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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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MARK ANTONY |
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR | triumvirs.
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M. AEMILIUS |
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LEPIDUS (LEPIDUS:) |
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SEXTUS POMPEIUS (POMPEY:)
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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VENTIDIUS |
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EROS |
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SCARUS | friends to Antony.
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DERCETAS |
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DEMETRIUS |
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PHILO |
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MECAENAS |
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AGRIPPA |
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DOLABELLA |
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PROCULEIUS | friends to Caesar.
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THYREUS |
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GALLUS |
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MENAS |
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MENECRATES |
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| friends to Pompey.
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VARRIUS |
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TAURUS lieutenant-general to Caesar.
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CANIDIUS lieutenant-general to Antony.
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SILIUS an officer in Ventidius's army.
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EUPHRONIUS an ambassador from Antony to Caesar.
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ALEXAS |
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MARDIAN a Eunuch. |
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| attendants on Cleopatra.
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SELEUCUS |
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DIOMEDES |
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A Soothsayer. (Soothsayer:)
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A Clown. (Clown:)
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CLEOPATRA queen of Egypt.
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OCTAVIA sister to Caesar and wife to Antony.
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CHARMIAN |
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| attendants on Cleopatra.
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IRAS |
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Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
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(First Officer:)
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(Second Officer:)
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(Third Officer:)
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(Messenger:)
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(Second Messenger:)
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(First Servant:)
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(Second Servant:)
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(Egyptian:)
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(Guard:)
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(First Guard:)
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(Second Guard:)
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(Attendant:)
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(First Attendant:)
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(Second Attendant:)
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SCENE In several parts of the Roman empire.
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT I
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SCENE I Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace.
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[Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO]
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PHILO Nay, but this dotage of our general's
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O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
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That o'er the files and musters of the war
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Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
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The office and devotion of their view
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Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
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Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
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The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
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And is become the bellows and the fan
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To cool a gipsy's lust.
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[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,
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the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her]
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Look, where they come:
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Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
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The triple pillar of the world transform'd
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Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
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CLEOPATRA If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
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MARK ANTONY There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
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CLEOPATRA I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
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MARK ANTONY Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
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[Enter an Attendant]
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Attendant News, my good lord, from Rome.
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MARK ANTONY Grates me: the sum.
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CLEOPATRA Nay, hear them, Antony:
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Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
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If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
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His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
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Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
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Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
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MARK ANTONY How, my love!
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CLEOPATRA Perchance! nay, and most like:
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You must not stay here longer, your dismission
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Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
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Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
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Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
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Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
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Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
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When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
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MARK ANTONY Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
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Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
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Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
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Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
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Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
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[Embracing]
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And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
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On pain of punishment, the world to weet
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We stand up peerless.
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CLEOPATRA Excellent falsehood!
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Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
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I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
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Will be himself.
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MARK ANTONY But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
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Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
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Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
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There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
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Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
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CLEOPATRA Hear the ambassadors.
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MARK ANTONY Fie, wrangling queen!
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Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
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To weep; whose every passion fully strives
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To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
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No messenger, but thine; and all alone
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To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
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The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
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Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
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[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with
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their train]
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DEMETRIUS Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
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PHILO Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
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He comes too short of that great property
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Which still should go with Antony.
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DEMETRIUS I am full sorry
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That he approves the common liar, who
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Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
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Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT I
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SCENE II The same. Another room.
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[Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer]
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CHARMIAN Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
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almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
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that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
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this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
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with garlands!
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ALEXAS Soothsayer!
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Soothsayer Your will?
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CHARMIAN Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
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Soothsayer In nature's infinite book of secrecy
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A little I can read.
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ALEXAS Show him your hand.
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[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
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Cleopatra's health to drink.
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CHARMIAN Good sir, give me good fortune.
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Soothsayer I make not, but foresee.
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CHARMIAN Pray, then, foresee me one.
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Soothsayer You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
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CHARMIAN He means in flesh.
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IRAS No, you shall paint when you are old.
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CHARMIAN Wrinkles forbid!
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ALEXAS Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
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CHARMIAN Hush!
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Soothsayer You shall be more beloving than beloved.
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CHARMIAN I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
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ALEXAS Nay, hear him.
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CHARMIAN Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
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to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all:
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let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry
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may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius
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Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
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Soothsayer You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
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CHARMIAN O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
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Soothsayer You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
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Than that which is to approach.
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CHARMIAN Then belike my children shall have no names:
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prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
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Soothsayer If every of your wishes had a womb.
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And fertile every wish, a million.
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CHARMIAN Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
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ALEXAS You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
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CHARMIAN Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
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ALEXAS We'll know all our fortunes.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
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be--drunk to bed.
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IRAS There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
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CHARMIAN E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
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IRAS Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
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CHARMIAN Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
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prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
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tell her but a worky-day fortune.
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Soothsayer Your fortunes are alike.
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IRAS But how, but how? give me particulars.
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Soothsayer I have said.
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IRAS Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
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CHARMIAN Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
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I, where would you choose it?
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IRAS Not in my husband's nose.
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CHARMIAN Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,--come,
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his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
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that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
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her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
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follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
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laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
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Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
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matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
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IRAS Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
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for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
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loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
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foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
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decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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CHARMIAN Amen.
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ALEXAS Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
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cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
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they'ld do't!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Hush! here comes Antony.
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CHARMIAN Not he; the queen.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA]
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CLEOPATRA Saw you my lord?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS No, lady.
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CLEOPATRA Was he not here?
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CHARMIAN No, madam.
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CLEOPATRA He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
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A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Madam?
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CLEOPATRA Seek him, and bring him hither.
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Where's Alexas?
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ALEXAS Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
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CLEOPATRA We will not look upon him: go with us.
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[Exeunt]
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[Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants]
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Messenger Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
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MARK ANTONY Against my brother Lucius?
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Messenger Ay:
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But soon that war had end, and the time's state
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Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
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Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
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Upon the first encounter, drave them.
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MARK ANTONY Well, what worst?
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Messenger The nature of bad news infects the teller.
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MARK ANTONY When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
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Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
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Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
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I hear him as he flatter'd.
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Messenger Labienus--
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This is stiff news--hath, with his Parthian force,
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Extended Asia from Euphrates;
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His conquering banner shook from Syria
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To Lydia and to Ionia; Whilst--
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MARK ANTONY Antony, thou wouldst say,--
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Messenger O, my lord!
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MARK ANTONY Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
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Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
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Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
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With such full licence as both truth and malice
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Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
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When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
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Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
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Messenger At your noble pleasure.
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[Exit]
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MARK ANTONY From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
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First Attendant The man from Sicyon,--is there such an one?
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Second Attendant He stays upon your will.
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MARK ANTONY Let him appear.
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These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
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Or lose myself in dotage.
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[Enter another Messenger]
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What are you?
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Second Messenger Fulvia thy wife is dead.
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MARK ANTONY Where died she?
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Second Messenger In Sicyon:
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Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
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Importeth thee to know, this bears.
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[Gives a letter]
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MARK ANTONY Forbear me.
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[Exit Second Messenger]
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There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
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What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
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We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
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By revolution lowering, does become
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The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
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The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
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I must from this enchanting queen break off:
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Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
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My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
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[Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's your pleasure, sir?
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MARK ANTONY I must with haste from hence.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, then, we kill all our women:
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we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
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if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
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MARK ANTONY I must be gone.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
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pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
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them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
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nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
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this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
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times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
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mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
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her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
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MARK ANTONY She is cunning past man's thought.
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[Exit ALEXAS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
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the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
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winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
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storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
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cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
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shower of rain as well as Jove.
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MARK ANTONY Would I had never seen her.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
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of work; which not to have been blest withal would
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have discredited your travel.
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MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Sir?
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MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Fulvia!
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MARK ANTONY Dead.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
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it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
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from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
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comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
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out, there are members to make new. If there were
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no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
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and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
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with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
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petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
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that should water this sorrow.
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MARK ANTONY The business she hath broached in the state
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Cannot endure my absence.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And the business you have broached here cannot be
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without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
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wholly depends on your abode.
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MARK ANTONY No more light answers. Let our officers
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Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
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The cause of our expedience to the queen,
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And get her leave to part. For not alone
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The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
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Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
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Of many our contriving friends in Rome
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Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
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Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
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The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
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Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
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Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
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Pompey the Great and all his dignities
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Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
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Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
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For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
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The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
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Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
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And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
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To such whose place is under us, requires
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Our quick remove from hence.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I shall do't.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT I
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SCENE III The same. Another room.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
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CLEOPATRA Where is he?
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CHARMIAN I did not see him since.
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CLEOPATRA See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
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I did not send you: if you find him sad,
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Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
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That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
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[Exit ALEXAS]
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CHARMIAN Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
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You do not hold the method to enforce
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The like from him.
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CLEOPATRA What should I do, I do not?
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CHARMIAN In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
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CLEOPATRA Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
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CHARMIAN Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
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In time we hate that which we often fear.
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But here comes Antony.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY]
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CLEOPATRA I am sick and sullen.
