ACT I SCENE I. Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO
Nay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles
of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast,
reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the
To cool a gipsy's lust.
Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs
fanning herLook, where they come:
Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
If it be love indeed, tell me how
There's beggary in the love that can be
I'll set a bourn how far to be
Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new
Enter an Attendant
News, my good lord, from Rome.
Grates me: the sum.
Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Take in that kingdom,
and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn
How, my love!
Perchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The
Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
to do thus; when such a mutual pair
EmbracingAnd such a twain can do't, in which I
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.
he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I
am not; Antony
Will be himself.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport
Hear the ambassadors.
Fie, wrangling queen!
every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose
every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee,
fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all
To-night we'll wander through the streets and
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with their train
Is Caesar with Antonius prized so
Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.
I am full sorry
approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at
Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest
SCENE II. The same. Another room.
Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I
this husband, which, you say, must charge his
Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know
In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
Show him your hand.
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra's health to drink.
Good sir, give me good
I make not, but foresee.
Pray, then, foresee me one.
You shall be yet far fairer than you
He means in flesh.
No, you shall paint when you are
Vex not his prescience; be
You shall be more beloving than
I had rather heat my liver with
Nay, hear him.
Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be
to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them
let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of
may do homage: find me to marry me with
Caesar, and companion me with my
You shall outlive the lady whom you
O excellent! I love long life better than
You have seen and proved a fairer former
Than that which is to
Then belike my children shall have no
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I
If every of your wishes had a womb.
And fertile every wish, a million.
Out, fool! I forgive thee for a
You think none but your sheets are privy to your
Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
We'll know all our fortunes.
Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night,
be--drunk to bed.
There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing
E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth
Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot
Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Your fortunes are alike.
But how, but how? give me
I have said.
Am I not an inch of fortune better than
Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
I, where would you choose it?
Not in my husband's nose.
Our worser thoughts heavens mend!
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him
marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech
thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let
follow worse, till the worst of all follow
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold!
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech
Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the
for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome
loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold
foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis,
decorum, and fortune him
Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me
cuckold, they would make themselves whores,
Hush! here comes Antony.
Not he; the queen.
Saw you my lord?
Was he not here?
He was disposed to mirth; but on the
A Roman thought hath struck him.
Seek him, and bring him hither.
Here, at your service. My lord
We will not look upon him: go with us.
Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants
Fulvia thy wife first came into the
Against my brother Lucius?
But soon that war had
end, and the time's state
Made friends of them, joining
their force 'gainst Caesar;
Whose better issue in the
war, from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave
Well, what worst?
The nature of bad news infects the
When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.
This is stiff
news--hath, with his Parthian force,
Extended Asia from
His conquering banner shook from
To Lydia and to Ionia;
Antony, thou wouldst say,--
O, my lord!
Speak to me home, mince not the general
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my
With such full licence as both truth and
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills
Is as our earing. Fare thee well
At your noble pleasure.
From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak
The man from Sicyon,--is there such an
He stays upon your will.
Let him appear.
strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in
Enter another MessengerWhat are
Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Where died she?
Her length of
sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to
know, this bears.
Gives a letter
Exit Second MessengerThere's a great spirit
gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempt doth
often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
What's your pleasure, sir?
I must with haste from hence.
Why, then, we kill all our women:
we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
if they suffer our departure, death's the
I must be gone.
Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it
pity to cast them away for nothing; though,
them and a great cause, they should be
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least
this, dies instantly; I have seen her die
times upon far poorer moment: I do think there
mettle in death, which commits some loving act
her, she hath such a celerity in
She is cunning past man's thought.
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing
the finest part of pure love: we cannot call
winds and waters sighs and tears; they are
storms and tempests than almanacs can report:
cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes
shower of rain as well as Jove.
Would I had never seen her.
O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful
of work; which not to have been blest withal
have discredited your
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice.
it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
from him, it shows to man the tailors of the
comforting therein, that when old robes are
out, there are members to make new. If there
no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a
and the case to be lamented: this grief is
with consolation; your old smock brings forth a
petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an
that should water this
The business she hath broached in the
Cannot endure my absence.
And the business you have broached here cannot
without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
wholly depends on your
No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
given the dare to Caesar, and commands
The empire of
the sea: our slippery people,
Whose love is never
link'd to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin
Pompey the Great and all his
Upon his son; who, high in name and
Higher than both in blood and life, stands
For the main soldier: whose quality, going
The sides o' the world may danger: much is
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our
To such whose place is under us,
Our quick remove from
I shall do't.
SCENE III. The same. Another room.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS
Where is he?
I did not see him since.
See where he is, who's with him, what he
I did not send you: if you find him sad,
Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
am sudden sick: quick, and return.
Madam, methinks, if you did love him
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
What should I do, I do not?
In each thing give him way, cross him
Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose
Tempt him not so too far; I wish,
In time we hate that which we often
But here comes Antony.
Enter MARK ANTONY
I am sick and sullen.
I am sorry to give breathing to my
Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall
It cannot be thus long, the sides of
Will not sustain it.
Now, my dearest queen,--
Pray you, stand further from
What's the matter?
I know, by that same eye, there's some good
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
have no power upon you; hers you are.
The gods best know,--
O, never was there queen
mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons
Why should I think you can be mine and
Though you in swearing shake the throned
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous
To be entangled with those mouth-made
Which break themselves in
Most sweet queen,--
Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued
Then was the time for words: no going
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
How now, lady!
I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst
There were a heart in Egypt.
Hear me, queen:
necessity of time commands
Our services awhile; but my
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his
father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such
as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose
And quietness, grown sick of rest,
By any desperate change: my more
And that which most with you should safe my
Is Fulvia's death.
Though age from folly could not give me
It does from childishness: can Fulvia
She's dead, my queen:
here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboils she
awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she
O most false love!
the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine
received shall be.
Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
you shall give the advice. By the fire
Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant;
making peace or war
Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.
My precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
So Fulvia told me.
turn aside and weep for her,
Then bid adieu to me, and
say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one
Of excellent dissembling; and let it
Life perfect honour.
You'll heat my blood: no more.
You can do better yet; but this is
Now, by my sword,--
And target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
carriage of his chafe.
I'll leave you, lady.
Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am
But that your royalty
idleness your subject, I should take you
'Tis sweating labour
bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this.
But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when
they do not
Eye well to you: your honour calls you
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied
And all the gods go with you! upon your
Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!
Let us go. Come;
separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing
here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here
remain with thee. Away!
SCENE IV. Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS, and their
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he
fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel;
is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience,
Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find
A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by
night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased;
what he cannot change,
Than what he
You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the
streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that
smell of sweat: say this
As his composure must be rare indeed
these things cannot blemish,--yet must Antony
excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his
lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his
Call on him for't: but to confound such
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as
As his own state and ours,--'tis to be
As we rate boys, who, being mature in
Pawn their experience to their present
And so rebel to judgment.
Enter a Messenger
Here's more news.
Thy biddings have been done; and every
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at
And it appears he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the
Lack blood to think on't, and flush
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes
Than could his war resisted.
Leave thy lascivious
wassails. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st
Though daintily brought up, with patience
Than savages could suffer: thou didst
The stale of horses, and the gilded
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this--
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now--
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.
'Tis pity of him.
Let his shames quickly
him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i'
the field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate
Thrives in our
I shall be
furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and
land I can be able
To front this present
Till which encounter,
my business too. Farewell.
