ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Scene
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
- Scene I Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
- Scene II Alexandria. A room in the monument.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

MARK ANTONY OCTAVIUS CAESAR M. AEMILIUS LEPIDUS (LEPIDUS:)	\| \| \| triumvirs. \| \| \|
SEXTUS POMPEIUS	(POMPEY:)
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS VENTIDIUS EROS SCARUS DERCETAS DEMETRIUS PHILO	\| \| \| \| \| \| \| friends to Antony. \| \| \| \| \| \|
MECAENAS AGRIPPA DOLABELLA PROCULEIUS THYREUS GALLUS MENAS	\| \| \| \| \| \| \| friends to Caesar. \| \| \| \| \| \|
MENECRATES VARRIUS	\| \| friends to Pompey. \|
TAURUS	lieutenant-general to Caesar.
CANIDIUS	lieutenant-general to Antony.
SILIUS	an officer in Ventidius's army.
EUPHRONIUS	an ambassador from Antony to Caesar.
ALEXAS MARDIAN a Eunuch. SELEUCUS DIOMEDES	\| \| \| \| attendants on Cleopatra. \| \| \|
	A Soothsayer. (Soothsayer:)
	A Clown. (Clown:)
CLEOPATRA	queen of Egypt.
OCTAVIA	sister to Caesar and wife to Antony.
CHARMIAN IRAS	\| \| attendants on Cleopatra. \|
	Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. (First Officer:) (Second Officer:) (Third Officer:) (Messenger:) (Second Messenger:) (First Servant:) (Second Servant:) (Egyptian:) (Guard:) (First Guard:) (Second Guard:) (Attendant:) (First Attendant:) (Second Attendant:)

Scene

In several parts of the Roman empire.

Act I

Scene I Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO]
PHILO	Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust.
	[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her]
	Look, where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him. The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
CLEOPATRA	If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
MARK ANTONY	There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
CLEOPATRA	I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
MARK ANTONY	Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
	[Enter an Attendant]
Attendant	News, my good lord, from Rome.
MARK ANTONY	Grates me: the sum.
CLEOPATRA	Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
MARK ANTONY	How, my love!
CLEOPATRA	Perchance! nay, and most like: You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
MARK ANTONY	Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
	[Embracing]
	And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.
CLEOPATRA	Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Will be himself.
MARK ANTONY	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?
CLEOPATRA	Hear the ambassadors.
MARK ANTONY	Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! No messenger, but thine; and all alone To-night we'll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
	[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with their train]
DEMETRIUS	Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
PHILO	Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony.
DEMETRIUS	I am full sorry That he approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
	[Exeunt]

Scene II The same. Another room.

	[Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer]
CHARMIAN	Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns with garlands!
ALEXAS	Soothsayer!
Soothsayer	Your will?
CHARMIAN	Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
Soothsayer	In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
ALEXAS	Show him your hand.
	[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough Cleopatra's health to drink.
CHARMIAN	Good sir, give me good fortune.
Soothsayer	I make not, but foresee.
CHARMIAN	Pray, then, foresee me one.
Soothsayer	You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
CHARMIAN	He means in flesh.
IRAS	No, you shall paint when you are old.
CHARMIAN	Wrinkles forbid!
ALEXAS	Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
CHARMIAN	Hush!
Soothsayer	You shall be more beloving than beloved.
CHARMIAN	I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
ALEXAS	Nay, hear him.
CHARMIAN	Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
Soothsayer	You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
CHARMIAN	O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Soothsayer	You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach.
CHARMIAN	Then belike my children shall have no names: prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
Soothsayer	If every of your wishes had a womb. And fertile every wish, a million.
CHARMIAN	Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
ALEXAS	You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
CHARMIAN	Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
ALEXAS	We'll know all our fortunes.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be--drunk to bed.
IRAS	There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
CHARMIAN	E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
IRAS	Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
CHARMIAN	Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Soothsayer	Your fortunes are alike.
IRAS	But how, but how? give me particulars.
Soothsayer	I have said.
IRAS	Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
CHARMIAN	Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?
IRAS	Not in my husband's nose.
CHARMIAN	Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,--come, his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
IRAS	Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heartbreaking 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!
CHARMIAN	Amen.
ALEXAS	Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'ld do't!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Hush! here comes Antony.
CHARMIAN	Not he; the queen.
	[Enter CLEOPATRA]
CLEOPATRA	Saw you my lord?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	No, lady.
CLEOPATRA	Was he not here?
CHARMIAN	No, madam.
CLEOPATRA	He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Madam?
CLEOPATRA	Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
ALEXAS	Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
CLEOPATRA	We will not look upon him: go with us.
	[Exeunt]
	[Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants]
Messenger	Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
MARK ANTONY	Against my brother Lucius?
Messenger	Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar; Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Upon the first encounter, drave them.
MARK ANTONY	Well, what worst?
Messenger	The nature of bad news infects the teller.
MARK ANTONY	When it concerns the fool or coward. On: Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus: Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd.
Messenger	Labienus-- This is stiff news--hath, with his Parthian force, Extended Asia from Euphrates; His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia and to Ionia; Whilst--
MARK ANTONY	Antony, thou wouldst say,--
Messenger	O, my lord!
MARK ANTONY	Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue: Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults With such full licence as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
Messenger	At your noble pleasure.
	[Exit]
MARK ANTONY	From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
First Attendant	The man from Sicyon,--is there such an one?
Second Attendant	He stays upon your will.
MARK ANTONY	Let him appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage.
	[Enter another Messenger]
	What are you?
Second Messenger	Fulvia thy wife is dead.
MARK ANTONY	Where died she?
Second Messenger	In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears.
	[Gives a letter]
MARK ANTONY	Forbear me.
	[Exit Second Messenger]
	There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shoved 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! Enobarbus!
	[Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	What's your pleasure, sir?
MARK ANTONY	I must with haste from hence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
MARK ANTONY	I must be gone.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; 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.
MARK ANTONY	She is cunning past man's thought.
	[Exit ALEXAS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
MARK ANTONY	Would I had never seen her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel.
MARK ANTONY	Fulvia is dead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Sir?
MARK ANTONY	Fulvia is dead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Fulvia!
MARK ANTONY	Dead.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. 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 brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.
MARK ANTONY	The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
MARK ANTONY	No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen, And get her leave to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands The empire of the sea: our slippery people, Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I shall do't.
	[Exeunt]

Scene III The same. Another room.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
CLEOPATRA	Where is he?
CHARMIAN	I did not see him since.
CLEOPATRA	See where he is, who's with him, what he does: I did not send you: if you find him sad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
	[Exit ALEXAS]
CHARMIAN	Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him.
CLEOPATRA	What should I do, I do not?
CHARMIAN	In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
CLEOPATRA	Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
CHARMIAN	Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear: In time we hate that which we often fear. But here comes Antony.
	[Enter MARK ANTONY]
CLEOPATRA	I am sick and sullen.
MARK ANTONY	I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,--
CLEOPATRA	Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall: It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Will not sustain it.
MARK ANTONY	Now, my dearest queen,--
CLEOPATRA	Pray you, stand further from me.
MARK ANTONY	What's the matter?
CLEOPATRA	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: I have no power upon you; hers you are.
MARK ANTONY	The gods best know,--
CLEOPATRA	O, never was there queen So mightily betray'd! yet at the first I saw the treasons planted.
MARK ANTONY	Cleopatra,--
CLEOPATRA	Why should I think you can be mine and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing!
MARK ANTONY	Most sweet queen,--
CLEOPATRA	Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words: no going then; Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, But was a race of heaven: they are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar.
MARK ANTONY	How now, lady!
CLEOPATRA	I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt.
MARK ANTONY	Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile; but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: Equality of two domestic powers Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace, Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge By any desperate change: my more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going, Is Fulvia's death.
CLEOPATRA	Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
MARK ANTONY	She's dead, my queen: Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read The garboils she awaked; at the last, best: See when and where she died.
CLEOPATRA	O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
MARK ANTONY	Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, As you shall give the advice. By the fire That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war As thou affect'st.
CLEOPATRA	Cut my lace, Charmian, come; But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well, So Antony loves.
MARK ANTONY	My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial.
CLEOPATRA	So Fulvia told me. I prithee, turn aside and weep for her, Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling; and let it look Life perfect honour.
MARK ANTONY	You'll heat my blood: no more.
CLEOPATRA	You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
MARK ANTONY	Now, by my sword,--
CLEOPATRA	And target. Still he mends; But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe.
MARK ANTONY	I'll leave you, lady.
CLEOPATRA	Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it; That you know well: something it is I would, O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.
MARK ANTONY	But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself.
CLEOPATRA	'Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly. And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Sit laurel victory! and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet!
MARK ANTONY	Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!
	[Exeunt]

