Vol. Not so, my lord. Ch. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some snatch of honor in it: Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still, I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his Sword, and dies. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do So, Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato! Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man! Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honorably.— So, call the field to rest: and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. 1 Receive into my service. [Exeunt. Recommend. SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's | Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent Ant. That o'er the files and musters of the war Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. How, my love! Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, sengers. Ant Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair reckon'd. 2 Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind, Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, We stand up peerless. new earth. Enter an Attendant. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Excellent falsehood! Grates' me:-The sum? Will be himself. • Renounces. Bound or limit. Offends., Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd! SCENE II.-Another Room. [Exeunt. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. Char. 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 change his horns with garlands! Alex. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will? Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be-drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sooth say. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars. Sooth. I have said. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she! Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis,' I be seech thee! And let her die too, and give him a all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of 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 heart-breaking to see a Char. Is this the man?—Is't you, sir, that know handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sor things? Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, A little I can read. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! 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 Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than tigs. row to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Cleo. He was disposed to mirth; but on a sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? Alex. Here, madam, at your service.—My lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cæsar; fortune Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. ↑ Consume. $ Fame. I 1 Things, that are past, are done with me.-' Whilst Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say— O, my lord. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue; Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome; When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such a one? 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter another Messenger. Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you? 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. 2 Mess. In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [ Gives a Letter. Ant. Forbear me.- Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Eno. 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. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under 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. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. 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. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! withal, would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. 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. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here, cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we propose. I shall break The cause of our expedience' to the queen, And get her love 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 Cæsar, 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. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Char. I did not send you :-If you find him sad, [Exit ALEXAS. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him You do not hold the method to enforce dearly, The like from him. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. But here comes Antony. • Expedition. Leave. 1 It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Will not sustain it. Ant. Now, my dearest queen,— What says the married woman?—You may go; O, never was there queen, So mightily betray'd! Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. 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 Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Is Fulvia's death. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die? Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;- The arch of our eye-brows. Gate. a The commotion she occasioned. I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. And target,-Still he mends; Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: Sir, you and I have lov'd,-but there's not it; That you know well: Something it is I would,O, my oblivion' is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. Cleo. "Tis sweating labor, 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 honor calls you hence; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet! Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides and flies, That you, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attend ants. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate One great competitor: From Alexandria This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsafed to think he had partners: You shall find there A man, that is the abstract of all faults Cæs. You are too indulgent; Let us grant, it is not |