Which has no need of you; be gone:
My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-0,
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 Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and

Iras.

Iras. Madam; O good empress Eros. Sir, sir,

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;-He, at Philippi, kept His sword even like a dancer; while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I, That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on lieutenantry,2 and no practice had In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. Cleo. Ah, stand by.

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him; He is unqualitied3 with very shame.

Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me :-O!

Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen proaches;

Obey it on all cause. Cleo.

O pardon, pardon.

Ant. 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 :-Jor-
tune knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.
[Exeunt.
SCENE X.-Cæsar's camp, in Egypt. Enter
Cæsar, Dolabella, Thyreus, and others.
Cas. Let him appear that's come from Antony.—
Know you him?

Dol.
Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster :6
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Cæs.

Enter Euphronius.

Approach, and speak.
Eup. 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.7

Cæs.
Be it so; Declare thine office.
Eup. 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 circles of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cas.

For Antony,

Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but4 Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble swerving.

Eros.

Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind, 'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo.

O my lord, my lord! Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought, You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well, My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou should'st 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. O, my pardon.

Cleo.

Ant. 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 pleas'd, Making, and marring fortunes. You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would (2) Fought by his officers.

(1) Cæsa (3) Divested of his faculties. (4) Unless. (5) Values.

(6) Euphronius, schoolmaster to Antony's children.

Bring him through the bands. [Exit Euphronius. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,

[To Thyreus 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, Thy

Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-

Ant.
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again :-This Jack of Caesar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend. with Thy reus. 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 abus'd By one that looks on feeders?!

Cleo.

Good my lord,Ant. You have been a boggler ever :— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel2 our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar'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,

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo.

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 Cæsarion8 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!

Ant. I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy toe Have knit again, and fleet,10 threat'ning most sealike.

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 is hope in it yet.

Cleo.
That's my brave lord!
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,

Ant. 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.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Ant.

Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar 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 Cæsar,
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 enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quits me :
Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes, begone. [Exit Thyreus.
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant.
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!

Cleo.
I must stay his time.
Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?

Cleo.

(1) Servants.

Not know me yet? (2) Close up. (3) Wantonly.

(4) Ready, handy. (5) Requite. (6) Earthly. (7) Dissolves. (8) Her son by Julius Cæsar.

Were nicell 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 12 night: call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo.

It is my birth-day:

I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We'll vet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night

I'll force

Mac.
Cæsar 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.
Cæs.
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 serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Alexandria. A room in the pal-
ace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Char-
mian, Iras, Alexas, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.

Ant. Why should he not?

You take me in too dolorous a sense:

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.

1 Sold. Brother,.good night: to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing: What news? 2 Sold. Good night to you.

Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

Well, sir, good night.

1 Sold.

No.

Enter two other Soldiers.

2 Sold.

Have careful watch. 3 Sold.

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

Ant.

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? Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all. Ant. Well said; come on.Call forth my household servants; let's to-night

Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest;-so hast thou;And thou,--and thou,-and thou: you have serv'd me well,

Soldiers,

And you: Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their posts. 4 Sold. Here we : [They take their posts.] and

if to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up.

3 Sold.

And full of purpose.

4 Sold.

1 Sold.

'Tis a brave army,

[Music of hautboys under the stage. Peace, what noise?

List, list!

Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots [Aside. Out of the mind.

4 Sold. Does't not?

It signs5 well,

3 Sold.

No.

And kings have been your fellows.

Ant.

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.

The gods forbid!

Serv.
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-

What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant. 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 yield3 you for't! Eno. What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,

How now? do you hear this?

[Several speaking together. 1 Sold. Ay; Is't not strange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear? 1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how't will give off.

Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV-The same. A room in the palace. Enter Antony, and Cleopatra; Charmian, and others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!

Nay, I'll help too