Scene IV Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS, and their Train]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate Our great competitor: from Alexandria This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow.
LEPIDUS	I must not think there are Evils enow to darken all his goodness: His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Than what he chooses.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes him,-- As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish,--yet must Antony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't: but to confound such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own state and ours,--'tis to be chid As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment.
	[Enter a Messenger]
LEPIDUS	Here's more news.
Messenger	Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; And it appears he is beloved of those That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wrong'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I should have known no less. It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Messenger	Caesar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on: and all this-- It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek So much as lank'd not.
LEPIDUS	'Tis pity of him.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end Assemble we immediate council: Pompey Thrives in our idleness.
LEPIDUS	To-morrow, Caesar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell.
LEPIDUS	Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Doubt not, sir; I knew it for my bond.
	[Exeunt]

Scene V Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]
CLEOPATRA	Charmian!
CHARMIAN	Madam?
CLEOPATRA	Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora.
CHARMIAN	Why, madam?
CLEOPATRA	That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away.
CHARMIAN	You think of him too much.
CLEOPATRA	O, 'tis treason!
CHARMIAN	Madam, I trust, not so.
CLEOPATRA	Thou, eunuch Mardian!
MARDIAN	What's your highness' pleasure?
CLEOPATRA	Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee, That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
MARDIAN	Yes, gracious madam.
CLEOPATRA	Indeed!
MARDIAN	Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done: Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars.
CLEOPATRA	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 movest? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men. He's speaking now, Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' For so he calls me: now I feed myself With most delicious poison. Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life.
	[Enter ALEXAS, from OCTAVIUS CAESAR]
ALEXAS	Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
CLEOPATRA	How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
ALEXAS	Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd,--the last of many doubled kisses,-- This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
CLEOPATRA	Mine ear must pluck it thence.
ALEXAS	'Good friend,' quoth he, 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded, And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him.
CLEOPATRA	What, was he sad or merry?
ALEXAS	Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
CLEOPATRA	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: O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
ALEXAS	Ay, madam, twenty several messengers: Why do you send so thick?
CLEOPATRA	Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, Ever love Caesar so?
CHARMIAN	O that brave Caesar!
CLEOPATRA	Be choked with such another emphasis! Say, the brave Antony.
CHARMIAN	The valiant Caesar!
CLEOPATRA	By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Caesar paragon again My man of men.
CHARMIAN	By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you.
CLEOPATRA	My salad days, When I was green in judgment: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
	[Exeunt]

Act II

Scene I Messina. POMPEY's house.

	[Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, in warlike manner]
POMPEY	If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men.
MENECRATES	Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny.
POMPEY	Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for.
MENECRATES	We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
POMPEY	I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine; My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Nor either cares for him.
MENAS	Caesar and Lepidus Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
POMPEY	Where have you this? 'tis false.
MENAS	From Silvius, sir.
POMPEY	He dreams: I know they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour Even till a Lethe'd dulness!
	[Enter VARRIUS]
	How now, Varrius!
VARRIUS	This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis A space for further travel.
POMPEY	I could have given less matter A better ear. Menas, I did not think This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm For such a petty war: his soldiership Is twice the other twain: but let us rear The higher our opinion, that our stirring Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony.
MENAS	I cannot hope Caesar and Antony shall well greet together: His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar; His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, Not moved by Antony.
POMPEY	I know not, Menas, How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Were't not that we stand up against them all, 'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves; For they have entertained cause enough To draw their swords: but how the fear of us May cement their divisions and bind up The petty difference, we yet not know. Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. Come, Menas.
	[Exeunt]

Scene II Rome. The house of LEPIDUS.

	[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS]
LEPIDUS	Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I shall entreat him To answer like himself: if Caesar move him, Let Antony look over Caesar's head And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, I would not shave't to-day.
LEPIDUS	'Tis not a time For private stomaching.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in't.
LEPIDUS	But small to greater matters must give way.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Not if the small come first.
LEPIDUS	Your speech is passion: But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes The noble Antony.
	[Enter MARK ANTONY and VENTIDIUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	And yonder, Caesar.
	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA]
MARK ANTONY	If we compose well here, to Parthia: Hark, Ventidius.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I do not know, Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
LEPIDUS	Noble friends, That which combined us was most great, and let not A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, May it be gently heard: when we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners, The rather, for I earnestly beseech, Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness grow to the matter.
MARK ANTONY	'Tis spoken well. Were we before our armies, and to fight. I should do thus.
	[Flourish]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Welcome to Rome.
MARK ANTONY	Thank you.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Sit.
MARK ANTONY	Sit, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Nay, then.
MARK ANTONY	I learn, you take things ill which are not so, Or being, concern you not.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I must be laugh'd at, If, or for nothing or a little, I Should say myself offended, and with you Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should Once name you derogately, when to sound your name It not concern'd me.
MARK ANTONY	My being in Egypt, Caesar, What was't to you?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	No more than my residing here 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.
MARK ANTONY	How intend you, practised?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You may be pleased to catch at mine intent By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother Made wars upon me; and their contestation Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
MARK ANTONY	You do mistake your business; my brother never Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it; And have my learning from some true reports, That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours; And make the wars alike against my stomach, Having alike your cause? Of this my letters Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, As matter whole you have not to make it with, It must not be with this.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You praise yourself By laying defects of judgment to me; but You patch'd up your excuses.
MARK ANTONY	Not so, not so; I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, Very necessity of this thought, that I, Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, I would you had her spirit in such another: The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!
MARK ANTONY	So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar Made out of her impatience, which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant Did you too much disquiet: for that you must But say, I could not help it.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I wrote to you When rioting in Alexandria; you Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts Did gibe my missive out of audience.
MARK ANTONY	Sir, He fell upon me ere admitted: then Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want Of what I was i' the morning: but next day I told him of myself; which was as much As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow Be nothing of our strife; if we contend, Out of our question wipe him.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You have broken The article of your oath; which you shall never Have tongue to charge me with.
LEPIDUS	Soft, Caesar!
MARK ANTONY	No, Lepidus, let him speak: The honour is sacred which he talks on now, Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar; The article of my oath.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	To lend me arms and aid when I required them; The which you both denied.
MARK ANTONY	Neglected, rather; And then when poison'd hours had bound me up From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, To have me out of Egypt, made wars here; For which myself, the ignorant motive, do So far ask pardon as befits mine honour To stoop in such a case.
LEPIDUS	'Tis noble spoken.
MECAENAS	If it might please you, to enforce no further The griefs between ye: to forget them quite Were to remember that the present need Speaks to atone you.
LEPIDUS	Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
MARK ANTONY	Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
MARK ANTONY	You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Go to, then; your considerate stone.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech; for't cannot be We shall remain in friendship, our conditions So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge O' the world I would pursue it.
AGRIPPA	Give me leave, Caesar,--
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Speak, Agrippa.
AGRIPPA	Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony Is now a widower.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Say not so, Agrippa: If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof Were well deserved of rashness.
MARK ANTONY	I am not married, Caesar: let me hear Agrippa further speak.
AGRIPPA	To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts With an unslipping knot, take Antony Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men; Whose virtue and whose general graces speak That which none else can utter. By this marriage, All little jealousies, which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing: truths would be tales, Where now half tales be truths: her love to both Would, each to other and all loves to both, Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, By duty ruminated.
MARK ANTONY	Will Caesar speak?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already.
MARK ANTONY	What power is in Agrippa, If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,' To make this good?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	The power of Caesar, and His power unto Octavia.
MARK ANTONY	May I never To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand: Further this act of grace: and from this hour The heart of brothers govern in our loves And sway our great designs!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	There is my hand. A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother Did ever love so dearly: let her live To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never Fly off our loves again!
LEPIDUS	Happily, amen!
MARK ANTONY	I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey; For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late upon me: I must thank him only, Lest my remembrance suffer ill report; At heel of that, defy him.
LEPIDUS	Time calls upon's: Of us must Pompey presently be sought, Or else he seeks out us.
MARK ANTONY	Where lies he?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	About the mount Misenum.
MARK ANTONY	What is his strength by land?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Great and increasing: but by sea He is an absolute master.
MARK ANTONY	So is the fame. Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it: Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we The business we have talk'd of.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	With most gladness: And do invite you to my sister's view, Whither straight I'll lead you.
MARK ANTONY	Let us, Lepidus, Not lack your company.
LEPIDUS	Noble Antony, Not sickness should detain me.
	[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, and LEPIDUS]
MECAENAS	Welcome from Egypt, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My honourable friend, Agrippa!
AGRIPPA	Good Enobarbus!
MECAENAS	We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.
MECAENAS	Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; is this true?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
MECAENAS	She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
AGRIPPA	There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion--cloth-of-gold of tissue-- O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did.
AGRIPPA	O, rare for Antony!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings: at the helm A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
AGRIPPA	Rare Egyptian!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, Invited her to supper: she replied, It should be better he became her guest; Which she entreated: our courteous Antony, Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard speak, Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast, And for his ordinary pays his heart For what his eyes eat only.
AGRIPPA	Royal wench! She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed: He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street; And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth.
MECAENAS	Now Antony must leave her utterly.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies; for vilest things Become themselves in her: that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
MECAENAS	If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him.
AGRIPPA	Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Humbly, sir, I thank you.
	[Exeunt]

