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Laf: I saw the man to-day, if man he be. | loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for her, and King. Find him, and bring him hither.

talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and Ber. What of him?

I know not what; yet I was in that credit with He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,

them at that time, that I knew of their going to With all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh'd; bed : and of other motions, as promising her mar. Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: riage, and things that would derive me ill will to Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. That will speak any thing?

King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless theu King. She hath that ring of yours.

canst say they are married : but thou art too fine Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd her, in thy evidence: therefore, stand aside. --This And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth : ring, you say, was your's ? She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Dia, Ay, my good lord.

you? Madding my eagerness with her restraint,

King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it As all impediments in fancy's course

Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. Are inotives of more fancy; and, in fine,

King. Who lent it you? Her insuit coming with her modern grace

Dia. It was not lent me neither. Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring :

King. Where did you find it then ? And I had that, which any inferior might

Dia. I found it not. At market-price have bought.

King. If it were your's by none of all these Dia. I must be patient;

How could you give it him?

(ways, You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,

Dia. I never gave it him. May justly diet me. I pray you yet

Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband), goes off and on at pleasure.

(wife. Send for your ring, I will return it home,

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first And give me mine again.

Dia. It might be your's, or her's, for aught I Ber. I have it not.

know. King. What ring was your's, I pray you? King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Dia. Sir, much like

To prison with her : and away with him.The same upon your finger.

(of late. Unless thou tellist me where thou had'st this ring, King. Know you this ring? this ring was his Thou diest within this hour. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. Dia. I'll never tell you.

King. The story then goes false, you threw it King. Take ber away. Out of a casement.

him Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. (tomer. Dia. I have spoke the truth.

King. I think thee now some common cusEnter Parolles.

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this

King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts | while ? Is this the man you speak of? (you. Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Dia. Ay, my lord.

He knows, I am no maid, and be'll swear to't : King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. charge you,

Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; Not fearing the displeasure of your master, I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off),

(pointing to Lafeu. By him, and by this woman here, what know you? King. She does abuse our ears; to prisou with Par. So please your majesty, my master hath

her. been an honourable gentleman ! tricks he hath had Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.Stay, royal in him, which gentlemen have.


[erit Widow. King. Come, come, to the purpose : did he love The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, this woman?

And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her ; but how? Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, King. How, I pray you ?

Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him: Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves He knows himself, my bed he hath defild: woman.

And at that time he got his wife with child: King. How is that?

Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; Par. He loved her sir, and loved ber not. So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:

King. As thou art a krave, and no knave : And now behold the meaning. What an equivocal companion is this?

Re-enter Widow, and Helena, Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's King. Is there no exorcist command.

Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty Is't real, that I see?

Hel. No, my good lord;
Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. The name, and not the thing.
King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st? Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon!

Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, de ween them, as I said ; but more than that, he I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring,

And, look yon, here's your letter; this it says, If thou he'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, • When from my finger you can get this ring,

[to Diana. And are by me with child,' &c.—This is done: Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower, Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.clearly,

Of that, and all the progress, more and less, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Resolvedly more leisure shall express : Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, | All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, Deadly divorce step between me and you ! The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. O, my dear mother, do I see you living ?

[flourish. Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon:

Advuncing. -Good Tom Drum (to Parolles, lend me a hand The king's a beggar, now the play is done : kerchief. So, I thank thee; wait on me home, AU is well ended, if the suit be won, Ill make sport with thee. Let thy courtesies That you express content; which we will pay, alone, they are scurvy ones.

With strife to please you, day exceeding day: King. Let us from point to point this story Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; know,

| Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. To make the even truth in pleasure flow:



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M. Antony,

Octavius Cæsar,

Menecrates, Friends of Pompey.

M. Emil. Lepidus,

Taurus, Lieutenant-general to Cæsar.
Sextus Pompeius.
Domitius Enobarbus,

Canidius, Lieutenant-general to Antony.

Silius, an officer in Ventidius' army.

Euphronius, an Ambassador from Antony to Cæsar.
Friends of Antony.

Alexas, Mardian, Seleucus, and Diomedes, Attendants on


A Soothsayer, A Clown.

Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.

Octavia, sister to Cæsar, and wife to Antony.

Charmian, Dolabella,

Attendants on Cleopatra. Proculeius, s Friends of Cæsar.

Iras, Thyreus,

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and otlxr Attendants. SCENE_dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire.



ACT I. . SCENE 1. ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN CLEOPATRA's Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine PALACE.

Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, Enter Demetrius and Philo.

When shrill-tongue'd Fulvia scolds. The mes. Phi. Nar, but this dotage of our general's

sengers. O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, Ant. Let Rome in Tiber melt! and the wide That o'er the files and musters of the war

arch Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; The office and devotion of their view (turn, Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,

Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper;

embracing. And is become the bellows, and the fan,

And such a twain can do't, in wbich, I bind To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come! On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their | We stand up peerless. Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.

Cleo. Excellent falsehood ! Take but good note, and you shall see in him Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ? The triple pillar of the world transform'd I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Into a strumpet's fool: behold, and see.

| Will be himself. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, reckon'd.

Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch

Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, | Without some pleasure now: what sport to-night? new earth.

Cleo: Hear the ambassadors.
Enter an Attendant.

Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
Ant. Grates me:– The sum.

To weep; whose every passion fully strives
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:

To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows No messenger ; but tbine and all alone,
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent

To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; note
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that: The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Last night you did desire it:—Speak not to us. Ant. How, my love!

