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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

M. ANTONY,

TAURUS, lieutenant-general to Casar. OCTAVIUS CAESAR, triumvirs.

Canidius, lieutenant-general to Antony. M. Æmil. LEPIDUS,

Silius, an officer in Ventidius' army. Sextus POMPEIUS.

EUPHRONIUS, an ambassador from Antony to Domitius ENOBARBUS,

Casar. VENTIDIUS,

ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, EROS,

attendants on Cleopatra. SCARUS,

friends of Antony. A Soothsayer. A Clown.
DERCETAS,
DEMETRIUS,
Philo,

CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt.
MECÆNAS,

Octavia, sister to Casar, and wife to Antony. AGRIPPA,

CHARMIAN, attendants on Cleopatra. DOLABELLA,

friends of Casar.

IRAS,
PROCULEIUS,
THYREUS,
GALLUS.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other MENAS,

Attendants. MENECRATES,

friends of Pompey. VARRIUS,

SCENE, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.-- Alexandria. A room in CLEOPA- | The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper ;
TRA's palace.

And is become the bellows, and the fan,
Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo.

To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come ! Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's

Flourish. Enter Antony and CLEOPATBA, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,

with their Trains : Eunuchs fanning her. That o'er the files and musters of the war Take but good note, and you shall see in him Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now The triple pillar of the world transfonn'd turn,

Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. The office and devotion of their view

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,

Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Which in the scuffles of great fights łath burst reckon'd.

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Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope Ant. Then must thou needs find out new Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! heaven, new earth.

[Exeunt. Enter an Attendant.

SCENE II.-The same. Another room. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates me: -The sum.

Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAs, and a SoothCleo. Nay, hear them, Antony :

sayer. Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows, If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this : thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, Take in that kingdom, and enfrunchise that ; where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the Perform't, or else we damn thee.

queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, Ant. How, my love!

you say, must change his horns with garlands! Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like,

Aler. Soothsayer. You must not stay here longer, your dismission Sooth. Your will ? Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony: Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I would say ? know things ? -Both ?

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, Call in the messengers. - As I am Egypt's queen, A little I can read. Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Alex. Show him your hand. Is Cæsar's homager: else so thycheek pays shame,

Enter ENOBARBUS. When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The messengers.

Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide enough, arch

Cleopatra's health to drink.
Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space ; Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life

Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.

[Embracing. Char. He means, in flesh. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind, Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Char. Wrinkles forbid ! We stand up peerless.

Aler. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Cleo. Excellent falsehood !

Char. Hush ! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than be1'll seem the fool I am not; Antony

lov'd. Will be himself.

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Ant. But stirr’d by Cleopatra.

Alex. Nay, hear him. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let's not confound the time with conference Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, harsh :

and widow them all : let me have a child at There's not a minute of our lives should stretch fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage : Without some pleasure now: What sport to find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and night?

companion me with my mistress. Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you Ant. Fye, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Char. O excellent ! I love long life better To weep; whose every passion fully strives

than figs. To make itself, in thee, fair, and admir’d! Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer No messenger ; but thine and all alone,

former fortune To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and Than that which is to approach. note

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have The qualities of people. Come, my, queen;

names: Pr’ythee, how many boys and Last night you did desire it:-Speak not to us. wenches must I have [Exeunt Ant. and Cleo, with their Train.

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz’d so slight? And fertile every wish, a million. Phi. Sir, sometimes, when lie is not Antony, Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. He comes too short of that great property,

Aler. You think, none but your sheets are Which still should go with Antony.

privy to your wishes. Dem. I'm full sorry,

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. That he approves the common liar, who

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.

serve.

no

thing else.

Cæsar ;

thus;

Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to

Mess. Ay: night, shall bedrunk to bed.

But soon that war had end, and the time's state Tras. There's a palm presages chastity, if no Made friends of them, jointing their force ʼgainst

Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, famine.

Upon the first encounter, drave them. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot Ant. Well, soothsay.

What worst? Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful Mess. The nature of bad newsinfects the teller. prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.

On: Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.

Things, that are past, are done, with me.—'Tis Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. Sooth. I have said.

Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than I hear him, as he flatter'd. she?

Mess. Labienus Char. Well, if you were but an inch of for- (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, tune better than I, where would you choose it? Extended Asia from Euphrates; Iras. Not in my husband's nose.

His conquering banner shook, from Syria Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend ! To Lydia, and to Ionia ; Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.—0, let Whilsthim marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, Ant. Antony, thou would'st say, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give Mess. O, my lord! him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the genethe worst of all follow him laughing to his

ral tongue ; grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Ísis, hear me Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome: this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! With such full licence, as both truth and malice

Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to weeds, see a handsome man loose-wiv'd, so it is a deadly When our quick winds lie still; and our ills sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune Is as our earing. Fare thee well a-while. him accordingly!

Mess. At your noble pleasure. Erit. Char. Amen.

Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.—Is there such make me a cuckold, they would make themselves an one? whores, but they'd do't.

2 Att. He stays upon your will. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony.

Ant. Let him appear :Char. Not he, the queen.

These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter CLEOPATRA.

Enter another Messenger. Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

Or lose myself in dotage.- What are you? Eno. No, lady.

2 Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead. Cleo. Was he not here?

Ant. Where died she? Char. No, madam.

2 Mess. In Sicyon: Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the Her length of sickness, with whatelse more serious sudden

Importeth thee to know, this bears. A Roman thought had struck him.-Enobar

[Gires a letter. bus,

Ant. Forbear me. [Erit Messenger Eno. Madam.

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's What our contempts do often hurl from us, Alexas ?

We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure, Alex. Here, madam, at your service.—My By revolution lowering, does become lord approaches.

The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Enter Antony, with a Messengerand Attendants. I must from this enchanting queen break off ;

The hand could pluck her back, thatshov'd heron. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,

[Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Myidleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus!
Iras, Charmian, Soothsayer, and Atten-

Enter ENOBARBUS.
dants.
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

Ant. I inust with baste from hence.

told us,

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Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : For the main soldier ; whose quality, going on,
We see how mortal an unkindness is to them ; | The sides o'the world may danger : Much is
if they suffer our departure, death's the word. breeding,
Ant. I must be gone.

Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let wo And not a serpent's poison. Say our pleasure,
men die : It were pity to cast them away for To such whose place is under us, requires
nothing; though, between them and a great Our quick remove from hence.
cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleo Eno. I shall do't.

[Ereunt. patra

, catching but the least noise of this, dies
instantly; I have seen her die twenty times

SCENE III.
upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is
mettle in death, whieh commits some loving act

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and

ALEXAS.
upon her, she hath such celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.

Cleo. Where is he?
Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made Char. I did not see him since.
of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what
cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and

he does :tears ; they are greater storms and tempests than I did not send you ;-If you find him sad, almanacks can report: This cannot be cunning Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. well as Jove.

[Exit Aleras. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!

Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love hiin

dearly,
Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a won-
derful piece of work; which not to have been You do not hold the method to enforce
blessed withal, would have discredited your tra- The like from him.
rel.

Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Char. In each thing give him way, cross hiin
Eno. Sir?

in nothing. Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool; the way to Eno. Fulvia ?

lose him. Ant. Dead.

Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, for-
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sa-
crifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take In time we hate that which we often fear.
the wife of a man from him, it shows to man

Enter ANTONY.
the tailors of the earth; comforting therein,
that when old robes are worn out, there are But here comes Antony.
members to make new. If there were no more Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,

Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purand the case to be lamented: this grief is crown

pose, -
ed with consolation ; your old smock brings Cleo. Help meaway, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, the tears It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Will not sustain it.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
state,

Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Cannot endure my absence.

Ant. What's the matter?
Eno. And the business you have broached Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some
here cannot be without you ; especially that of good news.
Cleopatra’s, which wholly-depends on your abode. What says the married woman ? -You may go;
Ant. No more light answers.

Let our officers 'Would she had never given you leave to come
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break

Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
The cause of our expedience to the queen,

I have no power upon you; hers you are.
And get her love to part. For not alone

Ant. The gods best know,-
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,

Cleo. O, never was there queen
Do strongly speak to us ; but the letters too So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
of many our contriving friends in Rome I saw the treasons planted.
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius

Ant. Cleopatra,-
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands

Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,
The empire of the sea : our slippery people

and true, (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw

Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, Pompey the great, and all his dignities,

To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Upon his son ; who, high in name and power,

Which break themselves in swearing!
Higher than both
in blood and life, stands up

Ant. Most sweet queen,

bear;

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Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is going,

meetly. But bid farewell, and go:

when

you

sued staying, Ant. Now, by my sword, Then was the time for words: No going then; Cleo. And target, -Still he mends; Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee, CharBliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, mian, But was a race of heaven: They are so still, How this Herculean Roman does become Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, The carriage of his chafe. Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Ant. How now, lady!

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should’st Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: know,

Sir, you and I have lov'd,--but there's not it; There were a heart in Egypt.

That you know well : Something it is I would, Ant. Hear me, queen:

O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
The strong necessity of time commands And I am all forgotten.
Our services a-while; but my full heart

Ant. But that your royalty
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius For idleness itself. Makes his approaches to the port of Rome; Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, Equality of two domestic powers

To bear such idleness so near the heart Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; strength,

Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Are newly grown to love: The condemn'd Pom- Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence; pey,

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace And all the gods go with you ! upon your sword Into the hearts of such as have not thriv’d Sit laureld victory! and smooth success Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; Be strew'd before your feet! And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge Ant. Let us go. Come; By any desperate change: My more particular, Our separation so abides, and flies, and that which most with you should safe my That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, going,

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Is Fulvia's death.

Away.

[Exeunt. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom,

SCENE IV.Rome. An apartment in Cæsar's It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die ?

house. Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read

Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and

Attendants.
The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best :
See, when, and where she died.

Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth Cleo. O most false love!

know, Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, One great competitor: From Alexandria In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar’d to know The lamps of night in revel : is not more manThe purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

like
As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire, Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen of Ptolemy
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Vouchsaf’d to think he had partners : You shall
As thou affect'st.

find there
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ; A man, who is the abstract of all faults
But let it be.--I am quickly ill, and well : That all men follow.
So Antony loves.

Lep. I must not think, there are
Ant. My precious queen, forbear;

Evils enough to darken all his goodness: And give true evidence to his love, which stands His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, An honourable trial.

More fiery by night's blackness ; hereditary, Cleo. So Fulvia told me.

Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change, I pr’ythee turn aside, and weep for her ; Than what he chooses. Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears

Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene

it is not Of excellent dissembling; and let it look Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; Like perfect honour.

To give a kingdom for a mirth ; to sit Ant. You'll heat my blood ; no more. And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;

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