Scene III The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between them, and Attendants]
MARK ANTONY	The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom.
OCTAVIA	All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you.
MARK ANTONY	Good night, sir. My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. Good night, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Good night.
	[Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and OCTAVIA]
	[Enter Soothsayer]
MARK ANTONY	Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?
Soothsayer	Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!
MARK ANTONY	If you can, your reason?
Soothsayer	I see it in My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet Hie you to Egypt again.
MARK ANTONY	Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?
Soothsayer	Caesar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Make space enough between you.
MARK ANTONY	Speak this no more.
Soothsayer	To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble.
MARK ANTONY	Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
	[Exit Soothsayer]
	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 Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; His cocks do win the battle still of mine, When it is all to nought; and his quails ever Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt: And though I make this marriage for my peace, I' the east my pleasure lies.
	[Enter VENTIDIUS]
	O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; Follow me, and receive't.
	[Exeunt]

Scene IV The same. A street.

	[Enter LEPIDUS, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA]
LEPIDUS	Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after.
AGRIPPA	Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
LEPIDUS	Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell.
MECAENAS	We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount Before you, Lepidus.
LEPIDUS	Your way is shorter; My purposes do draw me much about: You'll win two days upon me.
MECAENAS AGRIPPA	\| \| Sir, good success! \|
LEPIDUS	Farewell.
	[Exeunt]

Scene V Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
CLEOPATRA	Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
Attendants	The music, ho!
	[Enter MARDIAN]
CLEOPATRA	Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian.
CHARMIAN	My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
CLEOPATRA	As well a woman with an eunuch play'd As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
MARDIAN	As well as I can, madam.
CLEOPATRA	And when good will is show'd, though't come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.'
CHARMIAN	'Twas merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
CLEOPATRA	That time,--O times!-- I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst I wore his sword Philippan.
	[Enter a Messenger]
	O, from Italy Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren.
Messenger	Madam, madam,--
CLEOPATRA	Antonius dead!--If thou say so, villain, Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free, If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
Messenger	First, madam, he is well.
CLEOPATRA	Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark, we use To say the dead are well: bring it to that, The gold I give thee will I melt and pour Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Messenger	Good madam, hear me.
CLEOPATRA	Well, go to, I will; But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony Be free and healthful,--so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings! If not well, Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes, Not like a formal man.
Messenger	Will't please you hear me?
CLEOPATRA	I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st: Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him, I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee.
Messenger	Madam, he's well.
CLEOPATRA	Well said.
Messenger	And friends with Caesar.
CLEOPATRA	Thou'rt an honest man.
Messenger	Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
CLEOPATRA	Make thee a fortune from me.
Messenger	But yet, madam,--
CLEOPATRA	I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'! 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar: In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
Messenger	Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia.
CLEOPATRA	For what good turn?
Messenger	For the best turn i' the bed.
CLEOPATRA	I am pale, Charmian.
Messenger	Madam, he's married to Octavia.
CLEOPATRA	The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
	[Strikes him down]
Messenger	Good madam, patience.
CLEOPATRA	What say you? Hence,
	[Strikes him again]
	Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
	[She hales him up and down]
	Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle.
Messenger	Gracious madam, I that do bring the news made not the match.
CLEOPATRA	Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg.
Messenger	He's married, madam.
CLEOPATRA	Rogue, thou hast lived too long.
	[Draws a knife]
Messenger	Nay, then I'll run. What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
	[Exit]
CHARMIAN	Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: The man is innocent.
CLEOPATRA	Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again: Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.
CHARMIAN	He is afeard to come.
CLEOPATRA	I will not hurt him.
	[Exit CHARMIAN]
	These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself; since I myself Have given myself the cause.
	[Re-enter CHARMIAN and Messenger]
	Come hither, sir. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious message. An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.
Messenger	I have done my duty.
CLEOPATRA	Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say 'Yes.'
Messenger	He's married, madam.
CLEOPATRA	The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
Messenger	Should I lie, madam?
CLEOPATRA	O, I would thou didst, So half my Egypt were submerged and made A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence: Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
Messenger	I crave your highness' pardon.
CLEOPATRA	He is married?
Messenger	Take no offence that I would not offend you: To punish me for what you make me do. Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia.
CLEOPATRA	O, that his fault should make a knave of thee, That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em!
	[Exit Messenger]
CHARMIAN	Good your highness, patience.
CLEOPATRA	In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
CHARMIAN	Many times, madam.
CLEOPATRA	I am paid for't now. Lead me from hence: I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter. Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him Report the feature of Octavia, her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
	[Exit ALEXAS]
	Let him for ever go:--let him not--Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
	[To MARDIAN]
	Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
	[Exeunt]

Scene VI Near Misenum.

	[Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door, with drum and trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS, with Soldiers marching]
POMPEY	Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Most meet That first we come to words; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent; Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword, And carry back to Sicily much tall youth That else must perish here.
POMPEY	To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, Chief factors for the gods, I do not know Wherefore my father should revengers want, Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar, Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, There saw you labouring for him. What was't That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus, With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom, To drench the Capitol; but that they would Have one man but a man? And that is it Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome Cast on my noble father.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Take your time.
MARK ANTONY	Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails; We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee.
POMPEY	At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou mayst.
LEPIDUS	Be pleased to tell us-- For this is from the present--how you take The offers we have sent you.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	There's the point.
MARK ANTONY	Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embraced.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	And what may follow, To try a larger fortune.
POMPEY	You have made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back Our targes undinted.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR MARK ANTONY LEPIDUS	\| \| \| That's our offer. \| \|
POMPEY	Know, then, I came before you here a man prepared To take this offer: but Mark Antony Put me to some impatience: though I lose The praise of it by telling, you must know, When Caesar and your brother were at blows, Your mother came to Sicily and did find Her welcome friendly.
MARK ANTONY	I have heard it, Pompey; And am well studied for a liberal thanks Which I do owe you.
POMPEY	Let me have your hand: I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
MARK ANTONY	The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither; For I have gain'd by 't.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Since I saw you last, There is a change upon you.
POMPEY	Well, I know not What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face; But in my bosom shall she never come, To make my heart her vassal.
LEPIDUS	Well met here.
POMPEY	I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed: I crave our composition may be written, And seal'd between us.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	That's the next to do.
POMPEY	We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's Draw lots who shall begin.
MARK ANTONY	That will I, Pompey.
POMPEY	No, Antony, take the lot: but, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar Grew fat with feasting there.
MARK ANTONY	You have heard much.
POMPEY	I have fair meanings, sir.
MARK ANTONY	And fair words to them.
POMPEY	Then so much have I heard: And I have heard, Apollodorus carried--
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	No more of that: he did so.
POMPEY	What, I pray you?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
POMPEY	I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Well; And well am like to do; for, I perceive, Four feasts are toward.
POMPEY	Let me shake thy hand; I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight, When I have envied thy behavior.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Sir, I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye, When you have well deserved ten times as much As I have said you did.
POMPEY	Enjoy thy plainness, It nothing ill becomes thee. Aboard my galley I invite you all: Will you lead, lords?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR MARK ANTONY LEPIDUS	\| \| \| Show us the way, sir. \| \|
POMPEY	Come.
	[Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS]
MENAS	[Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	At sea, I think.
MENAS	We have, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	You have done well by water.
MENAS	And you by land.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
MENAS	Nor what I have done by water.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
MENAS	And you by land.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.
MENAS	All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	But there is never a fair woman has a true face.
MENAS	No slander; they steal hearts.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	We came hither to fight with you.
MENAS	For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.
MENAS	You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Caesar's sister is called Octavia.
MENAS	True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.
MENAS	Pray ye, sir?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	'Tis true.
MENAS	Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.
MENAS	I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage than the love of the parties.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I think so too. But you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.
MENAS	Who would not have his wife so?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is: he married but his occasion here.
MENAS	And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.
MENAS	Come, let's away.
	[Exeunt]

Scene VII On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum.