[exeunt Ant. and Cleo. with their Train. Cleo. Percbance,-pay, and most like,

Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. He comes too short of that great property
Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I would say? Which still should go with Antony.
Both ?

Dem. I'm full sorry,
Call in the messengers.--As I am Egypt's queen, That he approves the common liat, who

Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope | Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy, better than I, where would you choose it?

[exeunt. Iras. Not in my husband's nose. SCENE II. THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOM.

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Enter Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. | Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? him a worse ! and let worse follow worse, till the O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, must change his horns with garlands !

fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this Aler. Sonthsayer.

prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more Sooth. Your wil?

know things? weight; good Isis, I beseech thee ! Char. Is this the man ?- Is't you, sir, that Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of socresy, the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a A little I can read.

handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorAlex. Show him your hand.

row to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; there Enter Enobarbus

fore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine accordingly! Cleopatra's health to drink

enough, Char. Amen. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.

Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, Char. Pray then, foresee me one.

but they'd do't. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony. Char. He means, in flesh.

Char. Not he, the queen. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.

Enter Cleopatra.
Char. Wrinkles forbid !

Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Alez. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Eno. No, lady.
Char. Hush!

Cleo. Was he not here?
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Char. No, madam.

(sudden Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the Alex. Nay, hear him.

A Roman thought had struck him.--Enobarbus,-Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let Eno. Madam. me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to Alexas ?

(approaches. whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me Alex. Here madam, at your service.--My lord to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion Enter Antony, with a Messenger, and Attendants. me with my mistress.

[serve. Cleo. We will not look upon him: go with us. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you [exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras, Char. O excellent! I love long life better than

Charmiun, Soothsayer, and Attendants.

(fortune, Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former Ant. Against my brother Lucius? Than that which is to approach.

Mess. Ay: Char. Then, belike, my children shall bave no But soon that war had end, and the time's stnte names.

shave? | Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Prythee, how many boys and wenches must I Cæsar;

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, And fertile every wish, a million.

Upon the first encounter, drave them Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Ant. Well,

Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy What worst? to your wishes.

Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.

Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-Aler. We'll know all our fortunes.


(thus; Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Things that are past, are done, with me. -"Tie shall be drunk to bed.

(else. Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing I hear him, as he flatter'd. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth | Mess. Labienus famine.

(This is stiff news) bath, with his Parthian forte, Iras. Go, you wild bed-fellow, you cannot | Extended Asia from Euphrates; soothsay.

His conquering banner shook, from Syria
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful To Lydia, and to Iona :
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Whilst
Prythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.

Mess. O, my lord! Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Sooth. I have said.


tongue; Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than | Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:


Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; anu taunt my faults this grief is crowned with consolation; your old
With such full licence, as both truth and malice smock brings forth a new petticoati-and, indeed,
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, the tears live in an onion, that should water this
When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, sorrow.
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.

Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Mess. At your noble pleasure.

[exit. Cannot endure my absence. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. Eno. And the business you have broached bere 1 Alt. The man from Sicyon. Is there such an cannot be without you ; especially that of Cleo2 Att. He stays upon your will (one? patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. Let him appear.—

Ant. No more light answers. Let our officer These strong Egyptian fetters, I must break, Have notice wbat we purpose. I shall break Enter another Messenger.

The cause of our expedience to the queen, Or lose myself in dotage.-- What are you? And get her love to part. For not alone 2 Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead.

The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Ant. Where died she?

Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too 2 Mess. In Sicyon :

Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Ier length of sickness, with what else more serious Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Importeth thee to know, this bears. (gives a letter. Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
Ant. Forbear me.-

[exit Messenger. The empire of the sea : our slippery people
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
What our contempts do often hurl from us, Till his deserts are past), begin to throw
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
By revolution lowering, does become

Upon his son; who, bigh in name and power,
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
The band could pluck her back, that shov'd her on. For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
I must from this enchanting queen break off ; The sides o'the world may danger: Much is breeding
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, Which, like the courser's hair, bath yet but life,
My idleness doth batch.-How now, Enobarbus! And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
Enter Enobarbus.

To such whose place is under us, requires Eno. What's your pleasure, sir?

Our quick remove from hence. Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Eno. I shall do't.

(exeunt, Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We

SCENE III. see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they | Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alezas. suffer our departure, death's the word.

Cleo. Where is he? Ant. I must be gone.

Char. I did not see him since. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing;

he does : though, between them and agreat cause, they should I did not send you :- If you find him sad, be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. [erit Al die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him think, there is mettle in death, which commits some You do not hold the method to enforce [dearly, loving act upon her, she hath such celerity in dying. The like from him. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.

Cleo. What should I do, I do not ? Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of Char. In each thing give him way, cross hin nothing but the finest part of pure love: We can

in nothing.

[him. not call her winds and waters, sighs, and tears ; | Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose they are greater storms and tempests than alma Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear. backs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if | In time we hate that which we often fear. it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

Enter Antony.
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!

But here comes Antony.
Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a won Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

[pose, derful piece of work; which not to have been Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purblessed withal, would have discredited your travel. Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall Ant. Fulvia is dead.

It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature (fall; Eno. Şir?

Will not sustain it. Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Ant. Now, my dearest queen,Eno. Fulvia ?

Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me, Ant. Dead.

Ant. What's the matter?

(good news. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's surRO When it pleaseth their deities so take the wife of What says the married woman ?-- You may go; a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of Would she had never given you leave to come! the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes | Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, are worn out, there are members to make new. I have no power upon you ; hers you are. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then | | Ant. The gods best know, azd you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: Cleo. 0, never was there queen

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