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MARK ANTONY I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,--
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CLEOPATRA Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
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It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
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Will not sustain it.
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MARK ANTONY Now, my dearest queen,--
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CLEOPATRA Pray you, stand further from me.
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MARK ANTONY What's the matter?
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CLEOPATRA I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
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What says the married woman? You may go:
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Would she had never given you leave to come!
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Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
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I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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MARK ANTONY The gods best know,--
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CLEOPATRA O, never was there queen
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So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
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I saw the treasons planted.
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MARK ANTONY Cleopatra,--
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CLEOPATRA Why should I think you can be mine and true,
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Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
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Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
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To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
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Which break themselves in swearing!
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MARK ANTONY Most sweet queen,--
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CLEOPATRA Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
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But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
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Then was the time for words: no going then;
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Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
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Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
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But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
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Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
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Art turn'd the greatest liar.
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MARK ANTONY How now, lady!
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CLEOPATRA I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
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There were a heart in Egypt.
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MARK ANTONY Hear me, queen:
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The strong necessity of time commands
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Our services awhile; but my full heart
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Remains in use with you. Our Italy
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Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
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Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
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Equality of two domestic powers
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Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
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Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
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Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
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Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
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Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
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And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
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By any desperate change: my more particular,
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And that which most with you should safe my going,
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Is Fulvia's death.
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CLEOPATRA Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
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It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
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MARK ANTONY She's dead, my queen:
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Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
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The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
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See when and where she died.
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CLEOPATRA O most false love!
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Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
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With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
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In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
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MARK ANTONY Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
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The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
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As you shall give the advice. By the fire
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That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
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Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
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As thou affect'st.
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CLEOPATRA Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
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But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
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So Antony loves.
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MARK ANTONY My precious queen, forbear;
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And give true evidence to his love, which stands
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An honourable trial.
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CLEOPATRA So Fulvia told me.
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I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
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Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
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Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
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Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
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Life perfect honour.
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MARK ANTONY You'll heat my blood: no more.
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CLEOPATRA You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
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MARK ANTONY Now, by my sword,--
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CLEOPATRA And target. Still he mends;
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But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
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How this Herculean Roman does become
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The carriage of his chafe.
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MARK ANTONY I'll leave you, lady.
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CLEOPATRA Courteous lord, one word.
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Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
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Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
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That you know well: something it is I would,
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O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
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And I am all forgotten.
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MARK ANTONY But that your royalty
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Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
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For idleness itself.
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CLEOPATRA 'Tis sweating labour
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To bear such idleness so near the heart
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As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
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Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
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Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
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Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
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And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
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Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
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Be strew'd before your feet!
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MARK ANTONY Let us go. Come;
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Our separation so abides, and flies,
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That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
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And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT I
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SCENE IV Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,
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and their Train]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
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It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
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Our great competitor: from Alexandria
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This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
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The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
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Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
|
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More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
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Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
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A man who is the abstract of all faults
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That all men follow.
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LEPIDUS I must not think there are
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Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
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His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
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More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
|
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Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
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Than what he chooses.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
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Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
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To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
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And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
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To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
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With knaves that smell of sweat: say this
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|
becomes him,--
|
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As his composure must be rare indeed
|
|
Whom these things cannot blemish,--yet must Antony
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|
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
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|
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
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His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
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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,
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|
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
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And so rebel to judgment.
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[Enter a Messenger]
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LEPIDUS Here's more news.
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Messenger Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
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Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
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|
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
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|
And it appears he is beloved of those
|
|
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
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|
The discontents repair, and men's reports
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|
Give him much wrong'd.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I should have known no less.
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It hath been taught us from the primal state,
|
|
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
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And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
|
|
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
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|
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
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|
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
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To rot itself with motion.
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Messenger Caesar, I bring thee word,
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Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
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|
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
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With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
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|
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
|
|
Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
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No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
|
|
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
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|
Than could his war resisted.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Antony,
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Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
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Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
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Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
|
|
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
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|
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
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|
Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
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The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
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|
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
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The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
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Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
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|
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
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It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
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Which some did die to look on: and all this--
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It wounds thine honour that I speak it now--
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Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
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So much as lank'd not.
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LEPIDUS 'Tis pity of him.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Let his shames quickly
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Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
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Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
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Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
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Thrives in our idleness.
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LEPIDUS To-morrow, Caesar,
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I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
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Both what by sea and land I can be able
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To front this present time.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Till which encounter,
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It is my business too. Farewell.
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LEPIDUS Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
|
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Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
|
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To let me be partaker.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Doubt not, sir;
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I knew it for my bond.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT I
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SCENE V Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]
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CLEOPATRA Charmian!
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CHARMIAN Madam?
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CLEOPATRA Ha, ha!
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Give me to drink mandragora.
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CHARMIAN Why, madam?
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CLEOPATRA That I might sleep out this great gap of time
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|
My Antony is away.
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CHARMIAN You think of him too much.
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CLEOPATRA O, 'tis treason!
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CHARMIAN Madam, I trust, not so.
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CLEOPATRA Thou, eunuch Mardian!
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MARDIAN What's your highness' pleasure?
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CLEOPATRA Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
|
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In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
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|
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
|
|
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
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MARDIAN Yes, gracious madam.
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CLEOPATRA Indeed!
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MARDIAN Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
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|
But what indeed is honest to be done:
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Yet have I fierce affections, and think
|
|
What Venus did with Mars.
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CLEOPATRA O Charmian,
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|
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.
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|
[Enter ALEXAS, from OCTAVIUS CAESAR]
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ALEXAS Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
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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?
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|
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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.
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CLEOPATRA Mine ear must pluck it thence.
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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.
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|
|
CLEOPATRA What, was he sad or merry?
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ALEXAS Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
|
|
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
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|
|
CLEOPATRA O well-divided disposition! Note him,
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|
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
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|
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?
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ALEXAS Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
|
|
Why do you send so thick?
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|
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CLEOPATRA Who's born that day
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|
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?
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|
|
CHARMIAN O that brave Caesar!
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|
|
CLEOPATRA Be choked with such another emphasis!
|
|
Say, the brave Antony.
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|
|
CHARMIAN The valiant Caesar!
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CLEOPATRA By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
|
|
If thou with Caesar paragon again
|
|
My man of men.
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CHARMIAN By your most gracious pardon,
|
|
I sing but after you.
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CLEOPATRA My salad days,
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|
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
|
|
To say as I said then! But, come, away;
|
|
Get me ink and paper:
|
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He shall have every day a several greeting,
|
|
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT II
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SCENE I Messina. POMPEY's house.
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|
[Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, in
|
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warlike manner]
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POMPEY If the great gods be just, they shall assist
|
|
The deeds of justest men.
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MENECRATES Know, worthy Pompey,
|
|
That what they do delay, they not deny.
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POMPEY Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
|
|
The thing we sue for.
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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.
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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.
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MENAS Caesar and Lepidus
|
|
Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
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POMPEY Where have you this? 'tis false.
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MENAS From Silvius, sir.
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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!
|
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|
|
[Enter VARRIUS]
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|
|
How now, Varrius!
|
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|
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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.
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|
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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.
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|
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.
|
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|
|
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.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT II
|
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SCENE II Rome. The house of LEPIDUS.
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|
|
[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS]
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|
LEPIDUS Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
|
|
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
|
|
To soft and gentle speech.
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|
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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.
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LEPIDUS 'Tis not a time
|
|
For private stomaching.
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|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Every time
|
|
Serves for the matter that is then born in't.
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LEPIDUS But small to greater matters must give way.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Not if the small come first.
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LEPIDUS Your speech is passion:
|
|
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
|
|
The noble Antony.
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|
|
[Enter MARK ANTONY and VENTIDIUS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And yonder, Caesar.
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|
|
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA]
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|
MARK ANTONY If we compose well here, to Parthia:
|
|
Hark, Ventidius.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I do not know,
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Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
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LEPIDUS Noble friends,
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That which combined us was most great, and let not
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A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
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May it be gently heard: when we debate
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Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
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Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
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The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
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Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
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Nor curstness grow to the matter.
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MARK ANTONY 'Tis spoken well.
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Were we before our armies, and to fight.
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I should do thus.
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[Flourish]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Welcome to Rome.
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MARK ANTONY Thank you.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Sit.
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MARK ANTONY Sit, sir.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Nay, then.
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MARK ANTONY I learn, you take things ill which are not so,
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Or being, concern you not.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I must be laugh'd at,
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If, or for nothing or a little, I
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Should say myself offended, and with you
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Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should
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Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
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It not concern'd me.
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MARK ANTONY My being in Egypt, Caesar,
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What was't to you?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR No more than my residing here at Rome
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Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
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Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
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Might be my question.
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MARK ANTONY How intend you, practised?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
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By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
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Made wars upon me; and their contestation
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Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
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MARK ANTONY You do mistake your business; my brother never
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Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
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And have my learning from some true reports,
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That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
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Discredit my authority with yours;
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And make the wars alike against my stomach,
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Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
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Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
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As matter whole you have not to make it with,
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It must not be with this.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR You praise yourself
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By laying defects of judgment to me; but
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You patch'd up your excuses.