	[Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet]
First Servant	Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world will blow them down.
Second Servant	Lepidus is high-coloured.
First Servant	They have made him drink alms-drink.
Second Servant	As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.
First Servant	But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.
Second Servant	Why, this is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service as a partisan I could not heave.
First Servant	To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
	[A sennet sounded. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY, AGRIPPA, MECAENAS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other captains]
MARK ANTONY	[To OCTAVIUS CAESAR] Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o' the Nile By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know, By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells, The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to harvest.
LEPIDUS	You've strange serpents there.
MARK ANTONY	Ay, Lepidus.
LEPIDUS	Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
MARK ANTONY	They are so.
POMPEY	Sit,--and some wine! A health to Lepidus!
LEPIDUS	I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
LEPIDUS	Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that.
MENAS	[Aside to POMPEY] Pompey, a word.
POMPEY	[Aside to MENAS] Say in mine ear: what is't?
MENAS	[Aside to POMPEY] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain, And hear me speak a word.
POMPEY	[Aside to MENAS] Forbear me till anon. This wine for Lepidus!
LEPIDUS	What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
MARK ANTONY	It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.
LEPIDUS	What colour is it of?
MARK ANTONY	Of it own colour too.
LEPIDUS	'Tis a strange serpent.
MARK ANTONY	'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Will this description satisfy him?
MARK ANTONY	With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure.
POMPEY	[Aside to MENAS] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away! Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?
MENAS	[Aside to POMPEY] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool.
POMPEY	[Aside to MENAS] I think thou'rt mad. The matter?
	[Rises, and walks aside]
MENAS	I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
POMPEY	Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say? Be jolly, lords.
MARK ANTONY	These quick-sands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink.
MENAS	Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
POMPEY	What say'st thou?
MENAS	Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
POMPEY	How should that be?
MENAS	But entertain it, And, though thou think me poor, I am the man Will give thee all the world.
POMPEY	Hast thou drunk well?
MENAS	Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove: Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
POMPEY	Show me which way.
MENAS	These three world-sharers, these competitors, Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable; And, when we are put off, fall to their throats: All there is thine.
POMPEY	Ah, this thou shouldst have done, And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany; In thee't had been good service. Thou must know, 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown, I should have found it afterwards well done; But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
MENAS	[Aside] For this, I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
POMPEY	This health to Lepidus!
MARK ANTONY	Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Here's to thee, Menas!
MENAS	Enobarbus, welcome!
POMPEY	Fill till the cup be hid.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	There's a strong fellow, Menas.
	[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS]
MENAS	Why?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st not?
MENAS	The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all, That it might go on wheels!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Drink thou; increase the reels.
MENAS	Come.
POMPEY	This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
MARK ANTONY	It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho? Here is to Caesar!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I could well forbear't. It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, And it grows fouler.
MARK ANTONY	Be a child o' the time.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Possess it, I'll make answer: But I had rather fast from all four days Than drink so much in one.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Ha, my brave emperor!
	[To MARK ANTONY]
	Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, And celebrate our drink?
POMPEY	Let's ha't, good soldier.
MARK ANTONY	Come, let's all take hands, Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense In soft and delicate Lethe.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	All take hands. Make battery to our ears with the loud music: The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing; The holding every man shall bear as loud As his strong sides can volley.
	[Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand] THE SONG.
	Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! In thy fats our cares be drown'd, With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd: Cup us, till the world go round, Cup us, till the world go round!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part; You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night. Good Antony, your hand.
POMPEY	I'll try you on the shore.
MARK ANTONY	And shall, sir; give's your hand.
POMPEY	O Antony, You have my father's house,--But, what? we are friends. Come, down into the boat.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Take heed you fall not.
	[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS]
	Menas, I'll not on shore.
MENAS	No, to my cabin. These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
	[Sound a flourish, with drums]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Ho! says a' There's my cap.
MENAS	Ho! Noble captain, come.
	[Exeunt]

Act III

Scene I A plain in Syria.

	[Enter VENTIDIUS as it were in triumph, with SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him]
VENTIDIUS	Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
SILIUS	Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and Put garlands on thy head.
VENTIDIUS	O Silius, Silius, I have done enough; a lower place, note well, May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius; Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person: Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish.
SILIUS	Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony!
VENTIDIUS	I'll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o' the field.
SILIUS	Where is he now?
VENTIDIUS	He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with's will permit, We shall appear before him. On there; pass along!
	[Exeunt]

Scene II Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

	[Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS at another]
AGRIPPA	What, are the brothers parted?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness.
AGRIPPA	'Tis a noble Lepidus.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
AGRIPPA	Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
AGRIPPA	What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
AGRIPPA	O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.
AGRIPPA	Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony: Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho! His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
AGRIPPA	Both he loves.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	They are his shards, and he their beetle.
	[Trumpets within] So; This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
AGRIPPA	Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA]
MARK ANTONY	No further, sir.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue, which is set Betwixt us as the cement of our love, To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it; for better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish'd.
MARK ANTONY	Make me not offended In your distrust.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I have said.
MARK ANTONY	You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
OCTAVIA	My noble brother!
MARK ANTONY	The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
OCTAVIA	Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	What, Octavia?
OCTAVIA	I'll tell you in your ear.
MARK ANTONY	Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?
AGRIPPA	[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in 's face.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man.
AGRIPPA	[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus, When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wail'd, Believe't, till I wept too.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you.
MARK ANTONY	Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Adieu; be happy!
LEPIDUS	Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Farewell, farewell!
	[Kisses OCTAVIA]
MARK ANTONY	Farewell!
	[Trumpets sound. Exeunt]

Scene III Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
CLEOPATRA	Where is the fellow?
ALEXAS	Half afeard to come.
CLEOPATRA	Go to, go to.
	[Enter the Messenger as before]
	Come hither, sir.
ALEXAS	Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you But when you are well pleased.
CLEOPATRA	That Herod's head I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.
Messenger	Most gracious majesty,--
CLEOPATRA	Didst thou behold Octavia?
Messenger	Ay, dread queen.
CLEOPATRA	Where?
Messenger	Madam, in Rome; I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony.
CLEOPATRA	Is she as tall as me?
Messenger	She is not, madam.
CLEOPATRA	Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low?
Messenger	Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.
CLEOPATRA	That's not so good: he cannot like her long.
CHARMIAN	Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
CLEOPATRA	I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
Messenger	She creeps: Her motion and her station are as one; She shows a body rather than a life, A statue than a breather.
CLEOPATRA	Is this certain?
Messenger	Or I have no observance.
CHARMIAN	Three in Egypt Cannot make better note.
CLEOPATRA	He's very knowing; I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgment.
CHARMIAN	Excellent.
CLEOPATRA	Guess at her years, I prithee.
Messenger	Madam, She was a widow,--
CLEOPATRA	Widow! Charmian, hark.
Messenger	And I do think she's thirty.
CLEOPATRA	Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
Messenger	Round even to faultiness.
CLEOPATRA	For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour?
Messenger	Brown, madam: and her forehead As low as she would wish it.
CLEOPATRA	There's gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: go make thee ready; Our letters are prepared.
	[Exit Messenger]
CHARMIAN	A proper man.
CLEOPATRA	Indeed, he is so: I repent me much That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.
CHARMIAN	Nothing, madam.
CLEOPATRA	The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
CHARMIAN	Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long!
CLEOPATRA	I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian: But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write. All may be well enough.
CHARMIAN	I warrant you, madam.
	[Exeunt]

Scene IV Athens. A room in MARK ANTONY's house.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA]
MARK ANTONY	Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-- That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import,--but he hath waged New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it To public ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: When the best hint was given him, he not took't, Or did it from his teeth.
OCTAVIA	O my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts: The good gods me presently, When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!' Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, 'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway 'Twixt these extremes at all.
MARK ANTONY	Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours.
OCTAVIA	Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.
MARK ANTONY	When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to.
	[Exeunt]

Scene V The same. Another room.