Farewell, my lord: what you shall know
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you,
To let me be partaker.
Doubt not, sir;
I knew it for
SCENE V. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN
Give me to drink
That I might sleep out this great gap of
My Antony is away.
You think of him too much.
O, 'tis treason!
Madam, I trust, not so.
Thou, eunuch Mardian!
What's your highness'
Not now to hear thee sing; I take no
In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou
Yes, gracious madam.
Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done:
have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with
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
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
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
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted
When thou wast here above the ground, I
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.
Enter ALEXAS, from OCTAVIUS CAESAR
Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
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?
Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,--the last of many doubled kisses,--
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my
Mine ear must pluck it thence.
'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
opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
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
What, was he sad or merry?
Like to the time o' the year between the
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor
O well-divided disposition! Note him,
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
of either thee becomes,
So does it no man else. Met'st
thou my posts?
Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?
Who's born that day
forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. Ink and
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I,
Ever love Caesar so?
O that brave Caesar!
Be choked with such another emphasis!
Say, the brave Antony.
The valiant Caesar!
By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Caesar paragon again
My man of
By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
My salad days,
When I was
green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then!
But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
SCENE I. Messina. POMPEY's house.
Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, in warlike manner
If the great gods be just, they shall
The deeds of justest men.
Know, worthy Pompey,
they do delay, they not deny.
Whiles we are suitors to their throne,
The thing we sue for.
We, ignorant of ourselves,
often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for
our good; so find we profit
By losing of our
I shall do well:
love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent,
and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
cares for him.
Caesar and Lepidus
Are in the
field: a mighty strength they carry.
Where have you this? 'tis
From Silvius, sir.
He dreams: I know they are in Rome
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
Even till a Lethe'd dulness!
Enter VARRIUSHow now,
This is most certain that I shall
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis
space for further travel.
I could have given less matter
A better ear. Menas, I did not think
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
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow
I cannot hope
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
I know not, Menas,
enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we
stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should
they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords:
but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and
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.
SCENE II. Rome. The house of LEPIDUS.
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS
Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
I shall entreat him
like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over
And speak as loud as Mars. By
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave't to-day.
'Tis not a time
Serves for the
matter that is then born in't.
But small to greater matters must give
Not if the small come first.
Your speech is passion:
pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
Enter MARK ANTONY and VENTIDIUS
And yonder, Caesar.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA
If we compose well here, to Parthia:
I do not know,
combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action
rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we
Our trivial difference loud, we do
Murder in healing wounds: then, noble
The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to the matter.
'Tis spoken well.
before our armies, and to fight.
I should do
Welcome to Rome.
I learn, you take things ill which are not
Or being, concern you not.
I must be laugh'd at,
for nothing or a little, I
Should say myself offended,
and with you
Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that
Once name you derogately, when to sound your
It not concern'd me.
My being in Egypt, Caesar,
What was't to you?
No more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.
How intend you, practised?
You may be pleased to catch at mine
By what did here befal me. Your wife and
Made wars upon me; and their
Was theme for you, you were the word of
You do mistake your business; my brother
Did urge me in his act: I did inquire
And have my learning from some true
That drew their swords with you. Did he not
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.
You praise yourself
defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your
Not so, not so;
I know you
could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of
this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst
which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my
I would you had her spirit in such
The third o' the world is yours; which with a
You may pace easy, but not such a
Would we had all such wives, that the men might
to wars with the women!
So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
Did you too much disquiet: for that you must
But say, I could not help it.
I wrote to you
in Alexandria; you
Did pocket up my letters, and with
Did gibe my missive out of
He fell upon me ere
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did
Of what I was i' the morning: but next
I told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
You have broken
of your oath; which you shall never
Have tongue to
charge me with.
Lepidus, let him
The honour is sacred which he talks on
Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on,
The article of my oath.
To lend me arms and aid when I required
The which you both denied.
when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own
knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent
to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my
greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that
To have me out of Egypt, made wars
For which myself, the ignorant motive,
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
'Tis noble spoken.
If it might please you, to enforce no
The griefs between ye: to forget them
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.
Or, if you borrow one another's love for
instant, you may, when you hear no more words
Pompey, return it again: you shall have time
wrangle in when you have nothing else to
Thou art a soldier only: speak no
That truth should be silent I had almost
You wrong this presence; therefore speak no
Go to, then; your considerate
I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.
Give me leave, Caesar,--
Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
Say not so, Agrippa:
Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserved of
I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
Agrippa further speak.
To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
Will Caesar speak?
Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
With what is spoke already.
What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,'
make this good?
The power of Caesar, and
His power unto Octavia.
May I never
To this good
purpose, that so fairly shows,
Dream of impediment! Let
me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace: and from
The heart of brothers govern in our
And sway our great designs!
There is my hand.
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
I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst
For he hath laid strange courtesies and
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
heel of that, defy him.
Time calls upon's:
must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out
Where lies he?
About the mount Misenum.
What is his strength by land?
Great and increasing: but by sea
He is an absolute master.
So is the fame.
had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put
ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have
With most gladness:
invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I'll
Let us, Lepidus,
should detain me.
Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, and
Welcome from Egypt, sir.
Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas!
honourable friend, Agrippa!
We have cause to be glad that matters are so
digested. You stayed well by 't in
Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance,
made the night light with
Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast,
but twelve persons there; is this
This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved
She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square
When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed
his heart, upon the river of
There she appeared indeed; or my reporter
well for her.
I will tell you.
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
As amorous of their strokes. For her own
It beggar'd all description: she did
In her pavilion--cloth-of-gold of
O'er-picturing that Venus where we
The fancy outwork nature: on each side
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did
And what they undid did.
O, rare for Antony!
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
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
And made a gap in nature.
Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied,
should be better he became her guest;
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
For what his eyes eat only.
She made great
Caesar lay his sword to bed:
He plough'd her, and she
I saw her once
paces through the public street;
And having lost her
breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect
And, breathless, power breathe
Now Antony must leave her
Never; he will not:
cannot wither her, nor custom stale
variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but
she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest
Become themselves in her: that the holy
Bless her when she is
If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
lottery to him.
Let us go.
make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide
Humbly, sir, I thank you.
SCENE III. The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between them, and
The world and my great office will
Divide me from your bosom.
All which time
Before the gods
my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for
Good night, sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be
done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and OCTAVIA
Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in
Would I had never come from thence, nor you
If you can, your reason?
I see it in
My motion, have
it not in my tongue: but yet
Hie you to Egypt
Say to me,
shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?
Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy
spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd:
Make space enough between
Speak this no more.
To none but thee; no more, but when to
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;
he away, 'tis noble.
Get thee gone:
Ventidius I would speak with him:
Exit SoothsayerHe shall to Parthia. Be it art or
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey
And in our sports my better cunning
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he
His cocks do win the battle still of
When it is all to nought; and his quails
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to
And though I make this marriage for my
I' the east my pleasure lies.
Enter VENTIDIUSO, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive't.
SCENE IV. The same. A street.
Enter LEPIDUS, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA
Trouble yourselves no further: pray you,
Your generals after.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but
kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
Till I shall see you in your soldier's
Which will become you both,
As I conceive the
journey, be at the Mount
Your way is shorter;
purposes do draw me much about:
You'll win two days upon
Sir, good success!
