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For both, my lord.
Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air;
Enter Cæsar an his Forces, marching.
Re-enter Antony and Scarus.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,-
What, Eros, Eros;
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt.
Cleo. Why is my lord eurag'd against his love?
If it be well to live. But better 'twere
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon;
[Exeunt. Another Room.
SCENE XII. The same.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Ay, noble lord.
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine The rack dislins: and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
It does, my lord.
ay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady! Enter Mardian.
She has robb'd me of my sword.
Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
Dead. Ant. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep:-That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off;[Exit Mardian.
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Eros. What would my lord?
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Eros. My sword is drawn. Ant.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Ant. Lo thee. [Turning from him. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros. My dear master, My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. Ant. 'Tis said, man;-and farewell. Eros, Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? Ant. Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then-[Falls on his Sword] Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. Ant. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw
But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
[pr'ythee. Ant. Too late, good Diomed:-Call my guard, I Dio. What ho! the emperor's guard! The guard, Come, your lord calls. [what, ho!
Enter some of the Guard.
I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
[Exeunt, bearing Antony.
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard,
I here importune death awhile, until
I dare not, dear (Dear, my lord, pardon), I dare not, Lest I be taken not the imperious show
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
A heavy sight!
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by may offence.
One word, sweet queen: Of Cesar seek your honour, with your safety.-0! Cleo. They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me : None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius. Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar.
Ant. The miserable change now at my end, Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, In feeding them with those my former fortuues Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world, The noblest and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going;
I can no more. Cleo.
Noblest of men, woo't die ?
The soldiers' pole is fallen; young boys, and girls,
O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
Char. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras.
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. 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 stolen our jewel. Ali's but naught; Patience is sottish; and impatience does. Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, To rash into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, CharMy noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look, [mian? Our lamp is spent, it's out:--Good sirs, take heart: To the Guard below.
We'll bury him and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Enter Dercetas, with the Sword of Antony. Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Appear thus to us? [dar'st Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my life, To spend upon his haters: If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life. Cas.
O Antony !
I have follow'd thee to this;-But we do lance
Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,--
The business of this man looks out of him,
Of thy intents desires instruction;
Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. Cas. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? [Exit Gallus.
Agr. Mec. Cas. 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; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings: Go with me, and see What I can show in this.
Cæsar, I shall.
Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
Enter, to the Gates of the Monument, Proculeius,
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt; And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. [Within]
What's thy name?
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
That have no use for trusting. If your master
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
It shall content me best be gentle to her.-
If you'll employ me to him.
Say, I would die. [Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly, you know me. Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard, or known. You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; Is't not your trick?" Dol. I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony ;O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man!
Dol. If it might please you,Cleo. His face was as the heavens: and therein stuck The little O, the earth. A sun and moon; which kept their course, and lighted
Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Dol. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Dol.
Gentle madam, no.
Cleo. 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 An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite.
Hear me, good madam : Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, As answering to the weight: Would I might never By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root. I thank you, sir. Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,Dol,
Though he be honourable,Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph? Dol.
I know it.
Madam, he will;
Within. Make way there,-Cæsar.
Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Proculeius, Mecenas,
Seleucus, and Attendants.
What, of death too,
Which is the queen
Of Egypt? Dol.
'Tis the emperor, madam.
[Cleopatra kneels. Arise,
Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat; I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin, Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! rather make My country's high pyramids my gibbet, And hang me up in chains!
You shall not kneel :
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Take to you no hard thoughts:
I cannot project mine own cause so well
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
[and we Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. Caes. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
Not petty things admitted.-Where's Seleucus ?
Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
I had rather seel my lips, than, to my peril,
What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made
Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Your wisdom in the deed.
See, Cæsar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild-O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hir'd!- What, goest thou back? thou shalt
Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
Good queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this;
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
As we greet modern friends withal: and say,
Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis
Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd,
Not so: Adieu. [Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [not [Whispers Charmian. Iras. Finish, good lady: the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Hie thee again : I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go, put it to the haste.
Madam, I will. Re-enter Dolabella.
Show me, my women, like a queen-Go fetch
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket.
Clown. Truly I have him but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover.
Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt.-Truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm: But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the Basket. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.
Cleo. Will it eat me?
Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: 1 know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.