	[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	How now, friend Eros!
EROS	There's strange news come, sir.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	What, man?
EROS	Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	This is old: what is the success?
EROS	Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; 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; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
EROS	He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool Lepidus!' And threats the throat of that his officer That murder'd Pompey.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Our great navy's rigg'd.
EROS	For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news I might have told hereafter.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	'Twill be naught: But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROS	Come, sir.
	[Exeunt]

Scene VI Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more, In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't: I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat Caesarion, whom they call my father's son, And all the unlawful issue that their lust Since then hath made between them. Unto her He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, Absolute queen.
MECAENAS	This in the public eye?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I' the common show-place, where they exercise. His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia. He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she In the habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, so.
MECAENAS	Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
AGRIPPA	Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	The people know it; and have now received His accusations.
AGRIPPA	Who does he accuse?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Caesar: and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain All his revenue.
AGRIPPA	Sir, this should be answer'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abused, And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd, I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I Demand the like.
MECAENAS	He'll never yield to that.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
	[Enter OCTAVIA with her train]
OCTAVIA	Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	That ever I should call thee castaway!
OCTAVIA	You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not Like Caesar'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 Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Raised by your populous troops: but you are come A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unloved; we should have met you By sea and land; supplying every stage With an augmented greeting.
OCTAVIA	Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony, Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd His pardon for return.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Which soon he granted, Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
OCTAVIA	Do not say so, my lord.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now?
OCTAVIA	My lord, in Athens.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus, Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont; Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas, The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, With a more larger list of sceptres.
OCTAVIA	Ay me, most wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends That do afflict each other!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Welcome hither: Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart; Be you not troubled with the time, which drives O'er your content these strong necessities; But let determined things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Nothing more dear to me. You are abused Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort; And ever welcome to us.
AGRIPPA	Welcome, lady.
MECAENAS	Welcome, dear madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Only the adulterous Antony, most large In his abominations, turns you off; And gives his potent regiment to a trull, That noises it against us.
OCTAVIA	Is it so, sir?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you, Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!
	[Exeunt]

Scene VII Near Actium. MARK ANTONY's camp.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
CLEOPATRA	I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	But why, why, why?
CLEOPATRA	Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, And say'st it is not fit.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Well, is it, is it?
CLEOPATRA	If not denounced against us, why should not we Be there in person?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] Well, I could reply: If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear A soldier and his horse.
CLEOPATRA	What is't you say?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What should not then be spared. He is already Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war.
CLEOPATRA	Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there for a man. Speak not against it: I will not stay behind.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Nay, I have done. Here comes the emperor.
	[Enter MARK ANTONY and CANIDIUS]
MARK ANTONY	Is it not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
CLEOPATRA	Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent.
MARK ANTONY	A good rebuke, Which might have well becomed the best of men, To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea.
CLEOPATRA	By sea! what else?
CANIDIUS	Why will my lord do so?
MARK ANTONY	For that he dares us to't.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
CANIDIUS	Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia. Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers, Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off; And so should you.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Your ships are not well mann'd; Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepared for land.
MARK ANTONY	By sea, by sea.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego The way which promises assurance; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security.
MARK ANTONY	I'll fight at sea.
CLEOPATRA	I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
MARK ANTONY	Our overplus of shipping will we burn; And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail, We then can do't at land.
	[Enter a Messenger]
	Thy business?
Messenger	The news is true, my lord; he is descried; Caesar has taken Toryne.
MARK ANTONY	Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible; Strange that power should be. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship: Away, my Thetis!
	[Enter a Soldier]
	How now, worthy soldier?
Soldier	O noble emperor, do not fight by sea; Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we Have used to conquer, standing on the earth, And fighting foot to foot.
MARK ANTONY	Well, well: away!
	[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, QUEEN CLEOPATRA, and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
Soldier	By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
CANIDIUS	Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows Not in the power on't: so our leader's led, And we are women's men.
Soldier	You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
CANIDIUS	Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius, Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea: But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's Carries beyond belief.
Soldier	While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions as Beguiled all spies.
CANIDIUS	Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
Soldier	They say, one Taurus.
CANIDIUS	Well I know the man.
	[Enter a Messenger]
Messenger	The emperor calls Canidius.
CANIDIUS	With news the time's with labour, and throes forth, Each minute, some.
	[Exeunt]

Scene VIII A plain near Actium.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and TAURUS, with his army, marching]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Taurus!
TAURUS	My lord?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle, Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies Upon this jump.
	[Exeunt]

Scene IX Another part of the plain.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
MARK ANTONY	Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill, In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, And so proceed accordingly.
	[Exeunt]

Scene X Another part of the plain.

	[CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of OCTAVIUS CAESAR, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight]
	[Alarum. Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted.
	[Enter SCARUS]
SCARUS	Gods and goddesses, All the whole synod of them!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	What's thy passion!
SCARUS	The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	How appears the fight?
SCARUS	On our side like the token'd pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,-- Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails and flies.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Endure a further view.
SCARUS	She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard, Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: I never saw an action of such shame; Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Did violate so itself.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Alack, alack!
	[Enter CANIDIUS]
CANIDIUS	Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: O, he has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night indeed.
CANIDIUS	Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
SCARUS	'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes.
CANIDIUS	To Caesar will I render My legions and my horse: six kings already Show me the way of yielding.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.
	[Exeunt]

Scene XI Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY with Attendants]
MARK ANTONY	Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't; It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither: I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Caesar.
All	Fly! not we.
MARK ANTONY	I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone; I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O, I follow'd that I blush to look upon: My very hairs do mutiny; for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you shall Have letters from me to some friends that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint Which my despair proclaims; let that be left Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway: I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now: Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command, Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by.
	[Sits down]
	[Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS following]
EROS	Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
IRAS	Do, most dear queen.
CHARMIAN	Do! why: what else?
CLEOPATRA	Let me sit down. O Juno!
MARK ANTONY	No, no, no, no, no.
EROS	See you here, sir?
MARK ANTONY	O fie, fie, fie!
CHARMIAN	Madam!
IRAS	Madam, O good empress!
EROS	Sir, sir,--
MARK ANTONY	Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had In the brave squares of war: yet now--No matter.
CLEOPATRA	Ah, stand by.
EROS	The queen, my lord, the queen.
IRAS	Go to him, madam, speak to him: He is unqualitied with very shame.
CLEOPATRA	Well then, sustain him: O!
EROS	Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches: Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
MARK ANTONY	I have offended reputation, A most unnoble swerving.
EROS	Sir, the queen.
MARK ANTONY	O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour.
CLEOPATRA	O my lord, my lord, Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought You would have follow'd.
MARK ANTONY	Egypt, thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me.
CLEOPATRA	O, my pardon!
MARK ANTONY	Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness; who With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased, Making and marring fortunes. You did know How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would Obey it on all cause.
CLEOPATRA	Pardon, pardon!
MARK ANTONY	Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates All that is won and lost: give me a kiss; Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster; Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead. Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
	[Exeunt]

Scene XII Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him?
DOLABELLA	Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion off his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by.
	[Enter EUPHRONIUS, ambassador from MARK ANTONY]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Approach, and speak.
EUPHRONIUS	Such as I am, I come from Antony: I was of late as petty to his ends As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf To his grand sea.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Be't so: declare thine office.
EUPHRONIUS	Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, He lessens his requests; and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: this for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness; Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	For Antony, I have no ears to his request. The queen Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, Or take his life there: this if she perform, She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
EUPHRONIUS	Fortune pursue thee!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Bring him through the bands.
	[Exit EUPHRONIUS]
	[To THYREUS] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, And in our name, what she requires; add more, From thine invention, offers: women are not In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.
THYREUS	Caesar, I go.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves.
THYREUS	Caesar, I shall.
	[Exeunt]