SCENE V. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS
Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
The music, ho!
Let it alone; let's to billiards: come,
My arm is sore; best play with
As well a woman with an eunuch play'd
As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me,
As well as I can, madam.
And when good will is show'd, though't
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
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.'
'Twas merry when
on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on
his hook, which he
With fervency drew
That time,--O times!--
laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I
drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on
I wore his sword Philippan.
Enter a MessengerO, from Italy
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
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.
First, madam, he is well.
Why, there's more gold.
sirrah, mark, we use
To say the dead are well: bring it
The gold I give thee will I melt and
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Good madam, hear me.
Well, go to, I will;
there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
Be free and
healthful,--so tart a favour
To trumpet such good
tidings! If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a Fury
crown'd with snakes,
Not like a formal
Will't please you hear me?
I have a mind to strike thee ere thou
Yet if thou say Antony lives, is
Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and
Rich pearls upon thee.
Madam, he's well.
And friends with Caesar.
Thou'rt an honest man.
Caesar and he are greater friends than
Make thee a fortune from me.
But yet, madam,--
I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack
of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's
friends with Caesar:
In state of health thou say'st; and
thou say'st free.
Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
He's bound unto Octavia.
For what good turn?
For the best turn i' the bed.
I am pale, Charmian.
Madam, he's married to
The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
Strikes him down
Good madam, patience.
What say you? Hence,
Strikes him againHorrible villain! or I'll spurn
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy
She hales him up and downThou shalt be whipp'd
with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering
I that do
bring the news made not the match.
Say 'tis not so, a province I will give
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou
Shall make thy peace for moving me to
And I will boot thee with what gift
Thy modesty can beg.
He's married, madam.
Rogue, thou hast lived too long.
Draws a knife
Nay, then I'll run.
you, madam? I have made no fault.
Good madam, keep yourself within
The man is innocent.
Some innocents 'scape not the
Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly
Turn all to serpents! Call the slave
Though I am mad, I will not bite him:
He is afeard to come.
I will not hurt him.
Exit CHARMIANThese hands do lack nobility, that
A meaner than myself; since I
Have given myself the cause.
Re-enter CHARMIAN and MessengerCome hither,
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
I have done my duty.
Is he married?
hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say
He's married, madam.
The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there
Should I lie, madam?
O, I would thou didst,
half my Egypt were submerged and made
A cistern for
scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
Hadst thou Narcissus
in thy face, to me
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is
I crave your highness'
He is married?
Take no offence that I would not offend
To punish me for what you make me do.
Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia.
O, that his fault should make a knave of
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee
The merchandise which thou hast brought from
Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy
And be undone by 'em!
Good your highness, patience.
In praising Antony, I have dispraised
Many times, madam.
I am paid for't now.
me from hence:
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
Exit ALEXASLet him for ever go:--let him
Though he be painted one way like a
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
To MARDIANBring me word how tall she is. Pity
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my
SCENE VI. Near Misenum.
Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door, with drum and
trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, DOMITIUS
ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS, with Soldiers marching
Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.
That first we come to
words; and therefore have we
Our written purposes before
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
else must perish here.
To you all three,
senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for
the gods, I do not know
Wherefore my father should
Having a son and friends; since Julius
Who at Philippi the good Brutus
There saw you labouring for him. What
That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous
To drench the Capitol; but that they
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.
Take your time.
Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy
We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou
How much we do o'er-count
At land, indeed,
o'er-count me of my father's house:
But, since the
cuckoo builds not for himself,
Remain in't as thou
Be pleased to tell us--
this is from the present--how you take
The offers we
have sent you.
There's the point.
Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
What it is worth embraced.
And what may follow,
To try a
You have made me offer
Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates;
then, to send
Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear
Our targes undinted.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR MARK ANTONY
That's our offer.
I came before you
here a man prepared
To take this offer: but Mark
Put me to some impatience: though I
The praise of it by telling, you must
When Caesar and your brother were at
Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.
I have heard it, Pompey;
am well studied for a liberal thanks
Which I do owe
Let me have your hand:
not think, sir, to have met you here.
The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to
That call'd me timelier than my purpose
For I have gain'd by 't.
Since I saw you last,
is a change upon you.
Well, I know not
harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall
she never come,
To make my heart her
Well met here.
I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
I crave our composition may be written,
seal'd between us.
That's the next to do.
We'll feast each other ere we part; and
Draw lots who shall begin.
That will I, Pompey.
No, Antony, take the lot: but, first
Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
with feasting there.
You have heard much.
I have fair meanings, sir.
And fair words to them.
Then so much have I heard:
And I have heard, Apollodorus carried--
No more of that: he did so.
What, I pray you?
A certain queen to Caesar in a
I know thee now: how farest thou,
And well am like to do;
for, I perceive,
Four feasts are
Let me shake thy hand;
never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
When I have
envied thy behavior.
I never loved you much;
but I ha' praised ye,
When you have well deserved ten
times as much
As I have said you
Enjoy thy plainness,
nothing ill becomes thee.
Aboard my galley I invite you
Will you lead, lords?
OCTAVIUS CAESAR MARK ANTONY
Show us the way, sir.
Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS
[Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er
made this treaty.--You and I have known,
At sea, I think.
We have, sir.
You have done well by water.
And you by land.
I will praise any man that will praise me; though
cannot be denied what I have done by
Nor what I have done by
Yes, something you can deny for your own
safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
And you by land.
There I deny my land service. But give me
hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here
might take two thieves
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands
But there is never a fair woman has a true
No slander; they steal
We came hither to fight with
For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a
Pompey doth this day laugh away his
If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back
You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark
here: pray you, is he married to
Caesar's sister is called
True, sir; she was the wife of Caius
But she is now the wife of Marcus
Pray ye, sir?
Then is Caesar and he for ever knit
If I were bound to divine of this unity, I
not prophesy so.
I think the policy of that purpose made more in
marriage than the love of the
I think so too. But you shall find, the band
seems to tie their friendship together will be
very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of
holy, cold, and still
Who would not have his wife
Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark
He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall
sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and,
I said before, that which is the strength of
amity shall prove the immediate author of
variance. Antony will use his affection where it
he married but his occasion
And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you
I have a health for you.
I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in
Come, let's away.
SCENE VII. On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum.
Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet
Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants
ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the
will blow them down.
Lepidus is high-coloured.
They have made him drink
As they pinch one another by the disposition,
cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his
entreaty, and himself to the drink.
But it raises the greater war between him
Why, this is to have a name in great
fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will
me no service as a partisan I could not
To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be
to move in't, are the holes where eyes should
which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
A sennet sounded. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY,
AGRIPPA, MECAENAS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other
[To OCTAVIUS CAESAR] Thus do they, sir: they
the flow o' the Nile
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
And shortly comes to
You've strange serpents there.
Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by
operation of your sun: so is your
They are so.
Sit,--and some wine! A health to
I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er
Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in
Nay, certainly, I have heard the
pyramises are very goodly things;
contradiction, I have heard
[Aside to POMPEY] Pompey, a
[Aside to MENAS] Say in mine ear:
[Aside to POMPEY] Forsake thy seat, I do
And hear me
speak a word.
[Aside to MENAS] Forbear me till anon.
This wine for Lepidus!
What manner o' thing is your
It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as
as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it
and moves with its own organs: it lives by
which nourisheth it; and the elements once out
it, it transmigrates.
