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Dar. 'To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and tnrn away thy face, tates.
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Cli. Now is that noble vessel full cf grief, Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you That it runs over even at his eyes.
well, my lord. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a Bru. Farewell, good Strato.--Cesar, now be word.
still: Vol. What says my lord ?
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius :
[He runs on his Sword und dies. The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
Messala, Lucilius, and their Army. I know, my hour is come.
Oct. What man is that? Vol. Not so, my lord.
Mes. My master's man.--Strato, where is Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
thy master ? Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
The conquerors cán but make a fire of him; nius,
(gether; And no man else bath honour by his death. Thou know'st, that we two went to school to
Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
thee, Brutus, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain lord.
them." Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
here. Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you,
Stru. Ay, if Messala will prefert me to you.
Oct. Do so, Messala.
Mes. How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take bim to follow thee, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, That did the !atest service to my naster. I found no man, but he was true to me.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them I shall have glory by this losing day,
All the conspirators, save only he, Call : More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, Did that they did in envy of great Cesar; By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
He, only, in a general honest thought, So, fare you well at once;,for Brutus’ tongue And common good to all, made une of them. Hath almost ended his life's history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would so mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
(rest; His life was gentle; and the elements That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
And say to all the world, This was a man! [Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly.
Oct. According to his virtue let us use hin, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
With all respect and rites of burial. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, (Exeunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, und VOLUM. Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest: and let's away, I prythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord :
To part the glories of this happy day. (Eseuri. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
* Receive into my service. + Recommend.
Enter an ATTENDANT.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Ant. Grates* me:-The sumn.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia, perchance is angry; Or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, Take int thut kingdom, and enfranchise thut ; That o'er the files and musters of the war Perform't, or else we damn thee. Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, Ant. How, my love! now turn,
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, The office and devotion of their view
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, AnWhich in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
tony.The buckles on his breast, reneges" all tem- Where's Fulvia's process ! Cesar's, I would per;
say!--Both ? And is become the bellows, and the fan, Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of
thine Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays
(shame, their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
When shrill-tongu’u Fulvia scolds.--The mesTake but good note, and you shall see in him
sengers. The triple pillar of the world transform’d Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
arch Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Kingdoms are clay: our dupgy earth alike reckon'd.
Feeds beast as map: the nobleness of life Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov’d. Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Ant. Then must thou needs find out new
[Embracing, heaven, new earth.
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind + Renounces. + Bound or limit. * Offends. + Subdue, conquer. Summons,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,* | mage: find me to marry me with Octavius CeWe stand up peerless.
sar, and companion me with my mistress. Cleo. Excellent Falsehood!
Snoth. You shall outlive the lady whom you Why did we marry Fulvia, and not love her?
serve. I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Char. O excellent! I love long life better Will be himself.
than figs. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
former fortune Let's not confoundt the time with conference Than that which is to approach. harsh:
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have There's not a minute of our lives should stretch no names :* Pr'ythee, how many boys and Without some pleasure now: What sport to- Wenches must I have? night?
Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
And fertile every wish, a million. Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!
Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Alex. You think, none but your sheets are To weep; whose every passion fully strives privy to your wishes. To make itself, in thee, fair and adinir'd! Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. No messenger, but thine and all alone,
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, Eno, Mine, and most of our fortunes, toand note
night, shall be-drunk to bed. The qualities of people. Come, my queen ; Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. nothing else,
[Ereunt Ant, and Cleo. with their Train. Char. Even as the overflowing Nilus preDem. Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so sageth famine. slight?
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, soothsay: He comes too short of that great property Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful Which still should go with Antony.
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.Dem. I'm full sorry,
Prythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. That he approves the common liar, who
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope Iras. But how, but how? give me particuOf better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! lars.
[Exeunt. Sooth. I have said.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than SCENE II.—The same.--Another Room. she? Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, und a Sooth- Char. Well, if you were but an inch of forSAYER.
tune better than I, where would you choose it? Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any
Iras. Not in my husband's nose. thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0,
Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! where's the soothsayer that you praised so to let him'marry a woman that cannot go, sweet the queen? O, that I knew this husband, Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and which, you say, must change his horns with give him a worse! and let
till the worst of all follow him laughing to his Alex. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will ?
grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear Chur. Is this the man ?—Is't you, Sir, that of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee !
me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter know things? Sooth. In nature's isfinite book of secrecy,
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer
of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking A little I can read.
to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a Alex. Show him your hand.
deadly sorrow to behold a toul knave upcuck Enter ENOBARBUS.
olded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum,
and fortune him accordingly! Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine
Char. Amen, Cleopatra's health to drink.
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.
make me a cuckold, they would make them. Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
selves whores, but they'd do't. Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Eno. Hush !' here comes Antony. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you
Char. Not he, the queen.
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Cleo. Was he not here? Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than be- Char. No, madam. loved.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the Char. I had rather heat my liver with drink
A Roman thought hath struck him.-EnobarAlex. Nay, hear him.
Eno. Madam. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Cleo. Seek him, and bring him bither. Where's Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon,
Alexas? and widow them all: let me have a child at Alex. Here, madam, at your service. My fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do ho
Shall be bastards. + An Egyptian goddess.
Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER and Atten
Enter ENOBARBUS. dants.
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir ? Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with Ant. I must with haste from hence. [Exeunt Cleopatra, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAs, We see how'mortal an unkindness is to them;
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : Iras, CHARMIAN, SOOTHSAYER, and if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Attendants.