Scene XIII Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS]
CLEOPATRA	What shall we do, Enobarbus?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Think, and die.
CLEOPATRA	Is Antony or we in fault for this?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world opposed, he being The meered question: 'twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.
CLEOPATRA	Prithee, peace.
	[Enter MARK ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador]
MARK ANTONY	Is that his answer?
EUPHRONIUS	Ay, my lord.
MARK ANTONY	The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up.
EUPHRONIUS	He says so.
MARK ANTONY	Let her know't. To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities.
CLEOPATRA	That head, my lord?
MARK ANTONY	To him again: tell him he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declined, sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
	[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show, Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued His judgment too.
	[Enter an Attendant]
Attendant	A messenger from CAESAR.
CLEOPATRA	What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
	[Exit Attendant]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer And earns a place i' the story.
	[Enter THYREUS]
CLEOPATRA	Caesar's will?
THYREUS	Hear it apart.
CLEOPATRA	None but friends: say boldly.
THYREUS	So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has; Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know, Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.
THYREUS	So. Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Caesar.
CLEOPATRA	Go on: right royal.
THYREUS	He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
CLEOPATRA	O!
THYREUS	The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved.
CLEOPATRA	He is a god, and knows What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] To be sure of that, I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee.
	[Exit]
THYREUS	Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desired to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits, To hear from me you had left Antony, And put yourself under his shrowd, The universal landlord.
CLEOPATRA	What's your name?
THYREUS	My name is Thyreus.
CLEOPATRA	Most kind messenger, Say to great Caesar this: in deputation I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel: Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt.
THYREUS	'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand.
CLEOPATRA	Your Caesar's father oft, When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.
	[Re-enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
MARK ANTONY	Favours, by Jove that thunders! What art thou, fellow?
THYREUS	One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] You will be whipp'd.
MARK ANTONY	Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods and devils! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!' Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet.
	[Enter Attendants]
	Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp Than with an old one dying.
MARK ANTONY	Moon and stars! Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here,--what's her name, Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
THYREUS	Mark Antony!
MARK ANTONY	Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall Bear us an errand to him.
	[Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS]
	You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders?
CLEOPATRA	Good my lord,--
MARK ANTONY	You have been a boggler ever: But when we in our viciousness grow hard-- O misery on't!--the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut To our confusion.
CLEOPATRA	O, is't come to this?
MARK ANTONY	I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
CLEOPATRA	Wherefore is this?
MARK ANTONY	To let a fellow that will take rewards And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The horned herd! for I have savage cause; And to proclaim it civilly, were like A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank For being yare about him.
	[Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS]
	Is he whipp'd?
First Attendant	Soundly, my lord.
MARK ANTONY	Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
First Attendant	He did ask favour.
MARK ANTONY	If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar, Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say He makes me angry with him; for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry; And at this time most easy 'tis to do't, When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou: Hence with thy stripes, begone!
	[Exit THYREUS]
CLEOPATRA	Have you done yet?
MARK ANTONY	Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!
CLEOPATRA	I must stay his time.
MARK ANTONY	To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?
CLEOPATRA	Not know me yet?
MARK ANTONY	Cold-hearted toward me?
CLEOPATRA	Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, And poison it in the source; and the first stone Drop in my neck: as it determines, so Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite! Till by degrees the memory of my womb, Together with my brave Egyptians all, By the discandying of this pelleted storm, Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile Have buried them for prey!
MARK ANTONY	I am satisfied. Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle: There's hope in't yet.
CLEOPATRA	That's my brave lord!
MARK ANTONY	I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me. Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more; Let's mock the midnight bell.
CLEOPATRA	It is my birth-day: I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
MARK ANTONY	We will yet do well.
CLEOPATRA	Call all his noble captains to my lord.
MARK ANTONY	Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.
	[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him.
	[Exit]

Act IV

Scene I Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge.
MECAENAS	Caesar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction: never anger Made good guard for itself.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight: within our files there are, Of those that served Mark Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in. See it done: And feast the army; we have store to do't, And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!
	[Exeunt]

Scene II Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others]
MARK ANTONY	He will not fight with me, Domitius.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	No.
MARK ANTONY	Why should he not?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.
MARK ANTONY	To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
MARK ANTONY	Well said; come on. Call forth my household servants: let's to-night Be bounteous at our meal.
	[Enter three or four Servitors]
	Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;-- Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well, And kings have been your fellows.
CLEOPATRA	[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind.
MARK ANTONY	And thou art honest too. I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clapp'd up together in An Antony, that I might do you service So good as you have done.
All	The gods forbid!
MARK ANTONY	Well, my good fellows, 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.
CLEOPATRA	[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	[Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep.
MARK ANTONY	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, I turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death: Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for't!
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame, Transform us not to women.
MARK ANTONY	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 burn this night with torches: know, my hearts, I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you Where rather I'll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come, And drown consideration.
	[Exeunt]

Scene III The same. Before the palace.

	[Enter two Soldiers to their guard]
First Soldier	Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
Second Soldier	It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
First Soldier	Nothing. What news?
Second Soldier	Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
First Soldier	Well, sir, good night.
	[Enter two other Soldiers]
Second Soldier	Soldiers, have careful watch.
Third Soldier	And you. Good night, good night.
	[They place themselves in every corner of the stage]
Fourth Soldier	Here we: and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up.
Third Soldier	'Tis a brave army, And full of purpose.
	[Music of the hautboys as under the stage]
Fourth Soldier	Peace! what noise?
First Soldier	List, list!
Second Soldier	Hark!
First Soldier	Music i' the air.
Third Soldier	Under the earth.
Fourth Soldier	It signs well, does it not?
Third Soldier	No.
First Soldier	Peace, I say! What should this mean?
Second Soldier	'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved, Now leaves him.
First Soldier	Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do?
	[They advance to another post]
Second Soldier	How now, masters!
All	[Speaking together] How now! How now! do you hear this?
First Soldier	Ay; is't not strange?
Third Soldier	Do you hear, masters? do you hear?
First Soldier	Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how it will give off.
All	Content. 'Tis strange.
	[Exeunt]

Scene IV The same. A room in the palace.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and others attending]
MARK ANTONY	Eros! mine armour, Eros!
CLEOPATRA	Sleep a little.
MARK ANTONY	No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
	[Enter EROS with armour]
	Come good fellow, put mine iron on: If fortune be not ours to-day, it is Because we brave her: come.
CLEOPATRA	Nay, I'll help too. What's this for?
MARK ANTONY	Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
CLEOPATRA	Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
MARK ANTONY	Well, well; We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow? Go put on thy defences.
EROS	Briefly, sir.
CLEOPATRA	Is not this buckled well?
MARK ANTONY	Rarely, rarely: He that unbuckles this, till we do please To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm. Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love, That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! thou shouldst see A workman in't.
	[Enter an armed Soldier]
	Good morrow to thee; welcome: Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight.
Soldier	A thousand, sir, Early though't be, have on their riveted trim, And at the port expect you.
	[Shout. Trumpets flourish]
	[Enter Captains and Soldiers]
Captain	The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
All	Good morrow, general.
MARK ANTONY	'Tis well blown, lads: This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
	[Kisses her]
	And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight, Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
	[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers]
CHARMIAN	Please you, retire to your chamber.
CLEOPATRA	Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then Antony,--but now--Well, on.
	[Exeunt]

Scene V Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.

	[Trumpets sound. Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS; a Soldier meeting them]
Soldier	The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
MARK ANTONY	Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land!
Soldier	Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels.
MARK ANTONY	Who's gone this morning?
Soldier	Who! One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp Say 'I am none of thine.'
MARK ANTONY	What say'st thou?
Soldier	Sir, He is with Caesar.
EROS	Sir, his chests and treasure He has not with him.
MARK ANTONY	Is he gone?
Soldier	Most certain.
MARK ANTONY	Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him-- I will subscribe--gentle adieus and greetings; Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. O, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.--Enobarbus!
	[Exeunt]

Scene VI Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

	[Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, and others]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Antony be took alive; Make it so known.
AGRIPPA	Caesar, I shall.
	[Exit]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.
	[Enter a Messenger]
Messenger	Antony Is come into the field.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Go charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself.
	[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on Affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest That fell away have entertainment, but No honourable trust. I have done ill; Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, That I will joy no more.
	[Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's]
Soldier	Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with His bounty overplus: the messenger Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now Unloading of his mules.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I give it you.
Soldier	Mock not, Enobarbus. I tell you true: best you safed the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove.
	[Exit]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. I fight against thee! No: I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.
	[Exit]

Scene VII Field of battle between the camps.

	[Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others]
AGRIPPA	Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far: Caesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
	[Exeunt]
	[Alarums. Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS wounded]
SCARUS	O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.
MARK ANTONY	Thou bleed'st apace.
SCARUS	I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.
MARK ANTONY	They do retire.
SCARUS	We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet Room for six scotches more.
	[Enter EROS]
EROS	They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves For a fair victory.
SCARUS	Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind: 'Tis sport to maul a runner.
MARK ANTONY	I will reward thee Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold For thy good valour. Come thee on.
SCARUS	I'll halt after.
	[Exeunt]

Scene VIII Under the walls of Alexandria.

