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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
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,
ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, EROS,
attendants on Cleopatra. SCARUS,
friends of Antony. A Soothsayer. A Clown.
CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt.
Octavia, sister to Casar, and wife to Antony. AGRIPPA,
CHARMIAN, attendants on Cleopatra. DOLABELLA,
friends of Casar.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other MENAS,
friends of Pompey. VARRIUS,
SCENE, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire.
SCENE I.-- Alexandria. A room in CLEOPA- | The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper ;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
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.
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.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
[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.
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!
Ant. I inust with baste from hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : For the main soldier ; whose quality, going on,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
, catching but the least noise of this, dies
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and
Cleo. Where is he?
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
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross hiin
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-
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purand the case to be lamented: this grief is crown
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant. What's the matter?
Let our officers 'Would she had never given you leave to come
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,-
Cleo. O, never was there queen
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,
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,
Which break themselves in swearing!
Ant. Most sweet queen,
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:
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,
Ant. But that your royalty
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.
[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
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,
Lep. I must not think, there are
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;