Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- Tawny finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, Ah! ah! you're caught. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Cleo. That time!-0 times! I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night ACT III. AMBITION JEALOUS OF A TOO SUCCESSFUL FRiend. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, May make too great an act: For learn this, Silius; Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire Too high a fame, when him we serve's away. WHAT OCTAVIA'S ENTRANCE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Česar's sister: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way, *Head-dress. The ostent* of our love, which, left unshown Women are not, WOMEN. In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure The ne'er touch'd vestal. FORTUNE FORMS OUR JUDGMENTS. I see men's judgments are A parcelf of their fortunes: and things outward To suffer all alike. LOYALTY. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.‡ Does conquer him that did his master conquer, WISDOM SUPERIOR TO FORTUNE. Wisdom and fortune combating together, VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN Good, my lord, But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seal§ our eyes; In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us FURY EXPELS FEAR. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Restore his heart: When valour preys on reason, *Show, token. + Quarrel. † Are of a piece with them. ACT IV. A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS. 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'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death: EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE. This morning, like a spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH VICTORY. O thou day o' the world, Chain mine arm'd neck: leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harnesst to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. LOATHED LIFE. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge§ upon me; That life, a very rebel of my will, May hang no longer on me. ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts DEPARTING GREATNESS. The soul and body rive|| not more in parting Than greatness going off. * Perhaps. + Reward. Armour of proof. § Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the noisture it has imbibed. I Split. ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapour, sometimes, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with thought, The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave† Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body; here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharged: What thou would'st do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS It were for me ANTONY. ON THE DEATH OF To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; * The fleeting clouds. + Servant. To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women? What, what? good cheer? Why, how now, Char mian? My noble girls!—Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out;-Good sirs, take heart:- ACT V. DEATH. My desolation does begin to make To do that thing that ends all other deeds; CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY. But such another man! Dol. If it might please you,― Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends: * Servant |