	[Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS, with others]
MARK ANTONY	We have beat him to his camp: run one before, And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow, Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escaped. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you, and have fought Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors. Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honour'd gashes whole.
	[To SCARUS]
	Give me thy hand
	[Enter CLEOPATRA, attended]
	To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.
	[To CLEOPATRA]
	O thou day o' the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing!
CLEOPATRA	Lord of lords! O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught?
MARK ANTONY	My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand: Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape.
CLEOPATRA	I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
MARK ANTONY	He has deserved it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together, And drink carouses to the next day's fate, Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the city's ear; Make mingle with rattling tabourines; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.
	[Exeunt]

Scene IX OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

	[Sentinels at their post]
First Soldier	If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: the night Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn.
Second Soldier	This last day was A shrewd one to's.
	[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	O, bear me witness, night,--
Third Soldier	What man is this?
Second Soldier	Stand close, and list him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent!
First Soldier	Enobarbus!
Third Soldier	Peace! Hark further.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS	O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony!
	[Dies]
Second Soldier	Let's speak To him.
First Soldier	Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Caesar.
Third Soldier	Let's do so. But he sleeps.
First Soldier	Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep.
Second Soldier	Go we to him.
Third Soldier	Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.
Second Soldier	Hear you, sir?
First Soldier	The hand of death hath raught him.
	[Drums afar off]
	Hark! the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out.
Third Soldier	Come on, then; He may recover yet.
	[Exeunt with the body]

Scene X Between the two camps.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army]
MARK ANTONY	Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land.
SCARUS	For both, my lord.
MARK ANTONY	I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air; We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city Shall stay with us: order for sea is given; They have put forth the haven [ ] Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.
	[Exeunt]

Scene XI Another part of the same.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and his Army]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	But being charged, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.
	[Exeunt]

Scene XII Another part of the same.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS]
MARK ANTONY	Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand, I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word Straight, how 'tis like to go.
	[Exit]
SCARUS	Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly, And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, Of what he has, and has not.
	[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]
	[Re-enter MARK ANTONY]
MARK ANTONY	All is lost; This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder They cast their caps up and carouse together Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; For when I am revenged upon my charm, I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
	[Exit SCARUS]
	O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here; even here Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd, That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am: O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,-- Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home; Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,-- Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. What, Eros, Eros!
	[Enter CLEOPATRA]
	Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRA	Why is my lord enraged against his love?
MARK ANTONY	Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails.
	[Exit CLEOPATRA]
	'Tis well thou'rt gone, If it be well to live; but better 'twere Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death Might have prevented many. Eros, ho! The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me, Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage: Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!
	[Exit]

Scene XIII Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]
CLEOPATRA	Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd.
CHARMIAN	To the monument! There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
CLEOPATRA	To the monument! Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,' And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To the monument!
	[Exeunt]

Scene XIV The same. Another room.

	[Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS]
MARK ANTONY	Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
EROS	Ay, noble lord.
MARK ANTONY	Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent 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,
MARK ANTONY	That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
EROS	It does, my lord.
MARK ANTONY	My good knave Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony: Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,-- Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.
	[Enter MARDIAN]
	O! thy vile lady! She has robb'd me of my sword.
MARDIAN	No, Antony; My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely.
MARK ANTONY	Hence, saucy eunuch; peace! She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
MARDIAN	Death of one person can be paid but once, And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!' Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her.
MARK ANTONY	Dead, then?
MARDIAN	Dead.
MARK ANTONY	Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep.
	[To MARDIAN]
	That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go.
	[Exit MARDIAN]
	Off, pluck off: The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides! Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace. No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go; You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
	[Exit EROS]
	I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now All length is torture: since the torch is out, Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done. Eros!--I come, my queen:--Eros!--Stay for me: Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze: Dido and her AEneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
	[Re-enter EROS]
EROS	What would my lord?
MARK ANTONY	Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack The courage of a woman; less noble mind Than she which by her death our Caesar tells 'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros, That, when the exigent should come, which now Is come indeed, when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come: Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy cheek.
EROS	The gods withhold me! Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
MARK ANTONY	Eros, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down His corrigible neck, his face subdued To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued?
EROS	I would not see't.
MARK ANTONY	Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured. Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country.
EROS	O, sir, pardon me!
MARK ANTONY	When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once; Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
EROS	Turn from me, then, that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
MARK ANTONY	Lo thee!
	[Turning from him]
EROS	My sword is drawn.
MARK ANTONY	Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it.
EROS	My dear master, My captain, and my emperor, let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
MARK ANTONY	'Tis said, man; and farewell.
EROS	Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
MARK ANTONY	Now, Eros.
EROS	Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.
	[Kills himself]
MARK ANTONY	Thrice-nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction got upon me A nobleness in record: but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
	[Falling on his sword]
	I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead? The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
	[Enter DERCETAS and Guard]
First Guard	What's the noise?
MARK ANTONY	I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end Of what I have begun.
Second Guard	The star is fall'n.
First Guard	And time is at his period.
All	Alas, and woe!
MARK ANTONY	Let him that loves me strike me dead.
First Guard	Not I.
Second Guard	Nor I.
Third Guard	Nor any one.
	[Exeunt Guard]
DERCETAS	Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
	[Enter DIOMEDES]
DIOMEDES	Where's Antony?
DERCETAS	There, Diomed there.
DIOMEDES	Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man?
	[Exit DERCETAS]
MARK ANTONY	Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me Sufficing strokes for death.
DIOMEDES	Most absolute lord, My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
MARK ANTONY	When did she send thee?
DIOMEDES	Now, my lord.
MARK ANTONY	Where is she?
DIOMEDES	Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw-- Which never shall be found--you did suspect She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead; But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late.
MARK ANTONY	Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
DIOMEDES	What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho! Come, your lord calls!
	[Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY]
MARK ANTONY	Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
First Guard	Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out.
All	Most heavy day!
MARK ANTONY	Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up: I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends, And have my thanks for all.
	[Exeunt, bearing MARK ANTONY]

Scene XV The same. A monument.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS]
CLEOPATRA	O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
CHARMIAN	Be comforted, dear madam.
CLEOPATRA	No, I will not: All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great As that which makes it.
	[Enter, below, DIOMEDES]
	How now! is he dead?
DIOMEDES	His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o' the other side your monument; His guard have brought him thither.
	[Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard]
CLEOPATRA	O sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand The varying shore o' the world. O Antony, Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
MARK ANTONY	Peace! Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
CLEOPATRA	So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
MARK ANTONY	I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay up thy lips.
CLEOPATRA	I dare not, dear,-- Dear my lord, pardon,--I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,-- Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up: Assist, good friends.
MARK ANTONY	O, quick, or I am gone.
CLEOPATRA	Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,-- Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come, come;
	[They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]
	And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.
All	A heavy sight!
MARK ANTONY	I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
CLEOPATRA	No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence.
MARK ANTONY	One word, sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
CLEOPATRA	They do not go together.
MARK ANTONY	Gentle, hear me: None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
CLEOPATRA	My resolution and my hands I'll trust; None about Caesar.
MARK ANTONY	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 lived, the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman,--a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going; I can no more.
CLEOPATRA	Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
	[MARK ANTONY dies]
	The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
	[Faints]
CHARMIAN	O, quietness, lady!
IRAS	She is dead too, our sovereign.
CHARMIAN	Lady!
IRAS	Madam!
CHARMIAN	O madam, madam, madam!
IRAS	Royal Egypt, Empress!
CHARMIAN	Peace, peace, Iras!
CLEOPATRA	No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is scottish, and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin 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, Charmian! My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look, Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart: We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold: Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.
	[Exeunt; those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body]

Act V

Scene I Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his council of war]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks The pauses that he makes.
DOLABELLA	Caesar, I shall.
	[Exit]
	[Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest Appear thus to us?
DERCETAS	I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my life To spend upon his haters. If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	What is't thou say'st?
DERCETAS	I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world.
DERCETAS	He is dead, Caesar: Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Which writ his honour 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.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Look you sad, friends? The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings To wash the eyes of kings.
AGRIPPA	And strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.
MECAENAS	His taints and honours Waged equal with him.
AGRIPPA	A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
MECAENAS	When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	O Antony! I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce Have shown to thee such a declining day, Or look on thine; we could not stall together In the whole world: but yet let me lament, With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou, my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle,--that our stars, Unreconciliable, should divide Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends-- But I will tell you at some meeter season:
	[Enter an Egyptian]
	The business of this man looks out of him; We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
Egyptian	A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, Confined in all she has, her monument, Of thy intents desires instruction, That she preparedly may frame herself To the way she's forced to.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Bid her have good heart: She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, How honourable and how kindly we Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live To be ungentle.
Egyptian	So the gods preserve thee!
	[Exit]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require, Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us; for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph: go, And with your speediest bring us what she says, And how you find of her.
PROCULEIUS	Caesar, I shall.
	[Exit]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Gallus, go you along.
	[Exit GALLUS]
	Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius?
All	Dolabella!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent; where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings: go with me, and see What I can show in this.
	[Exeunt]

Scene II Alexandria. A room in the monument.