What colour is it of?
Of it own colour too.
'Tis a strange serpent.
'Tis so. And the tears of it are
Will this description satisfy
With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is
[Aside to MENAS] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me
Do as I bid you.
Where's this cup I call'd for?
[Aside to POMPEY] If for the sake of merit
wilt hear me,
Rise from thy
[Aside to MENAS] I think thou'rt mad.
Rises, and walks aside
I have ever held my cap off to thy
Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to
Be jolly, lords.
These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
Wilt thou be lord of all the
What say'st thou?
Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's
How should that be?
But entertain it,
thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the
Hast thou drunk well?
Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
thine, if thou wilt ha't.
Show me which way.
These three world-sharers, these
Are in thy vessel: let me cut the
And, when we are put off, fall to their
All there is thine.
Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;
In thee't had been good service. Thou must know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
[Aside] For this,
follow thy pall'd fortunes more.
Who seeks, and will not
take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it
This health to Lepidus!
Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him,
Here's to thee, Menas!
Fill till the cup be hid.
There's a strong fellow, Menas.
Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS
A' bears the third part of the world, man;
The third part, then, is drunk: would it were
That it might go on wheels!
Drink thou; increase the
This is not yet an Alexandrian
It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels,
Here is to Caesar!
I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
Be a child o' the time.
Possess it, I'll make answer:
But I had rather fast from all four days
Than drink so much in one.
Ha, my brave emperor!
To MARK ANTONYShall we dance now the Egyptian
And celebrate our
Let's ha't, good soldier.
Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.
All take hands.
battery to our ears with the loud music:
The while I'll
place you: then the boy shall sing;
The holding every
man shall bear as loud
As his strong sides can
Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them hand in handTHE SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
grapes our hairs be crown'd:
Cup us, till the world go
Cup us, till the world go
What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good
Let me request you off: our graver
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's
You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good
Good Antony, your hand.
I'll try you on the shore.
And shall, sir; give's your
You have my
father's house,--But, what? we are friends.
into the boat.
Take heed you fall not.
Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENASMenas, I'll not on shore.
No, to my cabin.
drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear
we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound
and be hang'd, sound out!
Sound a flourish, with drums
Ho! says a' There's my cap.
Ho! Noble captain, come.
SCENE I. A plain in Syria.
Enter VENTIDIUS as it were in triumph, with SILIUS, and other
Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him
Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus'
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's
Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
Parthians follow; spur through Media,
the shelters whither
The routed fly: so thy grand
Shall set thee on triumphant chariots
Put garlands on thy head.
O Silius, Silius,
I have done
enough; a lower place, note well,
May make too great an
act: for learn this, Silius;
Better to leave undone,
than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame when him we
Caesar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person: Sossius,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' the
wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's
captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather
makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
Should my performance perish.
Thou hast, Ventidius,
Without the which a soldier, and his
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to
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
have jaded out o' the field.
Where is he now?
He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what
The weight we must convey with's will
We shall appear before him. On there; pass
SCENE II. Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS at another
What, are the brothers parted?
They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is
The other three are sealing. Octavia
To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is
With the green sickness.
'Tis a noble Lepidus.
A very fine one: O, how he loves
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark
Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of
What's Antony? The god of
Spake you of Caesar? How! the
O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent
But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes,
cast, write, sing, number, ho!
His love to Antony. But
as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and
Both he loves.
They are his shards, and he their beetle.
to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and
No further, sir.
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,
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
Make me not offended
I have said.
You shall not find,
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
Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
My noble brother!
The April 's in her eyes: it is love's
And these the showers to bring it on. Be
Sir, look well to my husband's house;
I'll tell you in your ear.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor
Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's
That stands upon the swell at
full of tide,
And neither way
[Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar
[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in 's
[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for
were he a horse;
So is he,
being a man.
[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why,
When Antony found Julius Caesar
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
[Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he
troubled with a rheum;
willingly he did confound he wail'd,
Believe't, till I
No, sweet Octavia,
hear from me still; the time shall not
thinking on you.
Come, sir, come;
with you in my strength of love:
Look, here I have you;
thus I let you go,
And give you to the
Adieu; be happy!
Let all the number of the stars give
To thy fair way!
Farewell, fa rewell!
Trumpets sound. Exeunt
SCENE III. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS
Where is the fellow?
Half afeard to come.
Go to, go to.
Enter the Messenger as beforeCome hither,
Herod of Jewry
dare not look upon you
But when you are well
That Herod's head
but how, when Antony is gone
Through whom I might
command it? Come thou near.
Most gracious majesty,--
Didst thou behold Octavia?
Ay, dread queen.
Madam, in Rome;
I look'd her
in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and
Is she as tall as me?
She is not, madam.
Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or
Madam, I heard her speak; she is
That's not so good: he cannot like her
Like her! O Isis! 'tis
I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and
What majesty is in her gait?
If e'er thou look'dst on
Her motion and
her station are as one;
She shows a body rather than a
A statue than a breather.
Is this certain?
Or I have no observance.
Three in Egypt
He's very knowing;
perceive't: there's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has
Guess at her years, I prithee.
She was a
Widow! Charmian, hark.
And I do think she's thirty.
Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or
Round even to faultiness.
For the most part, too, they are foolish that are
Her hair, what colour?
Brown, madam: and her forehead
As low as she would wish it.
There's gold for thee.
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.
A proper man.
Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.
The man hath seen some majesty, and should
Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!
I have one thing more to ask him yet, good
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to
Where I will write. All may be well
I warrant you, madam.
SCENE IV. Athens. A room in MARK ANTONY's house.
Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,--
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,--but he hath waged
wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could
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.
O my good lord,
all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more
If this division chance, ne'er stood
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
'Twixt these extremes at
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
Than yours so branchless. But, as you
Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours.
Thanks to my lord.
of power make me most weak, most weak,
Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should
cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the
When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults
Can never be so equal, that your love
equally move with them. Provide your going;
own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind
SCENE V. The same. Another room.
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting
How now, friend Eros!
There's strange news come, sir.
Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon
This is old: what is the
Caesar, having made use of him in the wars
Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not
him partake in the glory of the action: and
resting here, accuses him of letters he had
wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes
the poor third is up, till death enlarge his
Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no
And throw between them all the food thou
They'll grind the one the other. Where's
He's walking in the garden--thus; and
The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool
And threats the throat of that his
That murder'd Pompey.
Our great navy's rigg'd.
For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
My lord desires you presently: my news
might have told hereafter.
'Twill be naught:
But let it
be. Bring me to Antony.
SCENE VI. Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS
Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and
In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
Caesarion, whom they
call my father's son,
And all the unlawful issue that
Since then hath made between them. Unto
He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
This in the public eye?
I' the common show-place, where they
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and
oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported,
Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
Who, queasy with his insolence
Already, will their good thoughts call from
The people know it; and have now received
Who does he accuse?
Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets
That Lepidus of the triumvirate
deposed; and, being, that we detain
Sir, this should be answer'd.
'Tis done already, and the messenger
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too
That he his high authority abused,
And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
Demand the like.
He'll never yield to that.
Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Enter OCTAVIA with her train
Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear
That ever I should call thee
You have not call'd me so, nor have you
Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come
Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
neighs of horse to tell of her approach
Long ere she did
appear; the trees by the way
Should have borne men; and
Longing for what it had not; nay,
Should have ascended to the roof of
Raised by your populous troops: but you are
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
Is often left unloved; we should have met you
By sea and land; supplying every stage
an augmented greeting.
