Mess. Cleo. Madam, he's well. Well said. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. Cleo. For what good turn? Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo. What say you?-hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. Mess. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long. [Draws a dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself; The man is innocent. O, I would, thou didst; So half my Egypt were submerg'd, and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? Mess. I crave your highness' pardon. Cleo. He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you: To punish me for what you make me do, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?-Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, Cæsar. Lead me from hence. I am paid for't now. I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter:- [To Mardian. Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Char mian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Near Misenum. Enter Pompey and Menas, at one side, with drum and trumpet: at another, Cæsar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, with Soldiers marching. Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Most meet, Cæs. That first we come to words; and therefore have we Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder-Our written purposes before us sent; bolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents!-Call the slave again; Though I am mad, I will not bite him:-Call. Char. He is afeard to come. Which if thou hast considered, let us know To you all three, Cleo. I will not hurt him:-The senators alone of this great world, These hands do lack nobility, that they strike Chief factors for the gods,-I do not know, A meaner than myself; since I myself Wherefore my father should revengers want, Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir. Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar, (1) So sour a countenance. (2) A man in his senses. (3) Preceding. (4) Recompense. (5) Whelmed under water (6) Beauty. (7) Brave. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,1 Take your time. Ant. Thou can'st not fear2 us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. At land, indeed, Pom. Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present,3) how you take The offers we have sent you. Cas. There's the point. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. And what may follow,| You have made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Measures of wheat to Rome: This 'greed upon, Cas. Ant. Lep. That's our offer. Pom. Know then, I came before you here, a man prepar'd I have heard it, Pompey; Pom. Let me have your hand : to you, Since I saw you last, Pom. Well, I know not Lep. Well met here. Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.-Thus we are agreed I crave, our composition may be written, And seal'd between us. Cas. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let us Draw lots who shall begin. That will I, Pompey. Cæsar (1) Haunted. [Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers, and Attendants. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.-[Aside.]-You and I have known,6 sir. Eno. At sea, I think. Men. We have, sir. Eno. You have done well by water. Men. And you by land. Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me: though it cannot be denied what I have done by land Men. Nor what I have done by water. Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land. Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing. Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. Men. No slander; they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this way laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Eno. Cæsar's sister is called Octavia. Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. (2) Affright. (3) Present subject. (4) Target, shield. will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of holy, cold, and still conversation.I Men. Who would not have his wife so? Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here. Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt. [Exeunt. Men. Come; let's away. SCENE VII.-On board Pompey's galley, lying near Misenum. Music. Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet.2 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down. 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. 1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. 1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. 2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan1 I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mæcenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other captains. Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Cæsar.] They take the flow o'the Nile By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know, Lep. You have strange serpents there. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile. Ant. They are so. Pom. Sit, and some wine.-A health to Lepidus. Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates. Lep. What colour is it of? And the tears of it are wet. Pom. [To Menas aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang! Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for? Be jolly, lords. Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink. Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? Pom. What say'st thou ? Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. Pom. How should that be? Men. But entertain it, and, Although thou think me poor, I am the man Will give thee all the world. Pom. Pom. Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable; Pom. Men. Enobarbus, welcome. Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid. Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. [Pointing to the attendant who carries off Lepidus. Why? He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were all, Men. Eno. Good Antony, your hand. You have my father's house,-But what? we are Come, down into the boat. Eno. Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Sil. Ven. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, I could do more to do Antonius good, Sil. That magical word of war, we have effected; what haste Sil. along. SCENE II.-Rome. An ante-chamber in Cæsar's house. Enter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; Take heed you fall not. The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps [Exeunt Pom. Cæs. Ant. and Attendants. To part from Rome: Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Menas, I'll not on shore. Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness. Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! Men. [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. Men. Come. ACT III. SCENE I-A plain in Syria. Enter Ventidius, as after conquest, with Silius, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him. Eno. Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-Yet he loves Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love now (1) Kettle-drums. (2) Understand. (3) Burden, chorus. (4) Red eyes. (5) Pacorus was the son of Orodes, king of Parthia. The phoenix. Eno. They are his shards,1 and he their beetle. This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; Shall pass on thy approof.—Most noble Antony, To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Ant. In your distrust. Cæs. Ant. Make me not offended I have said. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. My noble brother!— Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and Cæs. Octavia? Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. What, Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, Eno. Will Cæsar weep? [Aside to Agrippa. Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound,6 he wail'd: No, sweet Octavia, Cæs. You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, And give you to the gods. Adieu; be happy! Cœs. Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Cæs. Ant. (1) Wings. (4) Scrupulous. Farewell, farewell! [Kisses Octavia. Farewell. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt. (2) Bond. |SCENE III.—Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Half afeard to come. I look'd her in the face; and saw her led She is not, madam. Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. What majesty is in her gait? Remember, Is this certain? Cannot make better note. Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.--Her hair, what colour? Mess. Brown, madam : And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo. Char. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, (6) Destroy. (7) Standing. (8) Pulled, lugged. |