Ant. I must be gone. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let wofield.
men die: It were pity to cast them away for Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? Mess. Ay:
nothing; though, between them and a great But soon that war had end, and the time's state patra, catching but
the least noise of this, dies
cause, they should be esteemed nothing. CleoMade friends of them, joining their force'gainst instantly; I have seen her die twenty times
upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is
mettle in death, which commits some loving Upon the first encounter, drave them. Ant. Well,
act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dy
ing: What worst?
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Mess. The nature of bad news infects the
Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made teller. Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and
of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We
[thus; tears ; they are greater storms and tempests Things, that are past, are done, with me.
than almanacks can report: this cannot be Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower I hear him as he flatter'd.
of rain as well as Jove. Mess. Labienus
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian
Eno. (, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonExtended* Asia from Euphrătes; [force, derful piece of work; which not to have been His conquering banner shook, from Syria blessed withal, would have discredited your To Lydia, and to Ionia;
Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Antony, thon would'st say,
Eno. Sir? Mess. O, my lord !
Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the ge
Eno. Fulvia ?
Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful
When it pleaseth their deities to faults
[lice take the wife of a man from him, it shows to With such full licence, as both truth and ma- man the tailors of the earth; comforting thereHave power to utter. 'O, then we bring forth in, that when old robes are worn out, there are weeds,
members to make new. If there were no more When our quick windst lie still; and our ills women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented: this grief is Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
crowned with consolation; your old smock Mess. At your noble pleasure. (Erit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak the tears live in an onion, that should water
brings forth a new petticoat:-and, indeed, there.
this sorrow. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.—Is there such
Ant. The business she hath broached in the a one ? Cannot endure my absence.
(state, 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear,
Eno. And the business you have broached
here cannot be without you, especially that of These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your Enter another MESSENGER.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our offiOr lose myself in dotage.-What are you? 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Ant. Where died she?
The cause of our expedience* to the queen, · 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
And get her lovet to part. For not alone Her length of sickness, with what else more The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Importeth thee to know, this bears. [serions Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
(Gires a letter. Of many our contriving friends in Rome Ant. Forbear me.- (Erit MessENGER. Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire Hath given the dare to Cesar, and commands What our contempts do often hurl from us, [it: The empire of the sea: our slippery, people We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, By revolution lowering, does become
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Pompey the great, and all his dignities, The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd Upon his son; who, high in name and power, her on.
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up I must from this enchanting queen break off; For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, The sides o'the world may danger : Much is My idleness doth hatch.- How now! Enobar
[life, bus !
Which, like the courser'st hair, hatb yei but
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, • Seized. + In some editions minds. 1 Tilling, plowing; prepares us to produce good seed.
I Horse. Waits.
To such whose place is under us, requires
Ant. Hear me, queen: Vur quick remove from hence.
The strong necessity of time commands Eno. I shall do't.
(Exeunt. Our services a while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and
Makes his approaches to the port* of Rome: ALEXAS.
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction: The bated, grown Cleo. Where is he?
(Pompey; Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd be does :
Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd I did not send you; - If you find him sad,
Upon the present state, whose numbers threatSay, I am dancing, if in mirth, report
(purge That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return.
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would
[Exit Alexas. By any desperate change: My more partiChar, Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
And that which most with you should safer You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him.
Is Fulvia's death.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give in nothing.
It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die? Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to
Ant. She's dead, my queen : lose him.
Look here, and, Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish for. The garboils she awak'd;s at the last, best:
thy sovereign leisure, read bear;
See, when, and where she died.
Cleo. O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill But here comes Antony.
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to
know pose, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall The purposes I bear; which are, or cease fall;
As you shall give the advice : Now, by the It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
fire, Will not sustain it.
That quickens Nilus' slime,|| I go from hence, Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
As thou affect'st. Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some But let it be.--I am quickly ill, and well; good news.
So Antony loves. What says the married woman?-You may go;
Ant. My precious queen, forbear; 'Would, she had never given you leave tó And give true evidence to his love, which come! An honourable trial.
(stands Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I have no power upon you; hers you are.
I pr’ythee turn aside, and wecp for her; Ant. The gods best know,
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Cleo. O, never was there queen
Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look I saw the treasons planted.
Like perfect honour. Ant. Cleopatra,
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more, Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is [gods,
meetly. Though you in swearing shake the thronged
Ant. Now, by my sword, Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous mad- But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee,
Cleo. And target,-Still he mends; ness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.**
Ant. I'll leave you, lady. going,
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay: Sir, you and I must part, - but that's not it: Then was the time for words : No going Sir, you and I have lov’d.—but there's not it;
That you know well: Something it is I would,Eternity was in our lips, and eyes; [poor, o, my obliviontt is a very Antony, Bliss in our brows' bent;t none our parts so| And I am all forgotten. But was a racet of heaven: They are so still,
Ant. But that your royalty Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Art turp'd the greatest liar.
For idleness itself. Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou To bcar such idleness so near the heart shouldst know,
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me; There were a heart in Egypt.
+ Render my going not dangerous. * look as if I did not send you.
Can Fulvia be dead? The commotion she occasioned
|| Mud of the river Nile To me, the Queen of Egypte + The arch of our eye-brows. Smack or flavour.
# Oblivious memory