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MARK ANTONY Not so, not so;
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I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
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Very necessity of this thought, that I,
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Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
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Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
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Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
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I would you had her spirit in such another:
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The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
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You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Would we had all such wives, that the men might go
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to wars with the women!
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MARK ANTONY So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
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Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
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Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
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Did you too much disquiet: for that you must
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But say, I could not help it.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I wrote to you
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When rioting in Alexandria; you
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Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
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Did gibe my missive out of audience.
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MARK ANTONY Sir,
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He fell upon me ere admitted: then
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Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
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Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
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I told him of myself; which was as much
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As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
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Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
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Out of our question wipe him.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR You have broken
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The article of your oath; which you shall never
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Have tongue to charge me with.
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LEPIDUS Soft, Caesar!
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MARK ANTONY No,
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Lepidus, let him speak:
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The honour is sacred which he talks on now,
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Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar;
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The article of my oath.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
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The which you both denied.
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MARK ANTONY Neglected, rather;
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And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
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From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
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I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
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Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
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Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
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To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
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For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
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So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
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To stoop in such a case.
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LEPIDUS 'Tis noble spoken.
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MECAENAS If it might please you, to enforce no further
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The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
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Were to remember that the present need
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Speaks to atone you.
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LEPIDUS Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
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instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
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Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
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wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
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MARK ANTONY Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
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MARK ANTONY You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Go to, then; your considerate stone.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I do not much dislike the matter, but
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The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
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We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
|
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So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
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What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
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O' the world I would pursue it.
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AGRIPPA Give me leave, Caesar,--
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Speak, Agrippa.
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AGRIPPA Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
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Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
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Is now a widower.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Say not so, Agrippa:
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If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
|
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Were well deserved of rashness.
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MARK ANTONY I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
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Agrippa further speak.
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AGRIPPA To hold you in perpetual amity,
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To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
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With an unslipping knot, take Antony
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Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
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|
No worse a husband than the best of men;
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Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
|
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That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
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All little jealousies, which now seem great,
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And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
|
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Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
|
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Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
|
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Would, each to other and all loves to both,
|
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Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
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For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
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By duty ruminated.
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MARK ANTONY Will Caesar speak?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
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With what is spoke already.
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MARK ANTONY What power is in Agrippa,
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If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,'
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To make this good?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR The power of Caesar, and
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His power unto Octavia.
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MARK ANTONY May I never
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|
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!
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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!
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LEPIDUS Happily, amen!
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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.
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LEPIDUS Time calls upon's:
|
|
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
|
|
Or else he seeks out us.
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MARK ANTONY Where lies he?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR About the mount Misenum.
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MARK ANTONY What is his strength by land?
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|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Great and increasing: but by sea
|
|
He is an absolute master.
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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.
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR With most gladness:
|
|
And do invite you to my sister's view,
|
|
Whither straight I'll lead you.
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MARK ANTONY Let us, Lepidus,
|
|
Not lack your company.
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LEPIDUS Noble Antony,
|
|
Not sickness should detain me.
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[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY,
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|
and LEPIDUS]
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MECAENAS Welcome from Egypt, sir.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
|
|
honourable friend, Agrippa!
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|
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AGRIPPA Good Enobarbus!
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|
MECAENAS We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
|
|
digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
|
|
made the night light with drinking.
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|
|
|
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.
|
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|
|
[Exeunt]
|
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|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT II
|
|
|
|
SCENE III The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
|
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|
|
[Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between
|
|
them, and Attendants]
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
[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!
|
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|
|
MARK ANTONY If you can, your reason?
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
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:
|
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|
|
[Exit Soothsayer]
|
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|
|
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]
|
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|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT II
|
|
|
|
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.
|
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|
|
MECAENAS |
|
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| Sir, good success!
|
|
AGRIPPA |
|
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|
|
LEPIDUS Farewell.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT II
|
|
|
|
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,
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The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
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Down thy ill-uttering throat.
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Messenger Good madam, hear me.
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CLEOPATRA Well, go to, I will;
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But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
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Be free and healthful,--so tart a favour
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To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
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Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
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Not like a formal man.
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Messenger Will't please you hear me?
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CLEOPATRA I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
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Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well,
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Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,
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I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
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Rich pearls upon thee.
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Messenger Madam, he's well.
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CLEOPATRA Well said.
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Messenger And friends with Caesar.
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CLEOPATRA Thou'rt an honest man.
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Messenger Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
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CLEOPATRA Make thee a fortune from me.
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Messenger But yet, madam,--
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CLEOPATRA I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
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The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
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'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
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Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
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Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
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The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
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In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
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Messenger Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
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He's bound unto Octavia.
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CLEOPATRA For what good turn?
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Messenger For the best turn i' the bed.
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CLEOPATRA I am pale, Charmian.
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Messenger Madam, he's married to Octavia.
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CLEOPATRA The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
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[Strikes him down]
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Messenger Good madam, patience.
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CLEOPATRA What say you? Hence,
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[Strikes him again]
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Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
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Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
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[She hales him up and down]
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Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
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Smarting in lingering pickle.
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Messenger Gracious madam,
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I that do bring the news made not the match.
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CLEOPATRA Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
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And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
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Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
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And I will boot thee with what gift beside
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Thy modesty can beg.
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Messenger He's married, madam.
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CLEOPATRA Rogue, thou hast lived too long.
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[Draws a knife]
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Messenger Nay, then I'll run.
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What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
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[Exit]
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CHARMIAN Good madam, keep yourself within yourself:
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The man is innocent.
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CLEOPATRA Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
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Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
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Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:
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Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.
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CHARMIAN He is afeard to come.
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CLEOPATRA I will not hurt him.
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[Exit CHARMIAN]
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These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
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A meaner than myself; since I myself
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Have given myself the cause.
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[Re-enter CHARMIAN and Messenger]
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Come hither, sir.
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Though it be honest, it is never good
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To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
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An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
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Themselves when they be felt.
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Messenger I have done my duty.
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CLEOPATRA Is he married?
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I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
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If thou again say 'Yes.'
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Messenger He's married, madam.
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CLEOPATRA The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
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Messenger Should I lie, madam?
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CLEOPATRA O, I would thou didst,
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So half my Egypt were submerged and made
|
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A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
|
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Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
|
|
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
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Messenger I crave your highness' pardon.
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CLEOPATRA He is married?
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Messenger Take no offence that I would not offend you:
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To punish me for what you make me do.
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Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia.
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CLEOPATRA O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
|
|
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
|
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The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
|
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Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
|
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And be undone by 'em!
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[Exit Messenger]
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CHARMIAN Good your highness, patience.
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CLEOPATRA In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
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CHARMIAN Many times, madam.
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CLEOPATRA I am paid for't now.
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Lead me from hence:
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I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
|
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Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
|
|
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
|
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Her inclination, let him not leave out
|
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The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
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[Exit ALEXAS]
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Let him for ever go:--let him not--Charmian,
|
|
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
|
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The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
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[To MARDIAN]
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Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
|
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But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT II
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SCENE VI Near Misenum.
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[Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door,
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with drum and trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR,
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|
MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS,
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with Soldiers marching]
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POMPEY Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
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And we shall talk before we fight.
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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.
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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.
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Take your time.
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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.
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|
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|
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.
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|
LEPIDUS Be pleased to tell us--
|
|
For this is from the present--how you take
|
|
The offers we have sent you.
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|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR There's the point.
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|
MARK ANTONY Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
|
|
What it is worth embraced.
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|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR And what may follow,
|
|
To try a larger fortune.
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|
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.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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MARK ANTONY | That's our offer.
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LEPIDUS |
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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.
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|
|
|
POMPEY Let me have your hand:
|
|
I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
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|
|
|
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.
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LEPIDUS Well met here.
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|
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POMPEY I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
|
|
I crave our composition may be written,
|
|
And seal'd between us.
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|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR That's the next to do.
|
|
|
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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.
|
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|
|
POMPEY Then so much have I heard:
|
|
And I have heard, Apollodorus carried--
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|
|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS No more of that: he did so.
|
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|
|
POMPEY What, I pray you?
|
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|
|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
|
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|
|
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?
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|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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|
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MARK ANTONY | Show us the way, sir.
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LEPIDUS |
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POMPEY Come.
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|
[Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS]
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|
MENAS [Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
|
|
made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir.
|
|
|
|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS At sea, I think.
|
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|
|
MENAS We have, sir.
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|
|
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?
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT II
|
|
|
|
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.
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POMPEY How should that be?
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MENAS But entertain it,
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And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
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Will give thee all the world.
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POMPEY Hast thou drunk well?
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MENAS Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
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Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
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Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
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Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
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POMPEY Show me which way.
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MENAS These three world-sharers, these competitors,
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Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;
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And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
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All there is thine.
