. 'Tis true + + Men. Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit together + + Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold +not Prophesie so + + Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more +in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties + + Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band +that seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee the +very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold, +and still conuersation + + Men. Who would not haue his wife so? + Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke +Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shall +the sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as I +said before) that which is the strength of their Amity, +shall proue the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony +will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but +his occasion heere + + Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord? +I haue a health for you + + Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in +Egypt + + Men. Come, let's away. + +Exeunt. + +Musicke playes. Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket. + + 1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are ill +rooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow them +downe + + 2 Lepidus is high Coulord + + 1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke + + 2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee +cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and +himselfe to'th' drinke + + 1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his +discretion + + 2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship: +I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no +seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue + + 1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene +to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which +pittifully disaster the cheekes. + +A Sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, +Agrippa, +Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines. + + Ant. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nyle +By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know +By'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearth +Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels, +The more it promises: as it ebbes, the Seedsman +Vpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine, +And shortly comes to Haruest + + Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there? + Anth. I Lepidus + + Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud +by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile + + Ant. They are so + + Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus + + Lep. I am not so well as I should be: +But Ile ne're out + + Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in +till then + + Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis +are very goodly things: without contradiction I +haue heard that + + Menas. Pompey, a word + + Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't + + Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine, +And heare me speake a word + + Pom. Forbeare me till anon. + +Whispers in's Eare. + +This Wine for Lepidus + + Lep. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile? + Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it +hath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with it +owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and +the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates + + Lep. What colour is it of? + Ant. Of it owne colour too + + Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent + + Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet + + Caes Will this description satisfie him? + Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he +is a very Epicure + + Pomp. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away: +Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for? + Men. If for the sake of Merit thou wilt heare mee, +Rise from thy stoole + + Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter? + Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes + + Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's +else to say? Be iolly Lords + + Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus, +Keepe off, them for you sinke + + Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world? + Pom. What saist thou? + Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world? +That's twice + + Pom. How should that be? + Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me +poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world + + Pom. Hast thou drunke well + + Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup, +Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue: +What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes, +Is thine, if thou wilt ha't + + Pom. Shew me which way? + Men. These three World-sharers, these Competitors +Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable, +And when we are put off, fall to their throates: +All there is thine + + Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst haue done, +And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie, +In thee, 't had bin good seruice: thou must know, +'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour: +Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue, +Hath so betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne, +I should haue found it afterwards well done, +But must condemne it now: desist, and drinke + + Men. For this, Ile neuer follow +Thy paul'd Fortunes more, +Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, +Shall neuer finde it more + + Pom. This health to Lepidus + + Ant. Beare him ashore, +Ile pledge it for him Pompey + + Eno. Heere's to thee Menas + + Men. Enobarbus, welcome + + Pom. Fill till the cup be hid + + Eno. There's a strong Fellow Menas + + Men. Why? + Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: seest +not? + Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were +all, that it might go on wheeles + + Eno. Drinke thou: encrease the Reeles + + Men. Come + + Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast + + Ant. It ripen's, towards it: strike the Vessells hoa. +Heere's to Caesar + + Caesar. I could well forbear't, it's monstrous labour +when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler + + Ant. Be a Child o'th' time + + Caesar. Possesse it, Ile make answer: but I had rather +fast from all, foure dayes, then drinke so much in one + + Enob. Ha my braue Emperour, shall we daunce now +the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke? + Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier + + Ant. Come, let's all take hands, +Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense, +In soft and delicate Lethe + + Eno. All take hands: +Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke, +The while, Ile place you, then the Boy shall sing. +The holding euery man shall beate as loud, +As his strong sides can volly. + +Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. + +The Song. + +Come thou Monarch of the Vine, +Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne: +In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd, +With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd. +Cup vs till the world go round, +Cup vs till the world go round + + Caesar. What would you more? +Pompey goodnight. Good Brother +Let me request you of our grauer businesse +Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part, +You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe +Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue +Spleet's what it speakes: the wilde disguise hath almost +Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight. +Good Anthony your hand + + Pom. Ile try you on the shore + + Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand + + Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house. +But what, we are Friends? +Come downe into the Boate + + Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore, +No to my Cabin: these Drummes, +These Trumpets, Flutes: what +Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell +To these great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, sound out. + +Sound a Flourish with Drummes. + + Enor. Hoo saies a there's my Cap + + Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Pacorus +borne +before him. + + Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now +Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death +Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body, +Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades, +Paies this for Marcus Crassus + + Romaine. Noble Ventidius, +Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme, +The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media, +Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether +The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony +Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and +Put Garlands on thy head + + Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius, +I haue done enough. A lower place note well +May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius, +Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed +Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away. +Caesar and Anthony, haue euer wonne +More in their officer, then person. Sossius +One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant, +For quicke accumulation of renowne, +Which he atchiu'd by'th' minute, lost his fauour. +Who does i'th' Warres more then his Captaine can, +Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition +(The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choise of losse +Then gaine, which darkens him. +I could do more to do Anthonius good, +But 'twould offend him. And in his offence, +Should my performance perish + + Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a +Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou +wilt write to Anthony + + Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name, +That magicall word of Warre we haue effected, +How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks, +The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia, +We haue iaded out o'th' Field + + Rom. Where is he now? + Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast +The waight we must conuay with's, will permit: +We shall appeare before him. On there, passe along. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another. + + Agri. What are the Brothers parted? + Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone, +The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes +To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus +Since Pompey's feast, as Menas saies, is troubled +With the Greene-Sicknesse + + Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus + + Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar + + Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony + + Eno. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men + + Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter? + Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill? + Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird! + Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further + + Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises + + Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony: +Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, +Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot +Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo, +His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar, +Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder + + Agri. Both he loues + + Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so: +This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa + + Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell. +Enter Caesar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia. + + Antho. No further Sir + + Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe: +Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such a wife +As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band +Shall passe on thy approofe: most Noble Anthony, +Let not the peece of Vertue which is set +Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue +To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter +The Fortresse of it: for better might we +Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts +This be not cherisht + + Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust + + Caesar. I haue said + + Ant. You shall not finde, +Though you be therein curious, the lest cause +For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you, +And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends: +We will heere part + + + Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well, +The Elements be kind to thee, and make +Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well + + Octa. My Noble Brother + + Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring, +And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull + + Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and- + Caesar. What Octauia? + Octa. Ile tell you in your eare + + Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can +Her heart informe her tongue. +The Swannes downe feather +That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide: +And neither way inclines + + Eno. Will Caesar weepe? + Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face + + Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is +he being a man + + Agri. Why Enobarbus: +When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead, +He cried almost to roaring: And he wept, +When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine + + Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume, +What willingly he did confound, he wail'd, +Beleeu't till I weepe too + + Caesar. No sweet Octauia, +You shall heare from me still: the time shall not +Out-go my thinking on you + + Ant. Come Sir, come, +Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue, +Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go, +And giue you to the Gods + + Caesar. Adieu, be happy + + Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light +To thy faire way + + Caesar. Farewell, farewell. + +Kisses Octauia. + + Ant. Farewell. + +Trumpets sound. Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. + + Cleo. Where is the Fellow? + Alex. Halfe afeard to come + + Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir. +Enter the Messenger as before. + + Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke +vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd + + Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When +Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it: +Come thou neere + + Mes. Most gratious Maiestie + + Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia? + Mes. I dread Queene + + Cleo. Where? + Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and +saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony + + Cleo. Is she as tall as me? + Mes. She is not Madam + + Cleo. Didst heare her speake? +Is she shrill tongu'd or low? + Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd + + Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long + + Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible + + Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish +What Maiestie is in her gate, remember +If ere thou look'st on Maiestie + + Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one. +She shewes a body, rather then a life, +A Statue, then a Breather + + Cleo. Is this certaine? + Mes. Or I haue no obseruance + + Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note + + Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't, +There's nothing in her yet. +The Fellow ha's good iudgement + + Char. Excellent + + Cleo. Guesse at her yeares, I prythee + + Mess. Madam, she was a widdow + + Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke + + Mes. And I do thinke she's thirtie + + Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? + Mess. Round, euen to faultinesse + + Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish that are +so. Her haire what colour? + Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead +As low as she would wish it + + Cleo. There's Gold for thee, +Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill, +I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee +Most fit for businesse. Go, make thee ready, +Our Letters are prepar'd + + Char. A proper man + + Cleo. Indeed he is so: I repent me much +That so I harried him. Why me think's by him, +This Creature's no such thing + + Char. Nothing Madam + + Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty, and should +know + + Char. Hath he seene Maiestie? Isis else defend: and +seruing you so long + + Cleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good +Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me +where I will write; all may be well enough + + Char. I warrant you Madam. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony and Octauia. + + Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that, +That were excusable, that and thousands more +Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd +New Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it, +To publicke eare, spoke scantly of me, +When perforce he could not +But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly +He vented then most narrow measure: lent me, +When the best hint was giuen him: he not took't, +Or did it from his teeth + + Octaui. Oh my good Lord, +Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue, +Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady, +If this deuision chance, ne're stood betweene +Praying for both parts: +The good Gods wil mocke me presently, +When I shall pray: Oh blesse my Lord, and Husband, +Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud, +Oh blesse my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother, +Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway +'Twixt these extreames at all + + Ant. Gentle Octauia, +Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks +Best to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour, +I loose my selfe: better I were not yours +Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested, +Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady, +Ile raise the preparation of a Warre +Shall staine your Brother, make your soonest hast, +So your desires are yours + + Oct. Thanks to my Lord, +The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake, +Your reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be, +As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine men +Should soalder vp the Rift + + Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins, +Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults +Can neuer be so equall, that your loue +Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going, +Choose your owne company, and command what cost +Your heart he's mind too. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Enobarbus, and Eros. + + Eno. How now Friend Eros? + Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir + + Eno. What man? + Ero. Caesar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey + + Eno. This is old, what is the successe? + Eros. Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres +'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, would not +let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting +here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to +Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale seizes him, so the poore +third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine + + Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more, +and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le +grinde the other. Where's Anthony? + Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes +The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus, +And threats the throate of that his Officer, +That murdred Pompey + + Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd + + Eros. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius, +My Lord desires you presently: my Newes +I might haue told heareafter + + Eno. 'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony + + Eros. Come Sir, + +Exeunt. + +Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Caesar. + + Caes Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more +In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't: +I'th' Market-place on a Tribunall siluer'd, +Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold +Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, sat +Caesarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne, +And all the vnlawfull issue, that their Lust +Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her, +He gaue the stablishment of Egypt, made her +Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, absolute Queene + + Mece. This in the publike eye? + Caesar. I'th' common shew place, where they exercise, +His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings, +Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia +He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he assign'd, +Syria, Silicia, and Phoenetia: she +In th' abiliments of the Goddesse Isis +That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience, +As 'tis reported so + + Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd + + Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already, +Will their good thoughts call from him + + Caesar. The people knowes it, +And haue now receiu'd his accusations + + Agri. Who does he accuse? + Caesar. Caesar, and that hauing in Cicilie +Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him +His part o'th' Isle. Then does he say, he lent me +Some shipping vnrestor'd. Lastly, he frets +That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, should be depos'd, +And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue + + Agri. Sir, this should be answer'd + + Caesar. 'Tis done already, and the Messenger gone: +I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell, +That he his high Authority abus'd, +And did deserue his change: for what I haue conquer'd, +I grant him part: but then in his Armenia, +And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like + Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that + + Caes Nor must not then be yeelded to in this. +Enter Octauia with her Traine. + + Octa. Haile Caesar, and my L[ord]. haile most deere Caesar + + Caesar. That euer I should call thee Cast-away + + Octa. You haue not call'd me so, nor haue you cause + + Caes Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus? you come not +Like Caesars Sister, The wife of Anthony +Should haue an Army for an Vsher, and +The neighes of Horse to tell of her approach, +Long ere she did appeare. The trees by'th' way +Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted, +Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust +Should haue ascended to the Roofe of Heauen, +Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come +A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented +The ostentation of our loue; which left vnshewne, +Is often left vnlou'd: we should haue met you +By Sea, and Land, supplying euery Stage +With an augmented greeting + + Octa. Good my Lord, +To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it +On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony, +Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted +My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd +His pardon for returne + + Caes Which soone he granted, +Being an abstract 'tweene his Lust, and him + + Octa. Do not say so, my Lord + + Caes I haue eyes vpon him, +And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now? + Octa. My Lord, in Athens + + Caesar. No my most wronged Sister, Cleopatra +Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire +Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying +The Kings o'th' earth for Warre. He hath assembled, +Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus +Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King +Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas, +King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont, +Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King +Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas, +The Kings of Mede, and Licoania, +With a more larger List of Scepters + + Octa. Aye me most wretched, +That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends, +That does afflict each other + + Caes Welcom hither: your Letters did with-holde our breaking +forth +Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led, +And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart, +Be you not troubled with the time, which driues +O're your content, these strong necessities, +But let determin'd things to destinie +Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome, +Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd +Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods +To do you Iustice, makes his Ministers +Of vs, and those that loue you. Best of comfort, +And euer welcom to vs + + Agrip. Welcome Lady + + Mec. Welcome deere Madam, +Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you, +Onely th' adulterous Anthony, most large +In his abhominations, turnes you off, +And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull +That noyses it against vs + + Octa. Is it so sir? + Caes Most certaine: Sister welcome: pray you +Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'st Sister. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. + + Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not + + Eno. But why, why, why? + Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these warres, +And say'st it is not fit + + Eno. Well: is it, is it + + Cleo. If not, denounc'd against vs, why should not +we be there in person + + Enob. Well, I could reply: if wee should serue with +Horse and Mares together, the Horse were meerly lost: +the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horse + + Cleo. What is't you say? + Enob. Your presence needs must puzle Anthony, +Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time, +What should not then be spar'd. He is already +Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis said in Rome, +That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides +Mannage this warre + + Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot +That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th' Warre, +And as the president of my Kingdome will +Appeare there for a man. Speake not against it, +I will not stay behinde. +Enter Anthony and Camidias. + + Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor + + Ant. Is it not strange Camidius, +That from Tarientum, and Brandusium, +He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea, +And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?) + Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd, +Then by the negligent + + Ant. A good rebuke, +Which might haue well becom'd the best of men +To taunt at slacknesse. Camidius, wee +Will fight with him by Sea + + Cleo. By Sea, what else? + Cam. Why will my Lord, do so? + Ant. For that he dares vs too't + + Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to single fight + + Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharsalia, +Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers +Which serue not for his vantage, he shakes off, +And so should you + + Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd, +Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people +Ingrost by swift Impresse. In Caesars Fleete, +Are those, that often haue 'gainst Pompey fought, +Their shippes are yare, yours heauy: no disgrace +Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea, +Being prepar'd for Land + + Ant. By Sea, by Sea + + Eno. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away +The absolute Soldiership you haue by Land, +Distract your Armie, which doth most consist +Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted +Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe +The way which promises assurance, and +Giue vp your selfe meerly to chance and hazard, +From firme Securitie + + Ant. Ile fight at Sea + + Cleo. I haue sixty Sailes, Caesar none better + + Ant. Our ouer-plus of shipping will we burne, +And with the rest full mann'd, from th' head of Action +Beate th' approaching Caesar. But if we faile, +We then can doo't at Land. +Enter a Messenger. + +Thy Businesse? + Mes. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried, +Caesar ha's taken Toryne + + Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible +Strange, that his power should be. Camidius, +Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land, +And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship, +Away my Thetis. +Enter a Soldiour. + +How now worthy Souldier? + Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, +Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt +This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th' Egyptians +And the Phoenicians go a ducking: wee +Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth, +And fighting foot to foot + + Ant. Well, well, away. + +exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob + + Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th' right + + Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes +Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade, +And we are Womens mens + + Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse +whole, do you not? + Ven. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus, +Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: +But we keepe whole by Land. This speede of Caesars +Carries beyond beleefe + + Soul. While he was yet in Rome, +His power went out in such distractions, +As beguilde all Spies + + Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you? + Soul. They say, one Towrus + + Cam. Well, I know the man. +Enter a Messenger. + + Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius + + Cam. With Newes the times with Labour, +And throwes forth each minute, some. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Caesar with his Army, marching. + + Caes Towrus? + Tow. My Lord + + Caes Strike not by Land, +Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile +Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede +The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes +Vpon this iumpe. +Enter. + +Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus. + + Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th' Hill, +In eye of Caesars battaile, from which place +We may the number of the Ships behold, +And so proceed accordingly. +Enter. + +Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage, +and Towrus +the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way: After their going in, is +heard the +noise of a Sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus. + + Eno. Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer: +Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall, +With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder: +To see't, mine eyes are blasted. +Enter Scarrus. + + Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them! + Eno. What's thy passion + + Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost +With very ignorance, we haue kist away +Kingdomes, and Prouinces + + Eno. How appeares the Fight? + Scar. On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence, +Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt, +(Whom Leprosie o're-take) i'th' midst o'th' fight, +When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd +Both as the same, or rather ours the elder; +(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Iune, +Hoists Sailes, and flyes + + Eno. That I beheld: +Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not +Indure a further view + + Scar. She once being looft, +The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony, +Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard) +Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her: +I neuer saw an Action of such shame; +Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before, +Did violate so it selfe + + Enob. Alacke, alacke. +Enter Camidius + + Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath, +And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall +Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well: +Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight, +Most grossely by his owne + + Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight +indeede + + Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled + + Scar. 'Tis easie toot, +And there I will attend what further comes + + Camid. To Caesar will I render +My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie +Shew me the way of yeelding + + Eno. Ile yet follow +The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason +Sits in the winde against me. +Enter Anthony with Attendants. + + Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't, +It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither, +I am so lated in the world, that I +Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe, +Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye, +And make your peace with Caesar + + Omnes. Fly? Not wee + + Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards +To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone, +I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course, +Which has no neede of you. Be gone, +My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh, +I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon, +My very haires do mutiny: for the white +Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them +For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall +Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will +Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad, +Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint +Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left +Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea-side straight way; +I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure. +Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now, +Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command, +Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by. + +Sits downe + +Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros. + + Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him + + Iras. Do most deere Queene + + Char. Do, why, what else? + Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno + + Ant. No, no, no, no, no + + Eros. See you heere, Sir? + Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie + + Char. Madam + + Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse + + Eros. Sir, sir + + Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept +His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke +The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I +That the mad Brutus ended: he alone +Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had +In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter + + Cleo. Ah stand by + + Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene + + Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him, +Hee's vnqualitied with very shame + + Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh + + Eros. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches, +Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but +Your comfort makes the rescue + + Ant. I haue offended Reputation, +A most vnnoble sweruing + + Eros. Sir, the Queene + + Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see +How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes, +By looking backe what I haue left behinde +Stroy'd in dishonor + + Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord, +Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought +You would haue followed + + Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well, +My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th' strings, +And thou should'st towe me after. O're my spirit +The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that +Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods +Command mee + + Cleo. Oh my pardon + + Ant. Now I must +To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge +And palter in the shifts of lownes, who +With halfe the bulke o'th' world plaid as I pleas'd, +Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know +How much you were my Conqueror, and that +My Sword, made weake by my affection, would +Obey it on all cause + + Cleo. Pardon, pardon + + Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates +All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse, +Euen this repayes me. +We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe? +Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine +Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes, +We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others. + + Caes Let him appeare that's come from Anthony. +Know you him + + Dolla. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolemaster, +An argument that he is pluckt, when hither +He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing, +Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers, +Not many Moones gone by. +Enter Ambassador from Anthony. + + Caesar. Approach, and speake + + Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony: +I was of late as petty to his ends, +As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe +To his grand Sea + + Caes Bee't so, declare thine office + + Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and +Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted +He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues +To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth +A priuate man in Athens: this for him. +Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse, +Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues +The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres, +Now hazarded to thy Grace + + Caes For Anthony, +I haue no eares to his request. The Queene, +Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee +From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend, +Or take his life there. This if shee performe, +She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both + + Amb. Fortune pursue thee + + Caes Bring him through the Bands: +To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch, +From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise +And in our Name, what she requires, adde more +From thine inuention, offers. Women are not +In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure +The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias, +Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we +Will answer as a Law + + Thid. Caesar. I go + + Caesar. Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw, +And what thou think'st his very action speakes +In euery power that mooues + + Thid. Caesar, I shall. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras. + + Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? + Eno. Thinke, and dye + + Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this? + Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will +Lord of his Reason. What though you fled, +From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges +Frighted each other? Why should he follow? +The itch of his Affection should not then +Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point, +When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being +The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse +Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges, +And leaue his Nauy gazing + + Cleo. Prythee peace. +Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony. + + Ant. Is that his answer? + Amb. I my Lord + + Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie, +So she will yeeld vs vp + + Am. He sayes so + + Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Caesar send this +grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme, +With Principalities + + Cleo. That head my Lord? + Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose +Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note +Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions, +May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile +Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone +As i'th' Command of Caesar. I dare him therefore +To lay his gay Comparisons a-part, +And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword, +Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me + + Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Caesar will +Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th' shew +Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are +A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward +Do draw the inward quality after them +To suffer all alike, that he should dreame, +Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will +Answer his emptinesse; Caesar thou hast subdu'de +His iudgement too. +Enter a Seruant. + + Ser. A Messenger from Caesar + + Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women, +Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose, +That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir + + Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square, +The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make +Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure +To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord, +Does conquer him that did his Master conquer, +And earnes a place i'th' Story. +Enter Thidias. + + Cleo. Caesars will + + Thid. Heare it apart + + Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly + + Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony + + Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar ha's, +Or needs not vs. If Caesar please, our Master +Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know, +Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesars + + Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Caesar intreats, +Not to consider in what case thou stand'st +Further then he is Caesars + + Cleo. Go on, right Royall + + Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony +As you did loue, but as you feared him + + Cleo. Oh + + Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he +Does pitty, as constrained blemishes, +Not as deserued + + Cleo. He is a God, +And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour +Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely + + Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony. +Sir, sir, thou art so leakie +That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for +Thy deerest quit thee. + +Exit Enob. + + Thid. Shall I say to Caesar, +What you require of him: for he partly begges +To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him, +That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe +To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits +To heare from me you had left Anthony, +And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Landlord + + Cleo. What's your name? + Thid. My name is Thidias + + Cleo. Most kinde Messenger, +Say to great Caesar this in disputation, +I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt +To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele. +Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare +The doome of Egypt + + Thid. 'Tis your Noblest course: +Wisedome and Fortune combatting together, +If that the former dare but what it can, +No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay +My dutie on your hand + + Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft, +(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in) +Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place, +As it rain'd kisses. +Enter Anthony and Enobarbus. + + Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow? + Thid. One that but performes +The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest +To haue command obey'd + + Eno. You will be whipt + + Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels +Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa, +Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth, +And cry, your will. Haue you no eares? +I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him. +Enter a Seruant. + + Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe, +Then with an old one dying + + Ant. Moone and Starres, +Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries +That do acknowledge Caesar, should I finde them +So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name +Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes, +Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face, +And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence + + Thid. Marke Anthony + + Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt +Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caesars shall +Beare vs an arrant to him. + +Exeunt. with Thidius. + +You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha? +Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome, +Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race, +And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd +By one that lookes on Feeders? + Cleo. Good my Lord + + Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer, +But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard +(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes +In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs +Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut +To our confusion + + Cleo. Oh, is't come to this? + Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon +Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment +Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres +Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue +Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure, +Though you can guesse what Temperance should be, +You know not what it is + + Cleo. Wherefore is this? + Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards, +And say, God quit you, be familiar with +My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale, +And plighter of high hearts. O that I were +Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare +The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause, +And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like +A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke, +For being yare about him. Is he whipt? +Enter a Seruant with Thidias. + + Ser. Soundly, my Lord + + Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon? + Ser. He did aske fauour + + Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent +Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie +To follow Caesar in his Triumph, since +Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth +The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee, +Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Caesar, +Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say +He makes me angry with him. For he seemes +Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am, +Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry, +And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't: +When my good Starres, that were my former guides +Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires +Into th' Abisme of hell. If he mislike, +My speech, and what is done, tell him he has +Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom +He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, +As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou: +Hence with thy stripes, be gone. + +Exit Thid. + + Cleo. Haue you done yet? + Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst, +And it portends alone the fall of Anthony + + Cleo. I must stay his time? + Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes +With one that tyes his points + + Cleo. Not know me yet? + Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? + Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so, +From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile, +And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone +Drop in my necke: as it determines so +Dissolue my life, the next Caesarian smile, +Till by degrees the memory of my wombe, +Together with my braue Egyptians all, +By the discandering of this pelleted storme, +Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle +Haue buried them for prey + + Ant. I am satisfied: +Caesar sets downe in Alexandria, where +I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land, +Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too +Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like. +Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady? +If from the Field I shall returne once more +To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood, +I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle, +There's hope in't yet + + Cleo. That's my braue Lord + + Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed, hearted, breath'd, +And fight maliciously: for when mine houres +Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues +Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth, +And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come, +Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me +All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more: +Let's mocke the midnight Bell + + Cleo. It is my Birth-day, +I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord +Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra + + Ant. We will yet do well + + Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord + + Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them, +And to night Ile force +The Wine peepe through their scarres. +Come on (my Queene) +There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight +Ile make death loue me: for I will contend +Euen with his pestilent Sythe. + +Exeunt. + + Eno. Now hee'l out-stare the Lightning, to be furious +Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode +The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still +A diminution in our Captaines braine, +Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason, +It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke +Some way to leaue him. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Caesar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army, Caesar reading +a Letter. + + Caes He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power +To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger +He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat. +Caesar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know, +I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time +Laugh at his Challenge + + Mece. Caesar must thinke, +When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted +Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now +Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger +Made good guard for it selfe + + Caes Let our best heads know, +That to morrow, the last of many Battailes +We meane to fight. Within our Files there are, +Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late, +Enough to fetch him in. See it done, +And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't, +And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, +with others. + + Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian? + Eno. No? + Ant. Why should he not? + Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, +He is twenty men to one + + Ant. To morrow Soldier, +By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue, +Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood +Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well + + Eno. Ile strike, and cry, Take all + + Ant. Well said, come on: +Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night +Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors. + +Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand, +Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou, +Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well, +And Kings haue beene your fellowes + + Cleo. What meanes this? + Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots +Out of the minde + + Ant. And thou art honest too: +I wish I could be made so many men, +And all of you clapt vp together, in +An Anthony: that I might do you seruice, +So good as you haue done + + Omnes. The Gods forbid + + Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night: +Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me, +As when mine Empire was your Fellow too, +And suffer'd my command + + Cleo. What does he meane? + Eno. To make his Followers weepe + + Ant. Tend me to night; +May be, it is the period of your duty, +Haply you shall not see me more, or if, +A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow, +You'l serue another Master. I looke on you, +As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends, +I turne you not away, but like a Master +Married to your good seruice, stay till death: +Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more, +And the Gods yeeld you for't + + Eno. What meane you (Sir) +To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe, +And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame, +Transforme vs not to women + + Ant. Ho, ho, ho: +Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus. +Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends) +You take me in too dolorous a sense, +For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you +To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts) +I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you, +Where rather Ile expect victorious life, +Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come, +And drowne consideration. + +Exeunt. + +Enter a Company of Soldiours. + + 1.Sol. Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day + + 2.Sol. It will determine one way: Fare you well. +Heard you of nothing strange about the streets + + 1 Nothing: what newes? + 2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you + + 1 Well sir, good night. + +They meete other Soldiers. + + 2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch + + 1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight. + +They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage. + + 2 Heere we: and if to morrow +Our Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hope +Our Landmen will stand vp + + 1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose. + +Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage. + + 2 Peace, what noise? + 1 List, list + + 2 Hearke + + 1 Musicke i'th' Ayre + + 3 Vnder the earth + + 4 It signes well, do's it not? + 3 No + + 1 Peace I say: What should this meane? + 2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued, +Now leaues him + + 1 Walke, let's see if other Watchmen +Do heare what we do? + 2 How now Maisters? + +Speak together. + + Omnes. How now? how now? do you heare this? + 1 I, is't not strange? + 3 Do you heare Masters? Do you heare? + 1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter. +Let's see how it will giue off + + Omnes. Content: 'Tis strange. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others. + + Ant. Eros, mine Armour Eros + + Cleo. Sleepe a little + + Ant. No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros. +Enter Eros. + +Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on, +If Fortune be not ours to day, it is +Because we braue her. Come + + Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony. +What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art +The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this, +Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee + + Ant. Well, well, we shall thriue now. +Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences + + Eros. Briefely Sir + + Cleo. Is not this buckled well? + Ant. Rarely, rarely: +He that vnbuckles this, till we do please +To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme. +Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire +More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue, +That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st +The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see +A Workeman in't. +Enter an Armed Soldier. + +Good morrow to thee, welcome, +Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge: +To businesse that we loue, we rise betime, +And go too't with delight + + Soul. A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their +Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you. + +Showt. Trumpets Flourish. Enter Captaines, and Souldiers. + + Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall + + All. Good morrow Generall + + Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads. +This Morning, like the spirit of a youth +That meanes to be of note, begins betimes. +So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed. +Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me, +This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable, +And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand +On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee. +Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight, +Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu. + +Exeunt. + + Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber? + Cleo. Lead me: +He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might +Determine this great Warre in single fight; +Then Anthony; but now. Well on. + +Exeunt. + +Trumpets sound. Enter Anthony, and Eros. + + Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony + + Ant. Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaild +To make me fight at Land + + Eros. Had'st thou done so, +The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier +That has this morning left thee, would haue still +Followed thy heeles + + Ant. Whose gone this morning? + Eros. Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus, +He shall not heare thee, or from Caesars Campe, +Say I am none of thine + + Ant. What sayest thou? + Sold. Sir he is with Caesar + + Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him + + Ant. Is he gone? + Sol. Most certaine + + Ant. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it, +Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him, +(I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings; +Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause +To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue +Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus. + +Exit + +Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus, and Dollabella. + + Caes Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight: +Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue: +Make it so knowne + + Agrip. Caesar, I shall + + Caesar. The time of vniuersall peace is neere: +Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world +Shall beare the Oliue freely. + +Enter a Messenger. + + Mes. Anthony is come into the Field + + Caes Go charge Agrippa, +Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant, +That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury +Vpon himselfe. + +Exeunt. + + Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on +Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade +Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar, +And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines, +Caesar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest +That fell away, haue entertainment, but +No honourable trust: I haue done ill, +Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely, +That I will ioy no more. + +Enter a Soldier of Caesars. + + Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony +Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with +His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger +Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now +Vnloading of his Mules + + Eno. I giue it you + + Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus, +I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer +Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office, +Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor +Continues still a Ioue. + +Exit + + Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth, +And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony, +Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed +My better seruice, when my turpitude +Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart, +If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane +Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele +I fight against thee: No I will go seeke +Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits +My latter part of life. + +Enter. + +Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa. + + Agrip. Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre: +Caesar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression +Exceeds what we expected. + +Enter. + +Alarums. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded. + + Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed, +Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home +With clowts about their heads. + +Far off. + + Ant. Thou bleed'st apace + + Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T, +But now 'tis made an H + + Ant. They do retyre + + Scar. Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet +Roome for six scotches more + +Enter Eros. + + Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues +For a faire victory + + Scar. Let vs score their backes, +And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde, +'Tis sport to maul a Runner + + Ant. I will reward thee +Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold +For thy good valour. Come thee on + + Scar. Ile halt after. + +Exeunt. + +Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March. Scarrus, with others. + + Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one +Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow +Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood +That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all, +For doughty handed are you, and haue fought +Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene +Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors. +Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends, +Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares +Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse +The Honour'd-gashes whole. +Enter Cleopatra. + +Giue me thy hand, +To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts, +Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th' world, +Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all +Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there +Ride on the pants triumphing + + Cleo. Lord of Lords. +Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from +The worlds great snare vncaught + + Ant. Mine Nightingale, +We haue beate them to their Beds. +What Gyrle, though gray +Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we +A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can +Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man, +Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand, +Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day, +As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had +Destroyed in such a shape + + Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend +An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings + + Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled +Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand, +Through Alexandria make a iolly March, + +Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them. +Had our great Pallace the capacity +To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together, +And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate +Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters +With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare, +Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines, +That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together, +Applauding our approach. + +Exeunt. + +Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes. + + Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre, +We must returne to'th' Court of Guard: the night +Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile +By'th' second houre i'th' Morne + + 1.Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too's + + Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night + + 2 What man is this? + 1 Stand close, and list him + + Enob. Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone) +When men reuolted shall vpon Record +Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did +Before thy face repent + + Cent. Enobarbus? + 2 Peace: Hearke further + + Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly, +The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me, +That Life, a very Rebell to my will, +May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart +Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault, +Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder, +And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony, +Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous, +Forgiue me in thine owne particular, +But let the world ranke me in Register +A Master leauer, and a fugitiue: +Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony! + 1 Let's speake to him + + Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes +May concerne Caesar + + 2 Let's do so; but he sleepes + + Cent. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his +Was neuer yet for sleepe + + 1 Go we to him + + 2 Awake sir, awake, speake to vs + + 1 Heare you sir? + Cent. The hand of death hath raught him. + +Drummes afarre off. + +Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers: +Let vs beare him to'th' Court of Guard: he is of note: +Our houre is fully out + + 2 Come on then, he may recouer yet. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army. + + Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea, +We please them not by Land + + Scar. For both, my Lord + + Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th' Fire, or i'th' Ayre, +Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote +Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty +Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen, +They haue put forth the Hauen: +Where their appointment we may best discouer, +And looke on their endeuour. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Caesar, and his Army. + + Caes But being charg'd, we will be still by Land, +Which as I tak't we shall, for his best force +Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales, +And hold our best aduantage. + +Exeunt. + +Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus. + + Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd: +Where yon'd Pine does stand, I shall discouer all. +Ile bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. +Enter. + + Scar. Swallowes haue built +In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries +Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly, +And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony, +Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts +His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare +Of what he has, and has not. +Enter Anthony. + + Ant. All is lost: +This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me: +My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder +They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together +Like Friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou +Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart +Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye: +For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme, +I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone. +Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more, +Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere +Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts +That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue +Their wishes, do dis-Candie, melt their sweets +On blossoming Caesar: And this Pine is barkt, +That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am. +Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme, +Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home: +Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end, +Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose +Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse. +What Eros, Eros? +Enter Cleopatra. + +Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt + + Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue? + Ant. Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing, +And blemish Caesars Triumph. Let him take thee, +And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians, +Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot +Of all thy Sex. Most Monster-like be shewne +For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let +Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp +With her prepared nailes. + +exit Cleopatra. + +'Tis well th'art gone, +If it be well to liue. But better 'twere +Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death +Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa! +The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me +Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage. +Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th' Moone, +And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club, +Subdue my worthiest selfe: The Witch shall die, +To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me, and I fall +Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa? +Enter. + +Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian. + + Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad +Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly +Was neuer so imbost + + Char. To'th' Monument, there locke your selfe, +And send him word you are dead: +The Soule and Body riue not more in parting, +Then greatnesse going off + + Cleo. To'th' Monument: +Mardian, go tell him I haue slaine my selfe: +Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony, +And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian, +And bring me how he takes my death to'th' Monument. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Anthony, and Eros. + + Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me? + Eros. I Noble Lord + + Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that's Dragonish, +A vapour sometime, like a Beare, or Lyon, +A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke, +A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie +With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world, +And mocke our eyes with Ayre. +Thou hast seene these Signes, +They are blacke Vespers Pageants + + Eros. I my Lord + + Ant. That which is now a Horse, euen with a thoght +the Racke dislimes, and makes it indistinct +As water is in water + + Eros. It does my Lord + + Ant. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is +Euen such a body: Heere I am Anthony, +Yet cannot hold this visible shape (my Knaue) +I made these warres for Egypt, and the Queene, +Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine: +Which whil'st it was mine, had annext vntoo't +A Million moe, (now lost:) shee Eros has +Packt Cards with Caesars, and false plaid my Glory +Vnto an Enemies triumph. +Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs +Our selues to end our selues. +Enter Mardian. + +Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword + + Mar. No Anthony, +My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled +with thine intirely + + Ant. Hence sawcy Eunuch peace, she hath betraid me, +And shall dye the death + + Mar. Death of one person, can be paide but once, +And that she ha's discharg'd. What thou would'st do +Is done vnto thy hand: the last she spake +Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony. +Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake +The name of Anthony: it was diuided +Betweene her heart, and lips: she tendred life +Thy name so buried in her + + Ant. Dead then? + Mar. Dead + + Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done, +And we must sleepe: That thou depart'st hence safe +Does pay thy labour richly: Go. + +exit Mardian. + +Off, plucke off, +The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe +The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides. +Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent, +Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace; +No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go, +You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile. + +exit Eros + +I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and +Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now +All length is Torture: since the Torch is out, +Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour +Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles +It selfe with strength: Seale then and all is done. +Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me, +Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand, +And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze: +Dido, and her Aeneas shall want Troopes, +And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros. +Enter Eros. + + Eros. What would my Lord? + Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed, +I haue liu'd in such dishonour, that the Gods +Detest my basenesse. I, that with my Sword, +Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe +With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke +The Courage of a Woman, lesse Noble minde +Then she which by her death, our Caesar telles +I am Conqueror of my selfe. Thou art sworne Eros, +That when the exigent should come, which now +Is come indeed: When I should see behinde me +Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror, +That on my command, thou then would'st kill me. +Doo't, the time is come: Thou strik'st not me, +'Tis Caesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy Cheeke + + Eros. The Gods with-hold me, +Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts, +(Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not + + Ant. Eros, +Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see +Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe +His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de +To penetratiue shame; whil'st the wheel'd seate +Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him, branded +His Basenesse that ensued + + Eros. I would not see't + + Ant. Come then: for with a wound I must be cur'd. +Draw that thy honest Sword, which thou hast worne +Most vsefull for thy Country + + Eros. Oh sir, pardon me + + Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st y not then +To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once, +Or thy precedent Seruices are all +But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come + + Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance, +Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes + + Ant. Loe thee + + Eros. My sword is drawne + + Ant. Then let it do at once +The thing why thou hast drawne it + + Eros. My deere Master, +My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me say +Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farwell + + Ant. 'Tis said man, and farewell + + Eros. Farewell great Chiefe. Shall I strike now? + Ant. Now Eros. + +Killes himselfe. + + Eros. Why there then: +Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death + + Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe, +Thou teachest me: Oh valiant Eros, what +I should, and thou could'st not, my Queene and Eros +Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me +A Noblenesse in Record. But I will bee +A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't +As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros, +Thy Master dies thy Scholler; to do thus +I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead? +The Guard, how? Oh dispatch me. +Enter a Guard. + + 1.Guard. What's the noise? + Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends: +Oh make an end of what I haue begun + + 2 The Starre is falne + + 1 And time is at his Period + + All. Alas, and woe + + Ant. Let him that loues me, strike me dead + + 1 Not I + + 2 Nor I + + 3 Nor any one. + +Exeunt. + + Decretus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly +This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings, +Shall enter me with him. +Enter Diomedes. + + Dio. Where's Anthony? + Decre. There Diomed there + + Diom. Liues he: wilt thou not answer man? + Ant. Art thou there Diomed? +Draw thy sword, and giue mee, +Suffising strokes for death + + Diom. Most absolute Lord: +My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee + + Ant. When did shee send thee? + Diom. Now my Lord + + Anth. Where is she? + Diom. Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying feare +Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw +(Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect +She had dispos'd with Caesar, and that your rage +Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead: +But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent +Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come +I dread, too late + + Ant. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee + + Dio. What hoa: the Emperors Guard, +The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles. +Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony. + + Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides, +'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you + + 1 Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare +All your true Followers out + + All. Most heauy day + + Ant. Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate +To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome +Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it +Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp, +I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends, +And haue my thankes for all. + +Exit bearing Anthony + +Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with Charmian & Iras. + + Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence + + Char. Be comforted deere Madam + + Cleo. No, I will not: +All strange and terrible euents are welcome, +But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow +Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great +As that which makes it. +Enter Diomed. + +How now? is he dead? + Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead. +Looke out o'th other side your Monument, +His Guard haue brought him thither. +Enter Anthony, and the Guard. + + Cleo. Oh Sunne, +Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand +The varrying shore o'th' world. O Antony, Antony, Antony +Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends +Below, let's draw him hither + + Ant. Peace, +Not Caesars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony, +But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe + + Cleo. So it should be, +That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony, +But woe 'tis so + + Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely +I heere importune death a-while, vntill +Of many thousand kisses, the poore last +I lay vpon thy lippes + + Cleo. I dare not Deere, +Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not, +Least I be taken: nor th' Imperious shew +Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar, euer shall +Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue +Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe: +Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes, +And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour +Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony, +Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp: +Assist good Friends + + Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone + + Cleo. Heere's sport indeede: +How heauy weighes my Lord? +Our strength is all gone into heauinesse, +That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power, +The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp, +And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little, +Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come, + +They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra. + +And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd, +Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power, +Thus would I weare them out + + All. A heauy sight + + Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying. +Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little + + Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye, +That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele, +Prouok'd by my offence + + Ant. One word (sweet Queene) +Of Caesar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh + + Cleo. They do not go together + + Ant. Gentle heare me, +None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius + + Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust, +None about Caesar + + Ant. The miserable change now at my end, +Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts +In feeding them with those my former Fortunes +Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th' world, +The Noblest: and do now not basely dye, +Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to +My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman +Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going, +I can no more + + Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't dye? +Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide +In this dull world, which in thy absence is +No better then a Stye? Oh see my women: +The Crowne o'th' earth doth melt. My Lord? +Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre, +The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles +Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone, +And there is nothing left remarkeable +Beneath the visiting Moone + + Char. Oh quietnesse, Lady + + Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne + + Char. Lady + + Iras. Madam + + Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam + + Iras. Royall Egypt: Empresse + + Char. Peace, peace, Iras + + Cleo. No more but in a Woman, and commanded +By such poore passion, as the Maid that Milkes, +And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me, +To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods, +To tell them that this World did equall theyrs, +Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught: +Patience is sortish, and impatience does +Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne, +To rush into the secret house of death, +Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women? +What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian? +My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke +Our Lampe is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart, +Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble, +Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion, +And make death proud to take vs. Come, away, +This case of that huge Spirit now is cold. +Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend +But Resolution, and the breefest end. + +Exeunt., bearing of Anthonies body. + +Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with his Counsell of +Warre. + + Caesar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld, +Being so frustrate, tell him, +He mockes the pawses that he makes + + Dol. Caesar, I shall. +Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony. + + Caes Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st +Appeare thus to vs? + Dec. I am call'd Decretas, +Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie +Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spoke +He was my Master, and I wore my life +To spend vpon his haters. If thou please +To take me to thee, as I was to him, +Ile be to Caesar: if y pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life + + Caesar. What is't thou say'st? + Dec. I say (Oh Caesar) Anthony is dead + + Caesar. The breaking of so great a thing, should make +A greater cracke. The round World +Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets, +And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony +Is not a single doome, in the name lay +A moity of the world + + Dec. He is dead Caesar, +Not by a publike minister of Iustice, +Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-hand +Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did, +Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it, +Splitted the heart. This is his Sword, +I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd +With his most Noble blood + + Caes Looke you sad Friends, +The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings +To wash the eyes of Kings + + Dol. And strange it is, +That Nature must compell vs to lament +Our most persisted deeds + + Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him + + Dola. A Rarer spirit neuer +Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs +Some faults to make vs men. Caesar is touch'd + + Mec. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him, +He needes must see him selfe + + Caesar. Oh Anthony, +I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch +Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce +Haue shewne to thee such a declining day, +Or looke on thine: we could not stall together, +In the whole world. But yet let me lament +With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts, +That thou my Brother, my Competitor, +In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire, +Friend and Companion in the front of Warre, +The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart +Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres +Vnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this. +Heare me good Friends, +But I will tell you at some meeter Season, +The businesse of this man lookes out of him, +Wee'l heare him what he sayes. +Enter an aegyptian. + +Whence are you? + aegyp. A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistris +Confin'd in all, she has her Monument +Of thy intents, desires, instruction, +That she preparedly may frame her selfe +To'th' way shee's forc'd too + + Caesar. Bid her haue good heart, +She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours, +How honourable, and how kindely Wee +Determine for her. For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle + aegypt. So the Gods preserue thee. +Enter. + + Caes Come hither Proculeius. Go and say +We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts +The quality of her passion shall require; +Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall stroke +She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome, +Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go, +And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes, +And how you finde of her + + Pro. Caesar I shall. + +Exit Proculeius. + + Caes Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to second +Proculeius? + All. Dolabella + + Caes Let him alone: for I remember now +How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready. +Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see +How hardly I was drawne into this Warre, +How calme and gentle I proceeded still +In all my Writings. Go with me, and see +What I can shew in this. + +Exeunt. + +Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. + + Cleo. My desolation does begin to make +A better life: Tis paltry to be Caesar: +Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue, +A minister of her will: and it is great +To do that thing that ends all other deeds, +Which shackles accedents, and bolts vp change; +Which sleepes, and neuer pallates more the dung, +The beggers Nurse, and Caesars. +Enter Proculeius. + + Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt, +And bids thee study on what faire demands +Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee + + Cleo. What's thy name? + Pro. My name is Proculeius + + Cleo. Anthony +Did tell me of you, bad me trust you, but +I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd +That haue no vse for trusting. If your Master +Would haue a Queene his begger, you must tell him, +That Maiesty to keepe decorum, must +No lesse begge then a Kingdome: If he please +To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne, +He giues me so much of mine owne, as I +Will kneele to him with thankes + + Pro. Be of good cheere: +Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing, +Make your full reference freely to my Lord, +Who is so full of Grace, that it flowes ouer +On all that neede. Let me report to him +Your sweet dependancie, and you shall finde +A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse, +Where he for grace is kneel'd too + + Cleo. Pray you tell him, +I am his Fortunes Vassall, and I send him +The Greatnesse he has got. I hourely learne +A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly +Looke him i'th' Face + + Pro. This Ile report (deere Lady) +Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied +Of him that caus'd it + + Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd: +Guard her till Caesar come + + Iras. Royall Queene + + Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queene + + Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands + + Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold: +Doe not your selfe such wrong, who are in this +Releeu'd, but not betraid + + Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languish + Pro. Cleopatra, do not abuse my Masters bounty, by +Th' vndoing of your selfe: Let the World see +His Noblenesse well acted, which your death +Will neuer let come forth + + Cleo. Where art thou Death? +Come hither come; Come, come, and take a Queene +Worth many Babes and Beggers + + Pro. Oh temperance Lady + + Cleo. Sir, I will eate no meate, Ile not drinke sir, +If idle talke will once be necessary +Ile not sleepe neither. This mortall house Ile ruine, +Do Caesar what he can. Know sir, that I +Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court, +Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye +Of dull Octauia. Shall they hoyst me vp, +And shew me to the showting Varlotarie +Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt. +Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde +Lay me starke-nak'd, and let the water-Flies +Blow me into abhorring; rather make +My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet, +And hang me vp in Chaines + + Pro. You do extend +These thoughts of horror further then you shall +Finde cause in Caesar. +Enter Dolabella. + + Dol. Proculeius, +What thou hast done, thy Master Caesar knowes, +And he hath sent for thee: for the Queene, +Ile take her to my Guard + + Pro. So Dolabella, +It shall content me best: Be gentle to her, +To Caesar I will speake, what you shall please, +If you'l imploy me to him. + +Exit Proculeius + + Cleo. Say, I would dye + + Dol. Most Noble Empresse, you haue heard of me + + Cleo. I cannot tell + + Dol. Assuredly you know me + + Cleo. No matter sir, what I haue heard or knowne: +You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames, +Is't not your tricke? + Dol. I vnderstand not, Madam + + Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony. +Oh such another sleepe, that I might see +But such another man + + Dol. If it might please ye + + Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein stucke +A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted +The little o'th' earth + + Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature + + Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme +Crested the world: His voyce was propertied +As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends: +But when he meant to quaile, and shake the Orbe, +He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty, +There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was, +That grew the more by reaping: His delights +Were Dolphin-like, they shew'd his backe aboue +The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery +Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Islands were +As plates dropt from his pocket + + Dol. Cleopatra + + Cleo. Thinke you there was, or might be such a man +As this I dreampt of? + Dol. Gentle Madam, no + + Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods: +But if there be, not euer were one such +It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe +To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t' imagine +An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainst Fancie, +Condemning shadowes quite + + Dol. Heare me, good Madam: +Your losse is as your selfe, great; and you beare it +As answering to the waight, would I might neuer +Ore-take pursu'de successe: But I do feele +By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites +My very heart at roote + + Cleo. I thanke you sir: +Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me? + Dol. I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew + + Cleo. Nay pray you sir + + Dol. Though he be Honourable + + Cleo. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph + + Dol. Madam he will, I know't. + +Flourish. + +Enter Proculeius, Caesar, Gallus, Mecenas, and others of his +Traine. + + All. Make way there Caesar + + Caes Which is the Queene of Egypt + + Dol. It is the Emperor Madam. + +Cleo. kneeles. + + Caesar. Arise, you shall not kneele: +I pray you rise, rise Egypt + + Cleo. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus, +My Master and my Lord I must obey, + Caesar. Take to you no hard thoughts, +The Record of what iniuries you did vs, +Though written in our flesh, we shall remember +As things but done by chance + + Cleo. Sole Sir o'th' World, +I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well +To make it cleare, but do confesse I haue +Bene laden with like frailties, which before +Haue often sham'd our Sex + + Caesar. Cleopatra know, +We will extenuate rather then inforce: +If you apply your selfe to our intents, +Which towards you are most gentle, you shall finde +A benefit in this change: but if you seeke +To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking +Anthonies course, you shall bereaue your selfe +Of my good purposes, and put your children +To that destruction which Ile guard them from, +If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue + + Cleo. And may through all the world: tis yours, & we +your Scutcheons, and your signes of Conquest shall +Hang in what place you please. Here my good Lord + + Caesar. You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra + + Cleo. This is the breefe: of Money, Plate, & Iewels +I am possest of, 'tis exactly valewed, +Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus? + Seleu. Heere Madam + + Cleo. This is my Treasurer, let him speake (my Lord) +Vpon his perill, that I haue reseru'd +To my selfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus + + Seleu. Madam, I had rather seele my lippes, +Then to my perill speake that which is not + + Cleo. What haue I kept backe + + Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known + Caesar. Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approue +Your Wisedome in the deede + + Cleo. See Caesar: Oh behold, +How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours, +And should we shift estates, yours would be mine. +The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does +Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more trust +Then loue that's hyr'd? What goest thou backe, y shalt +Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes +Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-lesse, Villain, Dog. +O rarely base! + Caesar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you + + Cleo. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this, +That thou vouchsafing heere to visit me, +Doing the Honour of thy Lordlinesse +To one so meeke, that mine owne Seruant should +Parcell the summe of my disgraces, by +Addition of his Enuy. Say (good Caesar) +That I some Lady trifles haue reseru'd, +Immoment toyes, things of such Dignitie +As we greet moderne Friends withall, and say +Some Nobler token I haue kept apart +For Liuia and Octauia, to induce +Their mediation, must I be vnfolded +With one that I haue bred: The Gods! it smites me +Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence, +Or I shall shew the Cynders of my spirits +Through th' Ashes of my chance: Wer't thou a man, +Thou would'st haue mercy on me + + Caesar. Forbeare Seleucus + + Cleo. Be it known, that we the greatest are mis-thoght +For things that others do: and when we fall, +We answer others merits, in our name +Are therefore to be pittied + + Caesar. Cleopatra, +Not what you haue reseru'd, nor what acknowledg'd +Put we i'th' Roll of Conquest: still bee't yours, +Bestow it at your pleasure, and beleeue +Caesars no Merchant, to make prize with you +Of things that Merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd, +Make not your thoughts your prisons: No deere Queen, +For we intend so to dispose you, as +Your selfe shall giue vs counsell: Feede, and sleepe: +Our care and pitty is so much vpon you, +That we remaine your Friend, and so adieu + + Cleo. My Master, and my Lord + + Caesar. Not so: Adieu. + +Flourish. Exeunt Caesar, and his Traine. + + Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me, +That I should not be Noble to my selfe. +But hearke thee Charmian + + Iras. Finish good Lady, the bright day is done, +And we are for the darke + + Cleo. Hye thee againe, +I haue spoke already, and it is prouided, +Go put it to the haste + + Char. Madam, I will. +Enter Dolabella. + + Dol. Where's the Queene? + Char. Behold sir + + Cleo. Dolabella + + Dol. Madam, as thereto sworne, by your command +(Which my loue makes Religion to obey) +I tell you this: Caesar through Syria +Intends his iourney, and within three dayes, +You with your Children will he send before, +Make your best vse of this. I haue perform'd +Your pleasure, and my promise + + Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remaine your debter + + Dol. I your Seruant: +Adieu good Queene, I must attend on Caesar. + +Exit + + Cleo. Farewell, and thankes. +Now Iras, what think'st thou? +Thou, an Egyptian Puppet shall be shewne +In Rome aswell as I: Mechanicke Slaues +With greazie Aprons, Rules, and Hammers shall +Vplift vs to the view. In their thicke breathes, +Ranke of grosse dyet, shall we be enclowded, +And forc'd to drinke their vapour + + Iras. The Gods forbid + + Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certaine Iras: sawcie Lictors +Will catch at vs like Strumpets, and scald Rimers +Ballads vs out a Tune. The quicke Comedians +Extemporally will stage vs, and present +Our Alexandrian Reuels: Anthony +Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see +Some squeaking Cleopatra Boy my greatnesse +I'th' posture of a Whore + + Iras. O the good Gods! + Cleo. Nay that's certaine + + Iras. Ile neuer see't? for I am sure mine Nailes +Are stronger then mine eyes + + Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation, +And to conquer their most absurd intents. +Enter Charmian. + +Now Charmian. +Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch +My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus, +To meete Marke Anthony. Sirra Iras, go +(Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,) +And when thou hast done this chare, Ile giue thee leaue +To play till Doomesday: bring our Crowne, and all. + +A noise within. + +Wherefore's this noise? +Enter a Guardsman. + + Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow, +That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence, +He brings you Figges + + Cleo. Let him come in. + +Exit Guardsman. + +What poore an Instrument +May do a Noble deede: he brings me liberty: +My Resolution's plac'd, and I haue nothing +Of woman in me: Now from head to foote +I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone +No Planet is of mine. +Enter Guardsman, and Clowne. + + Guards. This is the man + + Cleo. Auoid, and leaue him. + +Exit Guardsman. + +Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there, +That killes and paines not? + Clow. Truly I haue him: but I would not be the partie +that should desire you to touch him, for his byting is +immortall: those that doe dye of it, doe seldome or neuer +recouer + + Cleo. Remember'st thou any that haue dyed on't? + Clow. Very many, men and women too. I heard of +one of them no longer then yesterday, a very honest woman, +but something giuen to lye, as a woman should not +do, but in the way of honesty, how she dyed of the byting +of it, what paine she felt: Truely, she makes a verie +good report o'th' worme: but he that wil beleeue all that +they say, shall neuer be saued by halfe that they do: but +this is most falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme + + Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell + + Clow. I wish you all ioy of the Worme + + Cleo. Farewell + + Clow. You must thinke this (looke you,) that the +Worme will do his kinde + + Cleo. I, I, farewell + + Clow. Looke you, the Worme is not to bee trusted, +but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is +no goodnesse in the Worme + + Cleo. Take thou no care, it shall be heeded + + Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it +is not worth the feeding + + Cleo. Will it eate me? + Clow. You must not think I am so simple, but I know +the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman: I know, that +a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the diuell dresse her +not. But truly, these same whorson diuels doe the Gods +great harme in their women: for in euery tenne that they +make, the diuels marre fiue + + Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell + + Clow. Yes forsooth: I wish you ioy o'th' worm. + +Exit + + Cleo. Giue me my Robe, put on my Crowne, I haue +Immortall longings in me. Now no more +The iuyce of Egypts Grape shall moyst this lip. +Yare, yare, good Iras; quicke: Me thinkes I heare +Anthony call: I see him rowse himselfe +To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock +The lucke of Caesar, which the Gods giue men +To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come: +Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title. +I am Fire, and Ayre; my other Elements +I giue to baser life. So, haue you done? +Come then, and take the last warmth of my Lippes. +Farewell kinde Charmian, Iras, long farewell. +Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes? Dost fall? +If thou, and Nature can so gently part, +The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch, +Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lye still? +If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world, +It is not worth leaue-taking + + Char. Dissolue thicke clowd, & Raine, that I may say +The Gods themselues do weepe + + Cleo. This proues me base: +If she first meete the Curled Anthony, +Hee'l make demand of her, and spend that kisse +Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch, +With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate, +Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole, +Be angry, and dispatch. Oh could'st thou speake, +That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse, vnpolicied + + Char. Oh Easterne Starre + + Cleo. Peace, peace: +Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast, +That suckes the Nurse asleepe + + Char. O breake! O breake! + Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle. +O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too. +What should I stay- + +Dyes. + + Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well: +Now boast thee Death, in thy possession lyes +A Lasse vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze, +And golden Phoebus, neuer be beheld +Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away, +Ile mend it, and then play- +Enter the Guard rustling in; and Dolabella. + + 1.Guard. Where's the Queene? + Char. Speake softly, wake her not + + 1 Caesar hath sent + Char. Too slow a Messenger. +Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee + + 1 Approach hoa, +All's not well: Caesar's beguild + + 2 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar: call him + + 1 What worke is heere Charmian? +Is this well done? + Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princesse +Descended of so many Royall Kings. +Ah Souldier. + +Charmian dyes. + +Enter Dolabella. + + Dol. How goes it heere? + 2.Guard. All dead + + Dol. Caesar, thy thoughts +Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming +To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou +So sought'st to hinder. +Enter Caesar and all his Traine, marching. + + All. A way there, a way for Caesar + + Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer: +That you did feare, is done + + Caesar. Brauest at the last, +She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall +Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths, +I do not see them bleede + + Dol. Who was last with them? + 1.Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs: +This was his Basket + + Caesar. Poyson'd then + + 1.Guard. Oh Caesar: +This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake: +I found her trimming vp the Diadem; +On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood, +And on the sodaine dropt + + Caesar. Oh Noble weakenesse: +If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare +By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe, +As she would catch another Anthony +In her strong toyle of Grace + + Dol. Heere on her brest, +There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne, +The like is on her Arme + + 1.Guard. This is an Aspickes traile, +And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such +As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle + + Caesar. Most probable +That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee +She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite +Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed, +And beare her Women from the Monument, +She shall be buried by her Anthony. +No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it +A payre so famous: high euents as these +Strike those that make them: and their Story is +No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which +Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall +In solemne shew, attend this Funerall, +And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see +High Order, in this great Solemnity. + +Exeunt. omnes + +FINIS. + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2268 *** |