Good my lord,
To come thus
was I not constrain'd, but did
On my free will. My lord,
Hearing that you prepared for war,
My grieved ear withal; whereon, I
His pardon for return.
Which soon he granted,
an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
Do not say so, my lord.
I have eyes upon him,
affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he
My lord, in Athens.
No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
Up to a whore; who now are levying
o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
king of Libya; Archelaus,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos,
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king,
King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
The kings of Mede and
With a more larger list of
Ay me, most wretched,
have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict
did withhold our breaking forth;
Till we perceived, both
how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger.
Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time,
O'er your content these strong
But let determined things to
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make them ministers
us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
welcome to us.
Welcome, dear madam.
heart in Rome does love and pity you:
adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations,
turns you off;
And gives his potent regiment to a
That noises it against us.
Is it so, sir?
Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!
SCENE VII. Near Actium. MARK ANTONY's camp.
Enter CLEOPATRA and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
I will be even with thee, doubt it
But why, why, why?
Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And say'st it is not fit.
Well, is it, is it?
If not denounced against us, why should not
Be there in person?
[Aside] Well, I could reply:
we should serve with horse and mares together,
were merely lost; the mares would bear
A soldier and his
What is't you say?
Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
What should not then be spared.
He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
And, as the president of my kingdom, will
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
I will not stay behind.
Nay, I have done.
Enter MARK ANTONY and CANIDIUS
Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium
so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
And take in Toryne? You
have heard on't, sweet?
Celerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent.
A good rebuke,
have well becomed the best of men,
To taunt at
slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by
By sea! what else?
Why will my lord do so?
For that he dares us to't.
So hath my lord dared him to single
Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
And so should you.
Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepared for land.
By sea, by sea.
Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land;
Distract your army, which doth most consist
Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which
promises assurance; and
Give up yourself merely to
chance and hazard,
I'll fight at sea.
I have sixty sails, Caesar none
Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
We then can do't at land.
Enter a MessengerThy
The news is true, my lord; he is
Caesar has taken Toryne.
Can he be there in person? 'tis
Strange that power should be.
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by
And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our
Away, my Thetis!
Enter a SoldierHow now, worthy
O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
used to conquer, standing on the earth,
foot to foot.
Well, well: away!
Exeunt MARK ANTONY, QUEEN CLEOPATRA, and DOMITIUS
By Hercules, I think I am i' the
Soldier, thou art: but his whole action
Not in the power on't: so our leader's
And we are women's men.
You keep by land
and the horse whole, do you not?
Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
While he was yet in Rome,
power went out in such distractions as
Who's his lieutenant, hear
They say, one Taurus.
Well I know the man.
Enter a Messenger
The emperor calls Canidius.
With news the time's with labour, and throes
Each minute, some.
SCENE VIII. A plain near Actium.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and TAURUS, with his army, marching
Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not
Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies
Upon this jump.
SCENE IX. Another part of the plain.
Enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the
In eye of Caesar's battle; from which
We may the number of the ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly.
SCENE X. Another part of the plain.
CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over the stage;
and TAURUS, the lieutenant of OCTAVIUS CAESAR, the other way. After their
going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight
Alarum. Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
To see't mine eyes are blasted.
Gods and goddesses,
whole synod of them!
What's thy passion!
The greater cantle of the world is lost
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Kingdoms and provinces.
How appears the fight?
On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,--
Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.
That I beheld:
did sicken at the sight, and could not
Endure a further
She once being loof'd,
noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing,
and, like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in
height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er
Did violate so itself.
Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
O, he has given example for our flight,
Most grossly, by his own!
Ay, are you thereabouts?
Why, then, good night indeed.
Toward Peloponnesus are they
'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
What further comes.
To Caesar will I render
legions and my horse: six kings already
Show me the way
I'll yet follow
chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind
SCENE XI. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter MARK ANTONY with Attendants
Hark! the land bids me tread no more
It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come
I am so lated in the world, that I
Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Caesar.
Fly! not we.
I have fled myself; and have instructed
To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be
I have myself resolved upon a course
Which has no need of you; be gone:
treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
I follow'd that
I blush to look upon:
My very hairs do mutiny; for the
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they
For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you
Have letters from me to some friends that
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not
Nor make replies of loathness: take the
Which my despair proclaims; let that be
Which leaves itself: to the sea-side
I will possess you of that ship and
Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost
Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and
Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS
Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort
Do, most dear queen.
Do! why: what else?
Let me sit down. O Juno!
No, no, no, no, no.
See you here, sir?
O fie, fie, fie!
Madam, O good empress!
Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
on lieutenantry, and no practise had
In the brave
squares of war: yet now--No matter.
Ah, stand by.
The queen, my lord, the
Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.
Well then, sustain him: O!
Most noble sir, arise; the queen
Her head's declined, and death will seize
Your comfort makes the
I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
Sir, the queen.
O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
looking back what I have left behind
O my lord, my lord,
my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
O, my pardon!
Now I must
To the young man
send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as
Making and marring fortunes. You did
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.
Fall not a tear, I say; one of them
All that is won and lost: give me a
Even this repays me. We sent our
Is he come back? Love, I am full of
Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune
We scorn her most when most she offers
SCENE XII. Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others
Let him appear that's come from Antony.
Know you him?
Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers
Not many moons gone by.
Enter EUPHRONIUS, ambassador from MARK ANTONY
Approach, and speak.
Such as I am, I come from Antony:
I was of late as petty to his ends
the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf
To his grand
Be't so: declare thine
Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee,
Requires to live in Egypt: which not
He lessens his requests; and to thee
To let him breathe between the heavens and
A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.
I have no ears
to his request. The queen
Of audience nor desire shall
fail, so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced
Or take his life there: this if she
She shall not sue unheard. So to them
Fortune pursue thee!
Bring him through the bands.
To THYREUSFrom Antony win Cleopatra:
And in our name, what she requires; add
From thine invention, offers: women are
In their best fortunes strong; but want will
The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning,
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which
Will answer as a law.
Caesar, I go.
Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
Caesar, I shall.
SCENE XIII. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS
What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Think, and die.
Is Antony or we in fault for
Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
Enter MARK ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador
Is that his answer?
Ay, my lord.
The queen shall then have courtesy, so
Will yield us up.
He says so.
Let her know't.
To the boy
Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy
wishes to the brim
That head, my lord?
To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
To lay his
gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declined, sword
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow
Exeunt MARK ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS
[Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar
Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the
Against a sworder! I see men's judgments
A parcel of their fortunes; and things
Do draw the inward quality after
To suffer all alike. That he should
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast
His judgment too.
Enter an Attendant
A messenger from CAESAR.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
[Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to
The loyalty well held to fools does
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can
To follow with allegiance a fall'n
Does conquer him that did his master
And earns a place i' the story.
Hear it apart.
None but friends: say boldly.
So, haply, are they friends to
He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.
Thus then, thou most
renown'd: Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case
Further than he is
Go on: right royal.
He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
The scars upon your honour, therefore,
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.
He is a god, and knows
is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
Shall I say to Caesar
you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to
give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes
you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm
To hear from me you had left
And put yourself under his shrowd,
The universal landlord.
What's your name?
My name is Thyreus.
