On pain of punishment, the world to weet,* We stand up peerless. Cleo. Excellent Falsehood! Why did we marry Fulvia, and not love her?- Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: What sport tonight? Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. [Exeunt ANT. and CLEO. with their Train. Dem. Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. Dem. I'm full sorry, That he approves the common liar, who [Exeunt. Image: find me to marry me with Octavius Cesar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names:* Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million. Chur. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, tonight, shall be-drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the overflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how, but how? give me particu lars. Sooth. I have said. Irus. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.—0, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis,t I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Enter CLEOPA RA, Cleo. Saw you my lord? Cleo. Was he not here? Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden [bus,A Roman thought hath struck him.-EnobarEno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My lord approaches. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such a one? 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter another MESSENGER. Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you? Her length of sickness, with what else more her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch.- How now! Enobar * Seized. bus! + In some editions minds. Tilling, plowing; prepares us to produce good seed. Waits. Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Ant. I must with haste from hence. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great patra, catching but the least noise of this, dies cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleoinstantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Fulvia is dead. sacrifice. Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock the tears live in an onion, that should water brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, this sorrow. Have notice what we purpose. I shall break breeding, [life, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does: I did not send you ;*-If you find him sad, You do not hold the method to enforce Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish for bear; In time we hate that wich we often fear. But here comes Antony. Cleo. I am sick, and sullen. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Ant. Now, my dearest queen, Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good news. What says the married woman?-You may go; 'Would, she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, Cleo. O, never was there queen Ant. Cleopatra,— Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, [gods, Though you in swearing shake the thronged Ant. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown en; cular, And that which most with you should safet my going, Is Fulvia's death. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die?‡ Ant. She's dead, my queen: The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read See, when, and where she died." Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill The purposes I bear; which are, or cease That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, As thou affect'st. Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;— But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well; So Antony loves. And give true evidence to his love, which Ant. My precious queen, forbear; An honourable trial. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. [stands I pr'ythee turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. And target,-Still he mends; Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous mad-But this is not the best: Look, pr'ythee, ness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing! Ant. Most sweet queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Ling, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay. Then was the time for words: No going then ; Eternity was in our lips, and eyes; [poor, Ant. How now, lady! Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it; That you know well: Something it is I would,O, my obliviontt is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou To bear such idleness so near the heart mon body, Since my becomings kill me, when they do not | Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. This com- Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Mess. Cesar, I bring thee word, With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Ces. Antony, Ces. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once know, It is not Cesar's natural vice to hate Than Cleopatra: nor the queen Ptolemy [or find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults Lep. I must not think, there are cannot [change, Ces. You are too indulgent: let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; (As his composure must be rare indeed, No way excuse his soils, when we do bear time, [loud That drums him from his sport, and speaks as As his own state, and ours,-'tis to be chid As we rate boys; who, being mature in know[sure, ledge, Pawn their experience to their present plea- Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st against, [more Though daintily brought up, with patience The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle** Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Lep. It is pity of him. Ces. Let his shames quickly Lep. To-morrow, Cesar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Ces. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, Sir, Ces. Doubt not, Sir; [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Pulace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS. and Cleo. Charmian, Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora.‡‡ Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of My Antony is away. Char. You think of him Too much. Cleo. O, treason! Char. Madam, I trust, not so. Cleo. Thou eunuch! Mardian! Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? * Endeared by being missed. + Plough. [time, ↑ Turn pale. Feastings; in the old copy it is vissasies, Urine. **Stagnant, slimy water. i. e. vassals. It A sleepy potion Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm When thou wast here above the ground, I was There would he anchor his aspect, and die Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry? the extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided 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 looks by his: he was not merry; Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy: but between both; Cleo. Who's born that day [gers: + Furious. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, The thing we sue for. [decays Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, [powers Beg often our own harms, which the wise Deny us for our good; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers. Pom. I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine; No wars without doors: Cesar gets money, He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, Nor either cares for him. Men. Cesar and Lepidus Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony: But all charms of love nour, [rius? Even tillt a Lethe'd dullness.-How now, Var Enter VARRIUS. Var. This is most certain that I shall deliMark Antony is every hour in Rome [ver: Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis A space for further travel. Pom. I could have given less matter A better ear.-Menas, I did not think, This amorous surfeiter would have don'd; his For such a petty war: his soldiership [helms Is twice the other twain: But let us rear The higher our opiniou, that our stirring Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck The ne'er lust-wearied Antony. |