	[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS]
CLEOPATRA	My desolation does begin to make A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave, A minister of her will: and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
	[Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS and Soldiers]
PROCULEIUS	Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt; And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
CLEOPATRA	What's thy name?
PROCULEIUS	My name is Proculeius.
CLEOPATRA	Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I do not greatly care to be deceived, That have no use for trusting. If your master Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, That majesty, to keep decorum, must No less beg than a kingdom: if he please To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son, He gives me so much of mine own, as I Will kneel to him with thanks.
PROCULEIUS	Be of good cheer; You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing: Make your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over On all that need: let me report to him Your sweet dependency; and you shall find A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness, Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
CLEOPATRA	Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him The greatness he has got. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly Look him i' the face.
PROCULEIUS	This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied Of him that caused it.
GALLUS	You see how easily she may be surprised:
	[Here PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend the monument by a ladder placed against a window, and, having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates]
	[To PROCULEIUS and the Guard]
	Guard her till Caesar come.
	[Exit]
IRAS	Royal queen!
CHARMIAN	O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
CLEOPATRA	Quick, quick, good hands.
	[Drawing a dagger]
PROCULEIUS	Hold, worthy lady, hold:
	[Seizes and disarms her]
	Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Relieved, but not betray'd.
CLEOPATRA	What, of death too, That rids our dogs of languish?
PROCULEIUS	Cleopatra, Do not abuse my master's bounty by The undoing of yourself: let the world see His nobleness well acted, which your death Will never let come forth.
CLEOPATRA	Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worthy many babes and beggars!
PROCULEIUS	O, temperance, lady!
CLEOPATRA	Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains!
PROCULEIUS	You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Caesar.
	[Enter DOLABELLA]
DOLABELLA	Proculeius, What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows, And he hath sent for thee: for the queen, I'll take her to my guard.
PROCULEIUS	So, Dolabella, It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
	[To CLEOPATRA]
	To Caesar I will speak what you shall please, If you'll employ me to him.
CLEOPATRA	Say, I would die.
	[Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers]
DOLABELLA	Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
CLEOPATRA	I cannot tell.
DOLABELLA	Assuredly you know me.
CLEOPATRA	No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams; Is't not your trick?
DOLABELLA	I understand not, madam.
CLEOPATRA	I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony: O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man!
DOLABELLA	If it might please ye,--
CLEOPATRA	His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth.
DOLABELLA	Most sovereign creature,--
CLEOPATRA	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; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they lived in: in his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
DOLABELLA	Cleopatra!
CLEOPATRA	Think you there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of?
DOLABELLA	Gentle madam, no.
CLEOPATRA	You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. But, if there be, or ever were, one such, It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite.
DOLABELLA	Hear me, good madam. Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight: would I might never O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites My very heart at root.
CLEOPATRA	I thank you, sir, Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
DOLABELLA	I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
CLEOPATRA	Nay, pray you, sir,--
DOLABELLA	Though he be honourable,--
CLEOPATRA	He'll lead me, then, in triumph?
DOLABELLA	Madam, he will; I know't.
	[Flourish, and shout within, 'Make way there: Octavius Caesar!']
	[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECAENAS, SELEUCUS, and others of his Train]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Which is the Queen of Egypt?
DOLABELLA	It is the emperor, madam.
	[CLEOPATRA kneels]
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Arise, you shall not kneel: I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
CLEOPATRA	Sir, the gods Will have it thus; my master and my lord I must obey.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Take to you no hard thoughts: The record of what injuries you did us, Though written in our flesh, we shall remember As things but done by chance.
CLEOPATRA	Sole sir o' the world, I cannot project mine own cause so well To make it clear; but do confess I have Been laden with like frailties which before Have often shamed our sex.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: If you apply yourself to our intents, Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find A benefit in this change; but if you seek To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself Of my good purposes, and put your children To that destruction which I'll guard them from, If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
CLEOPATRA	And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we, Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRA	This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued; Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
SELEUCUS	Here, madam.
CLEOPATRA	This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserved To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
SELEUCUS	Madam, I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril, Speak that which is not.
CLEOPATRA	What have I kept back?
SELEUCUS	Enough to purchase what you have made known.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Your wisdom in the deed.
CLEOPATRA	See, Caesar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog! O rarely base!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Good queen, let us entreat you.
CLEOPATRA	O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this, That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar, That I some lady trifles have reserved, Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal; and say, Some nobler token I have kept apart For Livia and Octavia, to induce Their mediation; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me Beneath the fall I have.
	[To SELEUCUS]
	Prithee, go hence; Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man, Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Forbear, Seleucus.
	[Exit SELEUCUS]
CLEOPATRA	Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought For things that others do; and, when we fall, We answer others' merits in our name, Are therefore to be pitied.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Cleopatra, Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged, Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours, Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe, Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with you Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd; Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen; For we intend so to dispose you as Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep: Our care and pity is so much upon you, That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
CLEOPATRA	My master, and my lord!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Not so. Adieu.
	[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and his train]
CLEOPATRA	He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
	[Whispers CHARMIAN]
IRAS	Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
CLEOPATRA	Hie thee again: I have spoke already, and it is provided; Go put it to the haste.
CHARMIAN	Madam, I will.
	[Re-enter DOLABELLA]
DOLABELLA	Where is the queen?
CHARMIAN	Behold, sir.
	[Exit]
CLEOPATRA	Dolabella!
DOLABELLA	Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my love makes religion to obey, I tell you this: Caesar through Syria Intends his journey; and within three days You with your children will he send before: Make your best use of this: I have perform'd Your pleasure and my promise.
CLEOPATRA	Dolabella, I shall remain your debtor.
DOLABELLA	I your servant, Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
CLEOPATRA	Farewell, and thanks.
	[Exit DOLABELLA]
	Now, Iras, what think'st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown In Rome, as well as I mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded, And forced to drink their vapour.
IRAS	The gods forbid!
CLEOPATRA	Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels; Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' the posture of a whore.
IRAS	O the good gods!
CLEOPATRA	Nay, that's certain.
IRAS	I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes.
CLEOPATRA	Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.
	[Re-enter CHARMIAN]
	Now, Charmian! Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch My best attires: I am again for Cydnus, To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go. Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed; And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all. Wherefore's this noise?
	[Exit IRAS. A noise within]
	[Enter a Guardsman]
Guard	Here is a rural fellow That will not be denied your highness presence: He brings you figs.
CLEOPATRA	Let him come in.
	[Exit Guardsman]
	What poor an instrument May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me: now from head to foot I am marble-constant; now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
	[Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown bringing in a basket]
Guard	This is the man.
CLEOPATRA	Avoid, and leave him.
	[Exit Guardsman]
	Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?
Clown	Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.
CLEOPATRA	Rememberest thou any that have died on't?
Clown	Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she makes a very good report o' the worm; but he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: but this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
CLEOPATRA	Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown	I wish you all joy of the worm.
	[Setting down his basket]
CLEOPATRA	Farewell.
Clown	You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.
CLEOPATRA	Ay, ay; farewell.
Clown	Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in worm.
CLEOPATRA	Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
Clown	Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
CLEOPATRA	Will it eat me?
Clown	You must not think I am so simple but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five.
CLEOPATRA	Well, get thee gone; farewell.
Clown	Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.
	[Exit]
	[Re-enter IRAS with a robe, crown, &c]
CLEOPATRA	Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
	[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]
	Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking.
CHARMIAN	Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The gods themselves do weep!
CLEOPATRA	This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,
	[To an asp, which she applies to her breast]
	With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied!
CHARMIAN	O eastern star!
CLEOPATRA	Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?
CHARMIAN	O, break! O, break!
CLEOPATRA	As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,-- O Antony!--Nay, I will take thee too.
	[Applying another asp to her arm]
	What should I stay--
	[Dies]
CHARMIAN	In this vile world? So, fare thee well. Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close; And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; I'll mend it, and then play.
	[Enter the Guard, rushing in]
First Guard	Where is the queen?
CHARMIAN	Speak softly, wake her not.
First Guard	Caesar hath sent--
CHARMIAN	Too slow a messenger.
	[Applies an asp]
	O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
First Guard	Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
Second Guard	There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
First Guard	What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
CHARMIAN	It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings. Ah, soldier!
	[Dies]
	[Re-enter DOLABELLA]
DOLABELLA	How goes it here?
Second Guard	All dead.
DOLABELLA	Caesar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou So sought'st to hinder.
	[Within 'A way there, a way for Caesar!']
	[Re-enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR and all his train marching]
DOLABELLA	O sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear is done.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Bravest at the last, She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way. The manner of their deaths? I do not see them bleed.
DOLABELLA	Who was last with them?
First Guard	A simple countryman, that brought her figs: This was his basket.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Poison'd, then.
First Guard	O Caesar, This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood And on the sudden dropp'd.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	O noble weakness! If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.
DOLABELLA	Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood and something blown: The like is on her arm.
First Guard	This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR	Most probable That so she died; for her physician tells me She hath pursued conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed; And bear her women from the monument: She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall In solemn show attend this funeral; And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity.
	[Exeunt]

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