Most kind messenger,
great Caesar this: in deputation
I kiss his conquering
hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at 's feet,
and there to kneel:
Tell him from his all-obeying
breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may
shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your
Your Caesar's father oft,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.
Re-enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow?
One that but performs
bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
[Aside] You will be whipp'd.
Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now,
melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry 'Your
will?' Have you no ears? I am
Enter AttendantsTake hence this Jack, and whip
[Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's
Than with an old one dying.
Moon and stars!
Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
So saucy with
the hand of she here,--what's her name,
Since she was
Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you
see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy:
take him hence.
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.
Exeunt Attendants with THYREUSYou were half
blasted ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left
unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful
And by a gem of women, to be abused
By one that looks on feeders?
Good my lord,--
You have been a boggler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard--
O misery on't!--the wise gods seel our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
To our confusion.
O, is't come to this?
I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.
Wherefore is this?
To let a fellow that will take rewards
And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim
it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck which does the
For being yare about him.
Re-enter Attendants with THYREUSIs he
Soundly, my lord.
Cried he? and begg'd a'
He did ask favour.
If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
speech and what is done, tell him he has
my enfranched bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip,
or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me:
urge it thou:
Hence with thy stripes, begone!
Have you done yet?
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!
I must stay his time.
To flatter Caesar, would you mingle
With one that ties his
Not know me yet?
Cold-hearted toward me?
Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
the discandying of this pelleted storm,
till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for
I am satisfied.
sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate.
Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou
If from the field I shall return once
To kiss these lips, I will appear in
I and my sword will earn our
There's hope in't yet.
That's my brave lord!
I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted,
And fight maliciously: for when mine
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my
And send to darkness all that stop me.
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once
Let's mock the midnight
It is my birth-day:
thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
We will yet do well.
Call all his noble captains to my
Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do
I'll make death love me; for I will
Even with his pestilent scythe.
Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.
SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with his Army;
OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter
He calls me boy; and chides, as he had
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
have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his
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:
Made good guard for
Let our best heads
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
And feast the army; we have store to
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor
SCENE II. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN,
IRAS, ALEXAS, with others
He will not fight with me,
Why should he not?
He thinks, being twenty times of better
He is twenty men to one.
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
I'll strike, and cry 'Take
Well said; come on.
forth my household servants: let's to-night
at our meal.
Enter three or four ServitorsGive me thy
Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast
Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me
And kings have been your
[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means
[Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those
tricks which sorrow shoots
of the mind.
And thou art honest too.
wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapp'd
up together in
An Antony, that I might do you
So good as you have done.
The gods forbid!
Well, my good fellows, wait on me
Scant not my cups; and make as much of
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he
[Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers
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
You'll serve another master. I look on
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest
I turn you not away; but, like a
Married to your good service, stay till
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no
And the gods yield you for't!
What mean you, sir,
them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am
onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to
Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch
take me, if I meant it thus!
Grace grow where those
My hearty friends,
take me in too dolorous a sense;
For I spake to you for
your comfort; did desire you
To burn this night with
torches: know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and
will lead you
Where rather I'll expect victorious
Than death and honour. Let's to supper,
And drown consideration.
SCENE III. The same. Before the palace.
Enter two Soldiers to their guard
Brother, good night: to-morrow is the
It will determine one way: fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the
Nothing. What news?
Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to
Well, sir, good night.
Enter two other Soldiers
Soldiers, have careful watch.
And you. Good night, good night.
They place themselves in every corner of the stage
Here we: and if to-morrow
navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
Our landmen will
'Tis a brave army,
Music of the hautboys as under the stage
Peace! what noise?
Music i' the air.
Under the earth.
It signs well, does it not?
Peace, I say!
'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
Now leaves him.
Walk; let's see if other watchmen
Do hear what we do?
They advance to another post
How now, masters!
[Speaking together] How now!
How now! do you hear this?
Ay; is't not strange?
Do you hear, masters? do you
Follow the noise so far as we have
Let's see how it will give
Content. 'Tis strange.
SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace.
Enter MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and others
Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Sleep a little.
No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
Enter EROS with armourCome good fellow, put mine
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her: come.
Nay, I'll help too.
Ah, let be, let be! thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this,
Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must
We shall thrive
now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy
Is not this buckled well?
unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff't for our
repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my
queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: dispatch.
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and
The royal occupation! thou shouldst
A workman in't.
Enter an armed SoldierGood morrow to thee;
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike
To business that we love we rise
And go to't with delight.
A thousand, sir,
though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port
Shout. Trumpets flourish
Enter Captains and Soldiers
The morn is fair. Good morrow,
Good morrow, general.
'Tis well blown, lads:
morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of
note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this
way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
Kisses herAnd worthy shameful cheque it were, to
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave
Now, like a man of steel. You that will
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.
Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers
Please you, retire to your
He goes forth
gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great
war in single fight!
Then Antony,--but now--Well,
SCENE V. Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.
Trumpets sound. Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS; a Soldier meeting
The gods make this a happy day to
Would thou and those thy scars had once
To make me fight at land!
Hadst thou done so,
that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning
left thee, would have still
Who's gone this morning?
One ever near thee: call
He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's
Say 'I am none of thine.'
What say'st thou?
He is with
Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
Is he gone?
Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him--
I will subscribe--gentle adieus and greetings;
Say that I wish he never find more cause
change a master. O, my fortunes have
SCENE VI. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Flourish. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, with DOMITIUS
ENOBARBUS, and others
Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Antony be took alive;
Make it so
Caesar, I shall.
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
Is come into the
Go charge Agrippa
that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to
spend his fury
Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
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,
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier of CAESAR's
thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus:
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is
Unloading of his mules.
I give it you.
Mock not, Enobarbus.
you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I
must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself.
Continues still a Jove.
I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
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
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps.
Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others
Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
Alarums. Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS wounded
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Thou bleed'st apace.
I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
They do retire.
We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have
Room for six scotches more.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage
For a fair victory.
Let us score their backs,
snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to
maul a runner.
I will reward thee
thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour.
Come thee on.
I'll halt after.
SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS, with others
We have beat him to his camp: run one
And let the queen know of our gests.
Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the
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 SCARUSGive me thy hand
Enter CLEOPATRA, attendedTo this great fairy I'll
commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
To CLEOPATRAO 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!
Lord of lords!
virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare
We have beat
them to their beds. What, girl!
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.
I'll give thee, friend,
armour all of gold; it was a king's.
He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all
would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
SCENE IX. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Sentinels at their post
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
the second hour i' the morn.
This last day was
A shrewd one
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
O, bear me witness, night,--
What man is this?
Stand close, and list him.
Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
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
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a
O Antony! O Antony!
Let's speak To him.
Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.
Let's do so. But he sleeps.
Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Go we to him.
Awake, sir, awake; speak to
Hear you, sir?
The hand of death hath raught him.
Drums afar offHark! the drums
Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
Come on, then;
He may recover
Exeunt with the body
SCENE X. Between the two camps.
Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army
Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
For both, my lord.
I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the
We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our
Upon the hills adjoining to the city
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven
appointment we may best discover,
And look on their
SCENE XI. Another part of the same.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and his Army
But being charged, we will be still by
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best
Is forth to man his galleys. To the
And hold our best advantage.
SCENE XII. Another part of the same.
Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS
Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
I shall discover all: I'll bring
Straight, how 'tis like to go.
Swallows have built
Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
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
Of what he has, and has not.
Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight
Re-enter MARK ANTONY
All is lost;
Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the
foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd
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
I have done all. Bid them all fly;
Exit SCARUSO sun, thy uprise shall I see no
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,--
beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
was my crownet, my chief end,--
Like a right gipsy,
hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart
What, Eros, Eros!
Enter CLEOPATRAAh, thou spell!
Why is my lord enraged against his
Vanish, or I shall give thee thy
And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take
And hoist thee up to the shouting
Follow his chariot, like the greatest
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.
Exit CLEOPATRA'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the
horns o' the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd
the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and
Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros,
SCENE XIII. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN
Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
To the monument!
yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and
body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going
To the monument!
tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I
spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously:
And bring me how he takes my
To the monument!
SCENE XIV. The same. Another room.
Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS
Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Ay, noble lord.
Sometimes we see a cloud that's
A vapour sometime like a bear or
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes
with air: thou hast seen
They are black vesper's pageants.
Ay, my lord,
That which is now a horse, even with a
The rack dislimns, and makes it
As water is in water.
It does, my lord.
My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony:
cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these
wars for Egypt: and the queen,--
Whose heart I thought
I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine had
A million more, now lost,--she, Eros,
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
Enter MARDIANO! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
She hath betray'd me and shall die the
Death of one person can be paid but
And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst
Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake
Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!'
the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony;
it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she render'd
Thy name so buried in her.
Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is
And we must sleep.
To MARDIANThat thou depart'st hence
Does pay thy labour richly; go.
Exit MARDIANOff, pluck off:
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go;
have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
Exit EROSI will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra,
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for
All length is torture: since the torch is
Lie down, and stray no farther: now all
Mars what it does; yea, very force
Itself with strength: seal then, and all is
Eros!--I come, my queen:--Eros!--Stay for
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts
Dido and her AEneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
What would my lord?
Since Cleopatra died,
have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world,
and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities,
condemn myself to lack
The courage of a woman; less
Than she which by her death our Caesar
'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn,
That, when the exigent should come, which
Is come indeed, when I should see behind
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
The gods withhold me!
I do that which all the Parthian darts,
lost aim, and could not?
Wouldst thou be
window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with
pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him,
His baseness that ensued?
I would not see't.
Come, then; for with a wound I must be
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast
Most useful for thy country.
O, sir, pardon me!
When I did make thee free, sworest thou not
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
Turn from me, then, that noble
Wherein the worship of the whole world
Turning from him
My sword is drawn.
Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
My dear master,
captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike
this bloody stroke, farewell.
'Tis said, man; and
Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike
Why, there then: thus I do escape the
Of Antony's death.
Thrice-nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
by their brave instruction got upon me
A nobleness in
record: but I will be
A bridegroom in my death, and
As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and,
Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
Falling on his swordI learn'd of thee. How! not
dead? not dead?
The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
Enter DERCETAS and Guard
What's the noise?
I have done my work in, friends: O, make an
Of what I have begun.
The star is fall'n.
And time is at his period.
Alas, and woe!
Let him that loves me strike me
Nor any one.
Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers
This sword but shown to Caesar, with this
Shall enter me with him.
There, Diomed there.
Wilt thou not
Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give
Sufficing strokes for death.
Most absolute lord,
mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
When did she send thee?
Now, my lord.
Where is she?
Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying
Of what hath come to pass: for when she
Which never shall be found--you did
She had disposed with Caesar, and that your
Would not be purged, she sent you word she was
But, fearing since how it might work, hath
Me to proclaim the truth; and I am
I dread, too late.
Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I
What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what,
Come, your lord calls!
Enter four or five of the Guard of MARK ANTONY
Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra
'Tis the last service that I shall command
Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to
All your true followers out.
Most heavy day!
Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that
Which comes to punish us, and we punish
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.
Exeunt, bearing MARK ANTONY
SCENE XV. The same. A monument.
Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS
O Charmian, I will never go from
Be comforted, dear madam.
No, I will not:
and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we
despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause,
must be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter, below, DIOMEDESHow now! is he
His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument;
His guard have brought him thither.
Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard
Burn the great
sphere thou movest in!
The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Not Caesar's valour
hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on
So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay up thy
I dare not, dear,--
lord, pardon,--I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the
Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs,
Edge, sting, or operation,
I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest
And still conclusion, shall acquire no
Demuring upon me. But come, come,
Help me, my women,--we must draw thee
Assist, good friends.
O, quick, or I am gone.
Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my
Our strength is all gone into
That makes the weight: had I great Juno's
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a
Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come,
They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRAAnd
welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
with kissing: had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear
A heavy sight!
I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a
No, let me speak; and let me rail so
That the false housewife Fortune break her
Provoked by my offence.
One word, sweet queen:
Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me:
Caesar trust but Proculeius.
My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.
The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest; and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to
countryman,--a Roman by a Roman
Now my spirit is going;
I can no
Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than
a sty? O, see, my women,
MARK ANTONY diesThe crown o' the earth doth
melt. My lord!
O, wither'd is the garland of the
The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and
Are level now with men; the odds is
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
O, quietness, lady!
She is dead too, our
O madam, madam, madam!
Royal Egypt, Empress!
Peace, peace, Iras!
No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
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,
Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs,
We'll bury him; and then, what's
it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud
to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit
now is cold:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no
But resolution, and the briefest end.
Exeunt; those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body
SCENE I. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECAENAS, GALLUS,
PROCULEIUS, and others, his council of war
Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
pauses that he makes.
Caesar, I shall.
Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of MARK ANTONY
Wherefore is that? and what art thou that
Appear thus to us?
I am call'd Dercetas;
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
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
yield thee up my life.
What is't thou say'st?
I say, O Caesar, Antony is
The breaking of so great a thing should
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
moiety of the world.
He is dead, Caesar:
Not by a
public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife; but
that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend
Splitted the heart. This is his sword;
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.
Look you sad, friends?
gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
To wash the eyes of
And strange it is,
nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted
His taints and honours
equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
When such a spacious mirror's set before
He needs must see himself.
I have follow'd
thee to this; but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I
Have shown to thee such a declining
Or look on thine; we could not stall
In the whole world: but yet let me
With tears as sovereign as the blood of
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,--that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
to this. Hear me, good friends--
But I will tell you at
some meeter season:
Enter an EgyptianThe business of this man looks
out of him;
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are
A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my
Confined in all she has, her
Of thy intents desires instruction,
That she preparedly may frame herself
way she's forced to.
Bid her have good heart:
soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
and how kindly we
Determine for her; for Caesar cannot
To be ungentle.
So the gods preserve thee!
Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require,
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
be eternal in our triumph: go,
And with your speediest
bring us what she says,
And how you find of
Caesar, I shall.
Gallus, go you along.
Exit GALLUSWhere's Dolabella,
To second Proculeius?
Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war;
calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings: go
with me, and see
What I can show in this.
SCENE II. Alexandria. A room in the monument.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS
My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of
her will: and it is great
To do that thing that ends all
Which shackles accidents and bolts up
Which sleeps, and never palates more the
The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS and
Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of
And bids thee study on what fair
Thou mean'st to have him grant
What's thy name?
My name is Proculeius.
Did tell me of you,
bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be
That have no use for trusting. If your
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much
of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with
Be of good cheer;
fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing:
full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of
grace, that it flows over
On all that need: let me
report to him
Your sweet dependency; and you shall
A conqueror that will pray in aid for
Where he for grace is kneel'd
Pray you, tell him
I am his
fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has
got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would
Look him i' the face.