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POMPEY Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
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And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;
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In thee't had been good service. Thou must know,
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'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
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Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
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Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,
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I should have found it afterwards well done;
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But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
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MENAS [Aside] For this,
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I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.
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Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
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Shall never find it more.
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POMPEY This health to Lepidus!
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MARK ANTONY Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Here's to thee, Menas!
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MENAS Enobarbus, welcome!
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POMPEY Fill till the cup be hid.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS There's a strong fellow, Menas.
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[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS]
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MENAS Why?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st
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not?
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MENAS The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
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That it might go on wheels!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Drink thou; increase the reels.
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MENAS Come.
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POMPEY This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
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MARK ANTONY It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
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Here is to Caesar!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I could well forbear't.
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It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
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And it grows fouler.
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MARK ANTONY Be a child o' the time.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Possess it, I'll make answer:
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But I had rather fast from all four days
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Than drink so much in one.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Ha, my brave emperor!
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[To MARK ANTONY]
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Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
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And celebrate our drink?
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POMPEY Let's ha't, good soldier.
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MARK ANTONY Come, let's all take hands,
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Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
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In soft and delicate Lethe.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS All take hands.
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Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
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The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing;
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The holding every man shall bear as loud
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As his strong sides can volley.
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[Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them
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hand in hand]
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THE SONG.
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Come, thou monarch of the vine,
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Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
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In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
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With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
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Cup us, till the world go round,
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Cup us, till the world go round!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
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Let me request you off: our graver business
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Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
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You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb
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Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
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Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
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Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
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Good Antony, your hand.
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POMPEY I'll try you on the shore.
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MARK ANTONY And shall, sir; give's your hand.
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POMPEY O Antony,
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You have my father's house,--But, what? we are friends.
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Come, down into the boat.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Take heed you fall not.
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[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS]
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Menas, I'll not on shore.
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MENAS No, to my cabin.
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These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
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Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
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To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
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[Sound a flourish, with drums]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Ho! says a' There's my cap.
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MENAS Ho! Noble captain, come.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE I A plain in Syria.
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[Enter VENTIDIUS as it were in triumph, with SILIUS,
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and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead
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body of PACORUS borne before him]
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VENTIDIUS Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
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Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
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Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
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Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
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Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
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SILIUS Noble Ventidius,
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Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
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The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
|
|
Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
|
|
The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
|
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Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and
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Put garlands on thy head.
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VENTIDIUS O Silius, Silius,
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I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
|
|
May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
|
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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
|
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More in their officer than person: Sossius,
|
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One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
|
|
For quick accumulation of renown,
|
|
Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
|
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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.
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SILIUS Thou hast, Ventidius,
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that
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Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
|
|
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony!
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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
|
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We have jaded out o' the field.
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SILIUS Where is he now?
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VENTIDIUS He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste
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The weight we must convey with's will permit,
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We shall appear before him. On there; pass along!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE II Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
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|
[Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
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|
at another]
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AGRIPPA What, are the brothers parted?
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|
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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.
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AGRIPPA 'Tis a noble Lepidus.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
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AGRIPPA Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
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AGRIPPA What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
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AGRIPPA O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
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|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.
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|
AGRIPPA Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
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|
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
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|
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.
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|
|
AGRIPPA Both he loves.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS They are his shards, and he their beetle.
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|
|
[Trumpets within]
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So;
|
|
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
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|
AGRIPPA Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
|
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|
|
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA]
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MARK ANTONY No further, sir.
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|
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.
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|
|
|
MARK ANTONY Make me not offended
|
|
In your distrust.
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|
|
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?
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|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
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,--
|
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|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
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?
|
|
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EROS He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns
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The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool Lepidus!'
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And threats the throat of that his officer
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That murder'd Pompey.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Our great navy's rigg'd.
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EROS For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
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My lord desires you presently: my news
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I might have told hereafter.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS 'Twill be naught:
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But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
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EROS Come, sir.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE VI Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
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In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
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I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
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Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
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Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
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Caesarion, whom they call my father's son,
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And all the unlawful issue that their lust
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Since then hath made between them. Unto her
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He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
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Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
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Absolute queen.
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MECAENAS This in the public eye?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
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His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
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Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
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He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
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Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
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In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
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That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
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As 'tis reported, so.
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MECAENAS Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
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AGRIPPA Who, queasy with his insolence
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Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR The people know it; and have now received
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His accusations.
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AGRIPPA Who does he accuse?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
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Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
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His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
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Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets
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That Lepidus of the triumvirate
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Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain
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All his revenue.
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AGRIPPA Sir, this should be answer'd.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
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I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
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That he his high authority abused,
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And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
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I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
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And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
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Demand the like.
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MECAENAS He'll never yield to that.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
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[Enter OCTAVIA with her train]
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OCTAVIA Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR That ever I should call thee castaway!
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OCTAVIA You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
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Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
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Should have an army for an usher, and
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The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
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Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way
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Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
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Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
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Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
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Raised by your populous troops: but you are come
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A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
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The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
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Is often left unloved; we should have met you
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By sea and land; supplying every stage
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With an augmented greeting.
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OCTAVIA Good my lord,
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To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
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On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
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Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
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My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
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His pardon for return.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Which soon he granted,
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Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
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OCTAVIA Do not say so, my lord.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR I have eyes upon him,
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And his affairs come to me on the wind.
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Where is he now?
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OCTAVIA My lord, in Athens.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
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Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
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Up to a whore; who now are levying
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The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
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Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
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Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
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Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
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King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
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Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
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Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
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The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
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With a more larger list of sceptres.
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OCTAVIA Ay me, most wretched,
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That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
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That do afflict each other!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Welcome hither:
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Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
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Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led,
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And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
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Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
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O'er your content these strong necessities;
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But let determined things to destiny
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Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
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Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
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Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
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To do you justice, make them ministers
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Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
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And ever welcome to us.
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AGRIPPA Welcome, lady.
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MECAENAS Welcome, dear madam.
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Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
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Only the adulterous Antony, most large
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In his abominations, turns you off;
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And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
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That noises it against us.
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OCTAVIA Is it so, sir?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
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Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE VII Near Actium. MARK ANTONY's camp.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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CLEOPATRA I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS But why, why, why?
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CLEOPATRA Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
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And say'st it is not fit.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Well, is it, is it?
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CLEOPATRA If not denounced against us, why should not we
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Be there in person?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] Well, I could reply:
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If we should serve with horse and mares together,
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The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
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A soldier and his horse.
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CLEOPATRA What is't you say?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
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Take from his heart, take from his brain,
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from's time,
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What should not then be spared. He is already
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Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
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That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
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Manage this war.
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CLEOPATRA Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
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That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
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And, as the president of my kingdom, will
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Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
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I will not stay behind.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Nay, I have done.
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Here comes the emperor.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY and CANIDIUS]
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MARK ANTONY Is it not strange, Canidius,
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That from Tarentum and Brundusium
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He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
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And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
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CLEOPATRA Celerity is never more admired
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Than by the negligent.
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MARK ANTONY A good rebuke,
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Which might have well becomed the best of men,
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To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
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Will fight with him by sea.
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CLEOPATRA By sea! what else?
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CANIDIUS Why will my lord do so?
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MARK ANTONY For that he dares us to't.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
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CANIDIUS Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
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Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
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Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
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And so should you.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Your ships are not well mann'd;
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Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
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Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
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Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
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Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
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Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
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Being prepared for land.
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MARK ANTONY By sea, by sea.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
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The absolute soldiership you have by land;
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Distract your army, which doth most consist
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Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
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Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
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The way which promises assurance; and
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Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
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From firm security.
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MARK ANTONY I'll fight at sea.
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CLEOPATRA I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
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MARK ANTONY Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
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And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
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Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
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We then can do't at land.
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[Enter a Messenger]
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Thy business?
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Messenger The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
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Caesar has taken Toryne.
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MARK ANTONY Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
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Strange that power should be. Canidius,
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Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
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And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship:
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Away, my Thetis!
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[Enter a Soldier]
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How now, worthy soldier?
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Soldier O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
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Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
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This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
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And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
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Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
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And fighting foot to foot.
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MARK ANTONY Well, well: away!
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[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, QUEEN CLEOPATRA, and DOMITIUS
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ENOBARBUS]
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Soldier By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
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CANIDIUS Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
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Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
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And we are women's men.
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Soldier You keep by land
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The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
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CANIDIUS Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
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Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
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But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
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Carries beyond belief.
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Soldier While he was yet in Rome,
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His power went out in such distractions as
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Beguiled all spies.
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CANIDIUS Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
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Soldier They say, one Taurus.
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CANIDIUS Well I know the man.
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[Enter a Messenger]
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Messenger The emperor calls Canidius.
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CANIDIUS With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
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Each minute, some.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE VIII A plain near Actium.
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and TAURUS, with his army, marching]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Taurus!
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TAURUS My lord?
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
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Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
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The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies
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Upon this jump.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE IX Another part of the plain.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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MARK ANTONY Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
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In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place
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We may the number of the ships behold,
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And so proceed accordingly.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE X Another part of the plain.
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[CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over
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the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of OCTAVIUS
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CAESAR, the other way. After their going in, is
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heard the noise of a sea-fight]
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[Alarum. Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
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The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
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With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
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To see't mine eyes are blasted.
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[Enter SCARUS]
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SCARUS Gods and goddesses,
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All the whole synod of them!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's thy passion!
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SCARUS The greater cantle of the world is lost
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With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
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Kingdoms and provinces.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS How appears the fight?
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SCARUS On our side like the token'd pestilence,
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Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,--
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Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight,
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When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
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Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
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The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
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Hoists sails and flies.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS That I beheld:
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Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
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Endure a further view.
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SCARUS She once being loof'd,
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The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
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Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
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Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
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I never saw an action of such shame;
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Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
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Did violate so itself.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Alack, alack!
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[Enter CANIDIUS]
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CANIDIUS Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
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And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
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Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
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O, he has given example for our flight,
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Most grossly, by his own!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Ay, are you thereabouts?
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Why, then, good night indeed.
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CANIDIUS Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
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SCARUS 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
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What further comes.
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CANIDIUS To Caesar will I render
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My legions and my horse: six kings already
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Show me the way of yielding.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I'll yet follow
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The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
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Sits in the wind against me.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE XI Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY with Attendants]
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MARK ANTONY Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;
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It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither:
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I am so lated in the world, that I
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Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
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Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
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And make your peace with Caesar.
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All Fly! not we.
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MARK ANTONY I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
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To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
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I have myself resolved upon a course
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Which has no need of you; be gone:
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My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
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I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
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My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
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Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
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For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you shall
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Have letters from me to some friends that will
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Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
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Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
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Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
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Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway:
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I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
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Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now:
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Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
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Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by.
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[Sits down]
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[Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS
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following]
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EROS Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
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IRAS Do, most dear queen.
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CHARMIAN Do! why: what else?
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CLEOPATRA Let me sit down. O Juno!
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MARK ANTONY No, no, no, no, no.
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EROS See you here, sir?
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MARK ANTONY O fie, fie, fie!
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CHARMIAN Madam!
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IRAS Madam, O good empress!
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EROS Sir, sir,--
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MARK ANTONY Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
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His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
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The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
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That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
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Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had
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In the brave squares of war: yet now--No matter.
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CLEOPATRA Ah, stand by.
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EROS The queen, my lord, the queen.
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IRAS Go to him, madam, speak to him:
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He is unqualitied with very shame.
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CLEOPATRA Well then, sustain him: O!
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EROS Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
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Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but
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Your comfort makes the rescue.
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MARK ANTONY I have offended reputation,
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A most unnoble swerving.
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EROS Sir, the queen.
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MARK ANTONY O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
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How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
|
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By looking back what I have left behind
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'Stroy'd in dishonour.
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CLEOPATRA O my lord, my lord,
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Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
|
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You would have follow'd.
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MARK ANTONY Egypt, thou knew'st too well
|
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My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
|
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And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
|
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Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
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Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
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Command me.
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CLEOPATRA O, my pardon!
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MARK ANTONY Now I must
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To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
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And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
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With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
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Making and marring fortunes. You did know
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How much you were my conqueror; and that
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My sword, made weak by my affection, would
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Obey it on all cause.
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CLEOPATRA Pardon, pardon!
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MARK ANTONY Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
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All that is won and lost: give me a kiss;
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Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
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Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
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Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
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We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE XII Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Let him appear that's come from Antony.
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Know you him?
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DOLABELLA Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
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An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
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He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
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Which had superfluous kings for messengers
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Not many moons gone by.
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[Enter EUPHRONIUS, ambassador from MARK ANTONY]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Approach, and speak.
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EUPHRONIUS Such as I am, I come from Antony:
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I was of late as petty to his ends
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As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf
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To his grand sea.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Be't so: declare thine office.
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EUPHRONIUS Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
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Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
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He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
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To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
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A private man in Athens: this for him.
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Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
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Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
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The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
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Now hazarded to thy grace.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR For Antony,
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I have no ears to his request. The queen
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Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
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From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
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Or take his life there: this if she perform,
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She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
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EUPHRONIUS Fortune pursue thee!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Bring him through the bands.
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[Exit EUPHRONIUS]
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[To THYREUS] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;
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From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
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And in our name, what she requires; add more,
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From thine invention, offers: women are not
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In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
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The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus;
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Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
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Will answer as a law.
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THYREUS Caesar, I go.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
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And what thou think'st his very action speaks
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In every power that moves.
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THYREUS Caesar, I shall.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT III
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SCENE XIII Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS]
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CLEOPATRA What shall we do, Enobarbus?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Think, and die.
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CLEOPATRA Is Antony or we in fault for this?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Antony only, that would make his will
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Lord of his reason. What though you fled
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From that great face of war, whose several ranges
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Frighted each other? why should he follow?
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The itch of his affection should not then
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Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
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When half to half the world opposed, he being
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The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
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Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
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And leave his navy gazing.
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CLEOPATRA Prithee, peace.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador]
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MARK ANTONY Is that his answer?
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EUPHRONIUS Ay, my lord.
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MARK ANTONY The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
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Will yield us up.
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EUPHRONIUS He says so.
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MARK ANTONY Let her know't.
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To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
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And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
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With principalities.
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CLEOPATRA That head, my lord?
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MARK ANTONY To him again: tell him he wears the rose
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Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
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Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
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May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
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Under the service of a child as soon
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As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
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To lay his gay comparisons apart,
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And answer me declined, sword against sword,
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Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
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[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
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Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
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Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are
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A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
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Do draw the inward quality after them,
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To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
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Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
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Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
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His judgment too.
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[Enter an Attendant]
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Attendant A messenger from CAESAR.
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CLEOPATRA What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
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Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
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That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
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[Exit Attendant]
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
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The loyalty well held to fools does make
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Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
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To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
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Does conquer him that did his master conquer
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And earns a place i' the story.
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[Enter THYREUS]
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CLEOPATRA Caesar's will?
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THYREUS Hear it apart.
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CLEOPATRA None but friends: say boldly.
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THYREUS So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
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Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
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Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
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Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.
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THYREUS So.
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Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
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Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
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Further than he is Caesar.
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CLEOPATRA Go on: right royal.
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THYREUS He knows that you embrace not Antony
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As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
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CLEOPATRA O!
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THYREUS The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
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Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
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Not as deserved.
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CLEOPATRA He is a god, and knows
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What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
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But conquer'd merely.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] To be sure of that,
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I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
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That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
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Thy dearest quit thee.
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[Exit]
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THYREUS Shall I say to Caesar
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What you require of him? for he partly begs
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To be desired to give. It much would please him,
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That of his fortunes you should make a staff
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To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
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To hear from me you had left Antony,
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And put yourself under his shrowd,
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The universal landlord.
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CLEOPATRA What's your name?
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THYREUS My name is Thyreus.
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CLEOPATRA Most kind messenger,
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Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
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I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
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To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
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Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
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The doom of Egypt.
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THYREUS 'Tis your noblest course.
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Wisdom and fortune combating together,
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If that the former dare but what it can,
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No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
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My duty on your hand.
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CLEOPATRA Your Caesar's father oft,
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When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
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Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
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As it rain'd kisses.
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[Re-enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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MARK ANTONY Favours, by Jove that thunders!
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What art thou, fellow?
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THYREUS One that but performs
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The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
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To have command obey'd.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] You will be whipp'd.
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MARK ANTONY Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods
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and devils!
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Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
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Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
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And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
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Antony yet.
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[Enter Attendants]
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Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
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Than with an old one dying.
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MARK ANTONY Moon and stars!
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Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
|
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That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
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So saucy with the hand of she here,--what's her name,
|
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Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
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Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
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And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
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THYREUS Mark Antony!
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MARK ANTONY Tug him away: being whipp'd,
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Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
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Bear us an errand to him.
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[Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS]
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You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
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Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
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Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
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And by a gem of women, to be abused
|
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By one that looks on feeders?
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CLEOPATRA Good my lord,--
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MARK ANTONY You have been a boggler ever:
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But when we in our viciousness grow hard--
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O misery on't!--the wise gods seel our eyes;
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In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
|
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Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
|
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To our confusion.
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CLEOPATRA O, is't come to this?
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MARK ANTONY I found you as a morsel cold upon
|
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Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
|
|
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
|
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Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
|
|
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
|
|
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
|
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You know not what it is.
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CLEOPATRA Wherefore is this?
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MARK ANTONY To let a fellow that will take rewards
|
|
And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
|
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My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
|
|
And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
|
|
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
|
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The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
|
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And to proclaim it civilly, were like
|
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A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
|
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For being yare about him.
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[Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS]
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Is he whipp'd?
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First Attendant Soundly, my lord.
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MARK ANTONY Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
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|
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First Attendant He did ask favour.
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MARK ANTONY If that thy father live, let him repent
|
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Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
|
|
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
|
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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
|
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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;
|
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And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
|
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When my good stars, that were my former guides,
|
|
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
|
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Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
|
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My speech and what is done, tell him he has
|
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Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
|
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He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
|
|
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
|
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Hence with thy stripes, begone!
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[Exit THYREUS]
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CLEOPATRA Have you done yet?
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MARK ANTONY Alack, our terrene moon
|
|
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
|
|
The fall of Antony!
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CLEOPATRA I must stay his time.
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MARK ANTONY To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
|
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With one that ties his points?
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CLEOPATRA Not know me yet?
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MARK ANTONY Cold-hearted toward me?
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CLEOPATRA Ah, dear, if I be so,
|
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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!
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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
|
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To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
|
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I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
|
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There's hope in't yet.
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CLEOPATRA That's my brave lord!
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MARK ANTONY I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
|
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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
|
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All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
|
|
Let's mock the midnight bell.
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CLEOPATRA It is my birth-day:
|
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I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
|
|
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
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|
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MARK ANTONY We will yet do well.
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|
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CLEOPATRA Call all his noble captains to my lord.
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|
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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,
|
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I'll make death love me; for I will contend
|
|
Even with his pestilent scythe.
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[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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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,
|
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A diminution in our captain's brain
|
|
Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
|
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It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
|
|
Some way to leave him.
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[Exit]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE I Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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|
|
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with
|
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his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter]
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|
|
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.
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|
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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.
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|
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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!
|
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|
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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|
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ACT IV
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|
|
SCENE II Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
|
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|
|
[Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS,
|
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CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others]
|
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|
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MARK ANTONY He will not fight with me, Domitius.
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|
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS No.
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|
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MARK ANTONY Why should he not?
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|
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
|
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He is twenty men to one.
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|
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MARK ANTONY To-morrow, soldier,
|
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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?
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|
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
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|
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MARK ANTONY Well said; come on.
|
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Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
|
|
Be bounteous at our meal.
|
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|
|
[Enter three or four Servitors]
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|
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Give me thy hand,
|
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Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;--
|
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Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well,
|
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And kings have been your fellows.
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CLEOPATRA [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd
|
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tricks which sorrow shoots
|
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Out of the mind.
|
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|
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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.
|
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|
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All The gods forbid!
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|
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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.
|
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CLEOPATRA [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep.
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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
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You'll serve another master. I look on you
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As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
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I turn you not away; but, like a master
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Married to your good service, stay till death:
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Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
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And the gods yield you for't!
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What mean you, sir,
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To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
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And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
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Transform us not to women.
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MARK ANTONY Ho, ho, ho!
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Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
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Grace grow where those drops fall!
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My hearty friends,
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You take me in too dolorous a sense;
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For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
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To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
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I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
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Where rather I'll expect victorious life
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Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
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And drown consideration.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE III The same. Before the palace.
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[Enter two Soldiers to their guard]
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First Soldier Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
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Second Soldier It will determine one way: fare you well.
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Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
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First Soldier Nothing. What news?
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Second Soldier Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
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First Soldier Well, sir, good night.
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[Enter two other Soldiers]
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Second Soldier Soldiers, have careful watch.
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Third Soldier And you. Good night, good night.
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[They place themselves in every corner of the stage]
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Fourth Soldier Here we: and if to-morrow
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Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
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Our landmen will stand up.
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Third Soldier 'Tis a brave army,
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And full of purpose.
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[Music of the hautboys as under the stage]
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Fourth Soldier Peace! what noise?
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First Soldier List, list!
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Second Soldier Hark!
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First Soldier Music i' the air.
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Third Soldier Under the earth.
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Fourth Soldier It signs well, does it not?
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Third Soldier No.
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First Soldier Peace, I say!
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What should this mean?
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Second Soldier 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
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Now leaves him.
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First Soldier Walk; let's see if other watchmen
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Do hear what we do?
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[They advance to another post]
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Second Soldier How now, masters!
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All [Speaking together] How now!
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How now! do you hear this?
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First Soldier Ay; is't not strange?
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Third Soldier Do you hear, masters? do you hear?
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First Soldier Follow the noise so far as we have quarter;
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Let's see how it will give off.
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All Content. 'Tis strange.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE IV The same. A room in the palace.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and
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others attending]
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MARK ANTONY Eros! mine armour, Eros!
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CLEOPATRA Sleep a little.
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MARK ANTONY No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
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[Enter EROS with armour]
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Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
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If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
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Because we brave her: come.
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CLEOPATRA Nay, I'll help too.
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What's this for?
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MARK ANTONY Ah, let be, let be! thou art
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The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
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CLEOPATRA Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
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MARK ANTONY Well, well;
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We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
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Go put on thy defences.
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EROS Briefly, sir.
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CLEOPATRA Is not this buckled well?
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MARK ANTONY Rarely, rarely:
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He that unbuckles this, till we do please
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To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
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Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
|
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More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love,
|
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That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
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The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
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A workman in't.
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[Enter an armed Soldier]
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Good morrow to thee; welcome:
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Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
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To business that we love we rise betime,
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And go to't with delight.
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Soldier A thousand, sir,
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Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
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And at the port expect you.
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[Shout. Trumpets flourish]
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[Enter Captains and Soldiers]
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Captain The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
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All Good morrow, general.
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MARK ANTONY 'Tis well blown, lads:
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This morning, like the spirit of a youth
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That means to be of note, begins betimes.
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So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
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Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
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This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
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[Kisses her]
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And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
|
|
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
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Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
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Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
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[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers]
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CHARMIAN Please you, retire to your chamber.
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CLEOPATRA Lead me.
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He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
|
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Determine this great war in single fight!
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Then Antony,--but now--Well, on.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE V Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.
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|
[Trumpets sound. Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS; a
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Soldier meeting them]
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Soldier The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
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MARK ANTONY Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
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To make me fight at land!
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Soldier Hadst thou done so,
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The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
|
|
That has this morning left thee, would have still
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Follow'd thy heels.
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MARK ANTONY Who's gone this morning?
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Soldier Who!
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One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus,
|
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He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
|
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Say 'I am none of thine.'
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MARK ANTONY What say'st thou?
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Soldier Sir,
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He is with Caesar.
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EROS Sir, his chests and treasure
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He has not with him.
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MARK ANTONY Is he gone?
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Soldier Most certain.
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MARK ANTONY Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
|
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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!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE VI Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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|
[Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with
|
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, and others]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
|
|
Our will is Antony be took alive;
|
|
Make it so known.
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|
|
AGRIPPA Caesar, I shall.
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|
|
[Exit]
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|
|
|
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.
|
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|
|
[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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]
|
|
|
|
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
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[Exit SCARUS]
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O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
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Fortune and Antony part here; even here
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Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
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That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
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Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
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On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
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That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
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O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,--
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Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
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Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,--
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Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
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Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
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What, Eros, Eros!
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[Enter CLEOPATRA]
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Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
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CLEOPATRA Why is my lord enraged against his love?
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MARK ANTONY Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
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And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
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And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
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Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
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Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
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For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
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Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
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With her prepared nails.
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[Exit CLEOPATRA]
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'Tis well thou'rt gone,
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If it be well to live; but better 'twere
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Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
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Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
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The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
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Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
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Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
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And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
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Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
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To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
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Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!
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[Exit]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE XIII Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]
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CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
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Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
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Was never so emboss'd.
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CHARMIAN To the monument!
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There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
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The soul and body rive not more in parting
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Than greatness going off.
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CLEOPATRA To the monument!
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Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
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Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
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And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
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And bring me how he takes my death.
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To the monument!
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE XIV The same. Another room.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS]
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MARK ANTONY Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
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EROS Ay, noble lord.
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MARK ANTONY Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
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A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
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A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
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A forked mountain, or blue promontory
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With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
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And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen
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these signs;
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They are black vesper's pageants.
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EROS Ay, my lord,
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MARK ANTONY That which is now a horse, even with a thought
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The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
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As water is in water.
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EROS It does, my lord.
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MARK ANTONY My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
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Even such a body: here I am Antony:
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Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
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I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,--
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Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
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Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
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A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has
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Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
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Unto an enemy's triumph.
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Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
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Ourselves to end ourselves.
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[Enter MARDIAN]
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O! thy vile lady!
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She has robb'd me of my sword.
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MARDIAN No, Antony;
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My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
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With thine entirely.
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MARK ANTONY Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
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She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
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MARDIAN Death of one person can be paid but once,
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And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do
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Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake
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Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!'
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Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
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The name of Antony; it was divided
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Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
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Thy name so buried in her.
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MARK ANTONY Dead, then?
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MARDIAN Dead.
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MARK ANTONY Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
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And we must sleep.
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[To MARDIAN]
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That thou depart'st hence safe,
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Does pay thy labour richly; go.
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[Exit MARDIAN]
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Off, pluck off:
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The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
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The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
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Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
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Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
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No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go;
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You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
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[Exit EROS]
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I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
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Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
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All length is torture: since the torch is out,
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Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour
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Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
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Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done.
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Eros!--I come, my queen:--Eros!--Stay for me:
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Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
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And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
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Dido and her AEneas shall want troops,
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And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
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[Re-enter EROS]
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EROS What would my lord?
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MARK ANTONY Since Cleopatra died,
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I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
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Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
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Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
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With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
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The courage of a woman; less noble mind
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Than she which by her death our Caesar tells
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'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,
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That, when the exigent should come, which now
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Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
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The inevitable prosecution of
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Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
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Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
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Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
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Put colour in thy cheek.
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EROS The gods withhold me!
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Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
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Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
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MARK ANTONY Eros,
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Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
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Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
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His corrigible neck, his face subdued
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To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
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Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
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His baseness that ensued?
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EROS I would not see't.
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MARK ANTONY Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured.
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Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
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Most useful for thy country.
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EROS O, sir, pardon me!
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MARK ANTONY When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then
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To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
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Or thy precedent services are all
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But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
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EROS Turn from me, then, that noble countenance,
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Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
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MARK ANTONY Lo thee!
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[Turning from him]
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EROS My sword is drawn.
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MARK ANTONY Then let it do at once
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The thing why thou hast drawn it.
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EROS My dear master,
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My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
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Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
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MARK ANTONY 'Tis said, man; and farewell.
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EROS Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
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MARK ANTONY Now, Eros.
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EROS Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
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Of Antony's death.
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[Kills himself]
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MARK ANTONY Thrice-nobler than myself!
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Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
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I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
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Have by their brave instruction got upon me
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A nobleness in record: but I will be
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A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
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As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
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Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
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[Falling on his sword]
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I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
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The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
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[Enter DERCETAS and Guard]
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First Guard What's the noise?
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MARK ANTONY I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
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Of what I have begun.
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Second Guard The star is fall'n.
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First Guard And time is at his period.
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All Alas, and woe!
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MARK ANTONY Let him that loves me strike me dead.
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First Guard Not I.
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Second Guard Nor I.
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Third Guard Nor any one.
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[Exeunt Guard]
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DERCETAS Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
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This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
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Shall enter me with him.
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[Enter DIOMEDES]
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DIOMEDES Where's Antony?
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DERCETAS There, Diomed there.
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DIOMEDES Lives he?
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Wilt thou not answer, man?
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[Exit DERCETAS]
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MARK ANTONY Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
|
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Sufficing strokes for death.
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DIOMEDES Most absolute lord,
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My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
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MARK ANTONY When did she send thee?
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DIOMEDES Now, my lord.
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MARK ANTONY Where is she?
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DIOMEDES Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
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Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw--
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Which never shall be found--you did suspect
|
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She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
|
|
Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
|
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But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
|
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Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
|
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I dread, too late.
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MARK ANTONY Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
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DIOMEDES What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
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Come, your lord calls!
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[Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY]
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MARK ANTONY Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
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'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
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First Guard Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
|
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All your true followers out.
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All Most heavy day!
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MARK ANTONY Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
|
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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:
|
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I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
|
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And have my thanks for all.
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[Exeunt, bearing MARK ANTONY]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT IV
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SCENE XV The same. A monument.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with
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CHARMIAN and IRAS]
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CLEOPATRA O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
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CHARMIAN Be comforted, dear madam.
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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
|
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As that which makes it.
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|
|
[Enter, below, DIOMEDES]
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How now! is he dead?
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DIOMEDES His death's upon him, but not dead.
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Look out o' the other side your monument;
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His guard have brought him thither.
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[Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard]
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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.
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MARK ANTONY Peace!
|
|
Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
|
|
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
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CLEOPATRA So it should be, that none but Antony
|
|
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
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MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
|
|
I here importune death awhile, until
|
|
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
|
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I lay up thy lips.
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CLEOPATRA I dare not, dear,--
|
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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:
|
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Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
|
|
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
|
|
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,--
|
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Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up:
|
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Assist, good friends.
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MARK ANTONY O, quick, or I am gone.
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CLEOPATRA Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
|
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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;
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[They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]
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And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
|
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Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
|
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Thus would I wear them out.
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|
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All A heavy sight!
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MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying:
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Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
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CLEOPATRA No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
|
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That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
|
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Provoked by my offence.
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MARK ANTONY One word, sweet queen:
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Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
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CLEOPATRA They do not go together.
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MARK ANTONY Gentle, hear me:
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None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
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CLEOPATRA My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
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None about Caesar.
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MARK ANTONY The miserable change now at my end
|
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Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
|
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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;
|
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I can no more.
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CLEOPATRA Noblest of men, woo't die?
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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,
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|
|
[MARK ANTONY dies]
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|
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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.
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[Faints]
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CHARMIAN O, quietness, lady!
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IRAS She is dead too, our sovereign.
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CHARMIAN Lady!
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IRAS Madam!
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CHARMIAN O madam, madam, madam!
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IRAS Royal Egypt, Empress!
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CHARMIAN Peace, peace, Iras!
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CLEOPATRA No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
|
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By such poor passion as the maid that milks
|
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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;
|
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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:
|
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We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,
|
|
what's noble,
|
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Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
|
|
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
|
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This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
|
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Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
|
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But resolution, and the briefest end.
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[Exeunt; those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT V
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SCENE I Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
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|
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS,
|
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GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others, his council of war]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
|
|
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
|
|
The pauses that he makes.
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DOLABELLA Caesar, I shall.
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[Exit]
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|
|
[Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
|
|
Appear thus to us?
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DERCETAS I am call'd Dercetas;
|
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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,
|
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I yield thee up my life.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR What is't thou say'st?
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DERCETAS I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
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|
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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.
|
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DERCETAS He is dead, Caesar:
|
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Not by a public minister of justice,
|
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Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
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Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
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Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
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Splitted the heart. This is his sword;
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I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
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With his most noble blood.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Look you sad, friends?
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The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
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To wash the eyes of kings.
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AGRIPPA And strange it is,
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That nature must compel us to lament
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Our most persisted deeds.
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MECAENAS His taints and honours
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Waged equal with him.
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AGRIPPA A rarer spirit never
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Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
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Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
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MECAENAS When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
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He needs must see himself.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR O Antony!
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I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
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Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
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Have shown to thee such a declining day,
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Or look on thine; we could not stall together
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In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
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With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
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That thou, my brother, my competitor
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In top of all design, my mate in empire,
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Friend and companion in the front of war,
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The arm of mine own body, and the heart
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Where mine his thoughts did kindle,--that our stars,
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Unreconciliable, should divide
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Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends--
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But I will tell you at some meeter season:
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[Enter an Egyptian]
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The business of this man looks out of him;
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We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
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Egyptian A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
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Confined in all she has, her monument,
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Of thy intents desires instruction,
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That she preparedly may frame herself
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To the way she's forced to.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Bid her have good heart:
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She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
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How honourable and how kindly we
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Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
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To be ungentle.
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Egyptian So the gods preserve thee!
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[Exit]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
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We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
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The quality of her passion shall require,
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Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
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She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
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Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
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And with your speediest bring us what she says,
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And how you find of her.
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PROCULEIUS Caesar, I shall.
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[Exit]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Gallus, go you along.
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[Exit GALLUS]
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Where's Dolabella,
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To second Proculeius?
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All Dolabella!
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Let him alone, for I remember now
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How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
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Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
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How hardly I was drawn into this war;
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How calm and gentle I proceeded still
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In all my writings: go with me, and see
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What I can show in this.
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[Exeunt]
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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ACT V
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SCENE II Alexandria. A room in the monument.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS]
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CLEOPATRA My desolation does begin to make
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A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
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Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
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A minister of her will: and it is great
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To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
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Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
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Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
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The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
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[Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS,
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GALLUS and Soldiers]
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PROCULEIUS Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;
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And bids thee study on what fair demands
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Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
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CLEOPATRA What's thy name?
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PROCULEIUS My name is Proculeius.
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CLEOPATRA Antony
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Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
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I do not greatly care to be deceived,
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That have no use for trusting. If your master
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Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
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That majesty, to keep decorum, must
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No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
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To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
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He gives me so much of mine own, as I
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Will kneel to him with thanks.
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PROCULEIUS Be of good cheer;
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You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing:
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Make your full reference freely to my lord,
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Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
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On all that need: let me report to him
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Your sweet dependency; and you shall find
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A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
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Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
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CLEOPATRA Pray you, tell him
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I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
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The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
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A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
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Look him i' the face.
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PROCULEIUS This I'll report, dear lady.
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Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
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Of him that caused it.
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GALLUS You see how easily she may be surprised:
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[Here PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend the
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monument by a ladder placed against a window, and,
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having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of
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the Guard unbar and open the gates]
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[To PROCULEIUS and the Guard]
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Guard her till Caesar come.
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[Exit]
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IRAS Royal queen!
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CHARMIAN O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
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CLEOPATRA Quick, quick, good hands.
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[Drawing a dagger]
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PROCULEIUS Hold, worthy lady, hold:
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[Seizes and disarms her]
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Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
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Relieved, but not betray'd.
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CLEOPATRA What, of death too,
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That rids our dogs of languish?
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PROCULEIUS Cleopatra,
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Do not abuse my master's bounty by
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The undoing of yourself: let the world see
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His nobleness well acted, which your death
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Will never let come forth.
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CLEOPATRA Where art thou, death?
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Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
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Worthy many babes and beggars!
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PROCULEIUS O, temperance, lady!
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CLEOPATRA Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
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If idle talk will once be necessary,
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I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,
|
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Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
|
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Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
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Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
|
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Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
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And show me to the shouting varletry
|
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Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
|
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Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
|
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Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
|
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Blow me into abhorring! rather make
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My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
|
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And hang me up in chains!
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PROCULEIUS You do extend
|
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These thoughts of horror further than you shall
|
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Find cause in Caesar.
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[Enter DOLABELLA]
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DOLABELLA Proculeius,
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What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
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And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
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I'll take her to my guard.
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PROCULEIUS So, Dolabella,
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It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
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[To CLEOPATRA]
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To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
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If you'll employ me to him.
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CLEOPATRA Say, I would die.
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[Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers]
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DOLABELLA Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
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CLEOPATRA I cannot tell.
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DOLABELLA Assuredly you know me.
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CLEOPATRA No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
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You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
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Is't not your trick?
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DOLABELLA I understand not, madam.
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CLEOPATRA I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
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O, such another sleep, that I might see
|
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But such another man!
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DOLABELLA If it might please ye,--
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CLEOPATRA His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
|
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A sun and moon, which kept their course,
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and lighted
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The little O, the earth.
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DOLABELLA Most sovereign creature,--
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CLEOPATRA His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
|
|
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
|
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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.
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DOLABELLA Cleopatra!
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CLEOPATRA Think you there was, or might be, such a man
|
|
As this I dream'd of?
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DOLABELLA Gentle madam, no.
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CLEOPATRA You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
|
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But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
|
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It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
|
|
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
|
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And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
|
|
Condemning shadows quite.
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DOLABELLA Hear me, good madam.
|
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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.
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CLEOPATRA I thank you, sir,
|
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Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
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DOLABELLA I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
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CLEOPATRA Nay, pray you, sir,--
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DOLABELLA Though he be honourable,--
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CLEOPATRA He'll lead me, then, in triumph?
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DOLABELLA Madam, he will; I know't.
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|
[Flourish, and shout within, 'Make way there:
|
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Octavius Caesar!']
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|
|
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS,
|
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MECAENAS, SELEUCUS, and others of his Train]
|
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Which is the Queen of Egypt?
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|
|
DOLABELLA It is the emperor, madam.
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|
[CLEOPATRA kneels]
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Arise, you shall not kneel:
|
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I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
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|
|
CLEOPATRA Sir, the gods
|
|
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
|
|
I must obey.
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|
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.
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|
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.
|
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|
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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.
|
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|
|
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.
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|
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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?
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|
|
SELEUCUS Here, madam.
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|
|
CLEOPATRA This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
|
|
Upon his peril, that I have reserved
|
|
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
|
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|
|
SELEUCUS Madam,
|
|
I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
|
|
Speak that which is not.
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|
|
CLEOPATRA What have I kept back?
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|
|
SELEUCUS Enough to purchase what you have made known.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
|
|
Your wisdom in the deed.
|
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|
|
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!
|
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Good queen, let us entreat you.
|
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|
|
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.
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|
|
[To SELEUCUS]
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Forbear, Seleucus.
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|
[Exit SELEUCUS]
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|
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.
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
CLEOPATRA My master, and my lord!
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|
|
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Not so. Adieu.
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|
|
[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and his train]
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|
|
CLEOPATRA He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
|
|
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
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|
|
[Whispers CHARMIAN]
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|
|
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.
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|
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CHARMIAN Madam, I will.
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|
|
[Re-enter DOLABELLA]
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|
|
DOLABELLA Where is the queen?
|
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|
|
CHARMIAN Behold, sir.
|
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|
|
[Exit]
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|
|
CLEOPATRA Dolabella!
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
CLEOPATRA Dolabella,
|
|
I shall remain your debtor.
|
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|
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DOLABELLA I your servant,
|
|
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
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CLEOPATRA Farewell, and thanks.
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|
|
[Exit DOLABELLA]
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|
|
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.
|
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IRAS The gods forbid!
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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.
|
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|
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IRAS O the good gods!
|
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|
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CLEOPATRA Nay, that's certain.
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|
|
IRAS I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
|
|
Are stronger than mine eyes.
|
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|
|
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?
|
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|
|
[Exit IRAS. A noise within]
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|
|
[Enter a Guardsman]
|
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|
|
Guard Here is a rural fellow
|
|
That will not be denied your highness presence:
|
|
He brings you figs.
|
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|
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CLEOPATRA Let him come in.
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|
[Exit Guardsman]
|
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|
|
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]
|
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|
|
Guard This is the man.
|
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|
|
CLEOPATRA Avoid, and leave him.
|
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|
|
[Exit Guardsman]
|
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|
|
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
|
|
That kills and pains not?
|
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Clown Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party
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that should desire you to touch him, for his biting
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is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or
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never recover.
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CLEOPATRA Rememberest thou any that have died on't?
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Clown Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of
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them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman,
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but something given to lie; as a woman should not
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do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the
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biting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she makes
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a very good report o' the worm; but he that will
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believe all that they say, shall never be saved by
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half that they do: but this is most fallible, the
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worm's an odd worm.
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CLEOPATRA Get thee hence; farewell.
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Clown I wish you all joy of the worm.
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[Setting down his basket]
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CLEOPATRA Farewell.
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Clown You must think this, look you, that the worm will
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do his kind.
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CLEOPATRA Ay, ay; farewell.
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Clown Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the
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keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no
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goodness in worm.
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CLEOPATRA Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
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Clown Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is
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not worth the feeding.
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CLEOPATRA Will it eat me?
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Clown You must not think I am so simple but I know the
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devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that a
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woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her
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not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the
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gods great harm in their women; for in every ten
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that they make, the devils mar five.
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CLEOPATRA Well, get thee gone; farewell.
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Clown Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.
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[Exit]
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[Re-enter IRAS with a robe, crown, &c]
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CLEOPATRA Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
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Immortal longings in me: now no more
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The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
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Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
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Antony call; I see him rouse himself
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To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
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The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
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To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
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Now to that name my courage prove my title!
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I am fire and air; my other elements
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I give to baser life. So; have you done?
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Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
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Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
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[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]
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Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
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If thou and nature can so gently part,
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
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Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
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If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
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It is not worth leave-taking.
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CHARMIAN Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
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The gods themselves do weep!
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CLEOPATRA This proves me base:
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If she first meet the curled Antony,
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He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
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Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou
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mortal wretch,
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[To an asp, which she applies to her breast]
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With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
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Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
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Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,
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That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
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Unpolicied!
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CHARMIAN O eastern star!
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CLEOPATRA Peace, peace!
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Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
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That sucks the nurse asleep?
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CHARMIAN O, break! O, break!
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CLEOPATRA As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,--
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O Antony!--Nay, I will take thee too.
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[Applying another asp to her arm]
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What should I stay--
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[Dies]
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CHARMIAN In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
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Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
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A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
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And golden Phoebus never be beheld
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Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
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I'll mend it, and then play.
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[Enter the Guard, rushing in]
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First Guard Where is the queen?
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CHARMIAN Speak softly, wake her not.
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First Guard Caesar hath sent--
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CHARMIAN Too slow a messenger.
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[Applies an asp]
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O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
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First Guard Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
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Second Guard There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
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First Guard What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
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CHARMIAN It is well done, and fitting for a princess
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Descended of so many royal kings.
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Ah, soldier!
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[Dies]
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[Re-enter DOLABELLA]
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DOLABELLA How goes it here?
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Second Guard All dead.
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DOLABELLA Caesar, thy thoughts
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Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
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To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
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So sought'st to hinder.
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[Within 'A way there, a way for Caesar!']
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[Re-enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR and all his train marching]
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DOLABELLA O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
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That you did fear is done.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Bravest at the last,
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She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
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Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
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I do not see them bleed.
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DOLABELLA Who was last with them?
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First Guard A simple countryman, that brought her figs:
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This was his basket.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Poison'd, then.
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First Guard O Caesar,
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This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:
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I found her trimming up the diadem
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On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
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And on the sudden dropp'd.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR O noble weakness!
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If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
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By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
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As she would catch another Antony
|
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In her strong toil of grace.
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DOLABELLA Here, on her breast,
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There is a vent of blood and something blown:
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The like is on her arm.
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First Guard This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
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Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
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Upon the caves of Nile.
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OCTAVIUS CAESAR Most probable
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That so she died; for her physician tells me
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She hath pursued conclusions infinite
|
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Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
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And bear her women from the monument:
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She shall be buried by her Antony:
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No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
|
|
A pair so famous. High events as these
|
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Strike those that make them; and their story is
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|
No less in pity than his glory which
|
|
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
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In solemn show attend this funeral;
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And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
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High order in this great solemnity.
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[Exeunt]
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