This I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
Of him that caused it.
You see how easily she may be surprised:
Here PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend the monument by a ladder
placed against a window, and, having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of
the Guard unbar and open the gates
To PROCULEIUS and the GuardGuard her till Caesar
O Cleopatra! thou art taken,
Quick, quick, good hands.
Drawing a dagger
Hold, worthy lady, hold:
Seizes and disarms herDo not yourself such wrong,
who are in this
Relieved, but not
What, of death too,
our dogs of languish?
Do not abuse my
master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the
His nobleness well acted, which your
Will never let come forth.
Where art thou, death?
hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
babes and beggars!
O, temperance, lady!
Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink,
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus'
Lay me stark naked, and let the
Blow me into abhorring! rather
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!
You do extend
of horror further than you shall
Find cause in
What thou hast
done thy master Caesar knows,
And he hath sent for thee:
for the queen,
I'll take her to my
content me best: be gentle to her.
To CLEOPATRATo Caesar I will speak what you shall
If you'll employ me to him.
Say, I would die.
Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers
Most noble empress, you have heard of
I cannot tell.
Assuredly you know me.
No matter, sir, what I have heard or
You laugh when boys or women tell their
Is't not your trick?
I understand not, madam.
I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
O, such another sleep, that I might see
such another man!
If it might please ye,--
His face was as the heavens; and therein
A sun and moon, which kept their course,
The little O, the
Most sovereign creature,--
His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd
Crested the world: his voice was
As all the tuned spheres, and that to
But when he meant to quail and shake the
He was as rattling thunder. For his
There was no winter in't; an autumn
That grew the more by reaping: his
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back
The element they lived in: in his
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands
As plates dropp'd from his
Think you there was, or might be, such a
As this I dream'd of?
Gentle madam, no.
You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.
Hear me, good madam.
loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
answering to the weight: would I might never
pursued success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of
yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at
I thank you, sir,
what Caesar means to do with me?
I am loath to tell you what I would you
Nay, pray you, sir,--
Though he be honourable,--
He'll lead me, then, in
Madam, he will; I know't.
Flourish, and shout within, 'Make way there: Octavius Caesar!'
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECAENAS, SELEUCUS, and
others of his Train
Which is the Queen of Egypt?
It is the emperor, madam.
Arise, you shall not kneel:
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Sir, the gods
Will have it
thus; my master and my lord
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.
Sole sir o' the world,
cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear;
but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties
Have often shamed our
extenuate rather than enforce:
If you apply yourself to
Which towards you are most gentle, you
A benefit in this change; but if you
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.
And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and
Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest,
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good
You shall advise me in all for
This is the brief of money, plate, and
I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly
Not petty things admitted. Where's
This is my treasurer: let him speak, my
Upon his peril, that I have reserved
To myself nothing. Speak the truth,
I had rather seal my
lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is
What have I kept back?
Enough to purchase what you have made
Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
Your wisdom in the deed.
See, Caesar! O, behold,
pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;
we shift estates, yours would be mine.
of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild: O slave, of no
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!
Good queen, let us entreat
O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of
my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good
That I some lady trifles have
Immoment toys, things of such
As we greet modern friends withal; and
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia and Octavia, to induce
mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have
bred? The gods! it smites me
Beneath the fall I
To SELEUCUSPrithee, 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.
Be it known, that we, the greatest, are
For things that others do; and, when we
We answer others' merits in our name,
Are therefore to be pitied.
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
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no,
For we intend so to dispose you
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
My master, and my lord!
Not so. Adieu.
Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and his train
He words me, girls, he words me, that I should
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee,
Finish, good lady; the bright day is
And we are for the dark.
Hie thee again:
spoke already, and it is provided;
Go put it to the
Madam, I will.
Where is the queen?
Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
tell you this: Caesar through Syria
journey; and within three days
You with your children
will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have
Your pleasure and my
I shall remain
I your servant,
queen; I must attend on Caesar.
Farewell, and thanks.
Exit DOLABELLANow, Iras, what think'st
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be
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.
The gods forbid!
Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald
Ballad us out o' tune: the quick
Extemporally will stage us, and
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.
O the good gods!
Nay, that's certain.
I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my
Are stronger than mine eyes.
Why, that's the way
their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd
Re-enter CHARMIANNow, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
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.
Exit IRAS. A noise within
Enter a Guardsman
Here is a rural fellow
will not be denied your highness presence:
Let him come in.
Exit GuardsmanWhat 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
marble-constant; now the fleeting moon
No planet is of
Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown bringing in a basket
This is the man.
Avoid, and leave him.
Exit GuardsmanHast thou the pretty worm of Nilus
That kills and pains not?
Truly, I have him: but I would not be the
that should desire you to touch him, for his
is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom
Rememberest thou any that have died
Very many, men and women too. I heard of one
them no longer than yesterday: a very honest
but something given to lie; as a woman should
do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of
biting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she
a very good report o' the worm; but he that
believe all that they say, shall never be saved
half that they do: but this is most fallible,
worm's an odd worm.
Get thee hence; farewell.
I wish you all joy of the worm.
Setting down his basket
You must think this, look you, that the worm
do his kind.
Ay, ay; farewell.
Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in
keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is
goodness in worm.
Take thou no care; it shall be
Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it
not worth the feeding.
Will it eat me?
You must not think I am so simple but I know
devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that
woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress
not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do
gods great harm in their women; for in every
that they make, the devils mar
Well, get thee gone;
Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.
Re-enter IRAS with a robe, crown, & c
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more
juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call; I
see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I
Now to that name my courage prove my
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
Kisses them. IRAS falls and diesHave I the aspic
in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently
The stroke of death is as a lover's
Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the
It is not worth
Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may
The gods themselves do weep!
This proves me base:
first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her,
and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come,
To an asp, which she applies to her breastWith
thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once
untie: poor venomous fool
Be angry, and dispatch. O,
couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great
O eastern star!
Dost thou not
see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse
O, break! O, break!
As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as
O Antony!--Nay, I will take thee too.
Applying another asp to her armWhat should I
In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and
Enter the Guard, rushing in
Where is the queen?
Speak softly, wake her not.
Caesar hath sent--
Too slow a messenger.
Applies an aspO, come apace, dispatch! I partly
Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's
There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call
What work is here! Charmian, is this well
It is well done, and fitting for a
Descended of so many royal kings.
How goes it here?
Caesar, thy thoughts
their effects in this: thyself art coming
perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to
Within 'A way there, a way for Caesar!'
Re-enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR and all his train marching
O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Bravest at the last,
levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
own way. The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them
Who was last with them?
A simple countryman, that brought her
This was his basket.
lived but now; she stood and spake:
I found her
trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress;
tremblingly she stood
And on the sudden
O noble weakness!
had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch
In her strong toil of
Here, on her breast,
is a vent of blood and something blown:
The like is on
This is an aspic's trail: and these
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic
Upon the caves of Nile.
That so she
died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursued
Of easy ways to die. Take up her
And bear her women from the monument:
She shall be buried by her Antony:
grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous.
High events as these
Strike those that make them; and
their story is
No less in pity than his glory
Brought them to be lamented. Our army
In solemn show attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity.