Page images
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? JA foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Mes. Is not that he ?

(Charges the enemy.
Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; But Cassius is no more. - O setting son!

Brutus, my country's friend: know me for Brutas. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,

[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overSo in his red blood Cassius' day is set;

powered, and falls. The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone!

Luc. O young and noble Čato, art thou down? Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are Why, now thou diest as bravely, as Titinius; done!

And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

1 Suld. Yield, or thou diest! Mles. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Luc. Only I yield to die: O hateful error, melancholy's child !

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men

Offering money.
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,

1 Sold. We must not. – A poble prisoner!
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.
Tit. What, Pindaras! Where art thou, Pindarus ? 1 Sold.I'll tell the news.--Here comes the general. –
Mes. Seek hi:n, Titinius : whilst I go to meet

Enter Antony.
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report

Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord!
Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it;

Ant. Where is he?
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,

I dare assure thee, that no enemy
As tidings of this sight.

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
Tit. Hie you, Messala,

The gods defend him from so great a shame!
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

When you do find him, or alive, or dead,

(Exit Messala. He will be found like Brutus, like himself,
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Ant. This is not Brutus, friend! but, I assure you,
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

Give him all kindness: I had rather have
And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,

And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.

And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; How every thing is chanc'd.

(Exeunt. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

SCENE V. - Another part of the field.
will do his bidding. — Brutus, come apace, Enter Bautus, Dardanius, CLITUS, STRATO, and to-
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius !-
By your leave, gods! - This is a Roman's part: Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart!


(Dies. Cli. Statilias show'd the torch-light; bat, my lord, Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young He came not back; he is or ta’en, or slain

Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, anti Lucilius. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus! Slaying is the word;
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus!
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cli. What, J, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Cato. He is slain.

Bru. Peace then, no words!
Bru. Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Cli, I'll rather kill myself.
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords Bru, Hark thee, Dardanins !
In our own proper entrails. (Low ularums. Dar. I do such a deed?
Cato. Brave Titinius!

Cli. O, Dardanius !
Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Dar. O, Clitus!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? - Cli. What ill request did Brutas make to thee?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

Dar. To kill him, Clitus : look, he meditates:
It is impossible, that ever Rome

Cli. Now is that 'noble vessel full of grief,
Should breed thy fellow. – Friends, I owe more tears That it runs over even at his eyes.
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word!
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.

Vol. What says my lord ?
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
His funeral shall not be in our camp,

Bru. Why, this, Volamnius:

The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Lest it discomfort us. — Lucilius, come!

Two several times by night; at Sardis, once;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field !- And, this last night, here in Philippi’ fields.
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on -
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night

I know, my hour is come.

Vol. Not so, my lord.
We shall try fortune in a second fight. (Exeunt. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnias.

Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
SCENE JV. - Another part of the field. Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
Alarum. Enter fighting, soldiers of both armies ; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

then BRUTUS, Cato, Lucilius, and Others. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumpius,
Cato. What bastard doth' not? Who will go with Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Bru. Yet, countrymen, 0, yet hold up your heads! Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;

I will proclaim my name about the field :-

Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord



[Whispers has

(Alarum scil

[ocr errors]

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here! Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master?
Bru. Farewell to you; - and you;- and you, Vo- Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;

The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep ; For Brutus only overcame himself,
Farewell to thee too, Strato! - Countrymen, And no man else hath honour by his death.
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,

Luc. So Brutus should be found. - I thank thee,
I found no man, but he was true to me.

I shall have glory by this losing day,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,

Oct. All that sery'd Brutus, I will entertain them.
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
So, fare you well at once! for Brutus' tongue Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Hath almost ended his life's history:

Oct. Do so, Messala!
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Mes. How died my master, Strato?
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly! Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly!

That did the latest service to my master.
Bru. Hence! I will follow thec!

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. All the conspirators, save only he,
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord !

Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

He, only, in a general honest thought,
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. And common good to all, made one of them.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, His life was gentle, and the elements
While I do run upon it! Wilt thou, Strato ? So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Bru. Farewell, good Strato!- Caesar, now be still! With all respect, and rites of burial!
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
(He runs on his sword, and dies. Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. -
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messa- So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
LA, Lucilius, and their Army.

To part the glories of this happy day.
Oct. What man is that?


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]


[ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

persons of the Dra m a.

Tauros, lieutenant-general to Caesar.

Canidius, lieutenant-general to Antony.
Silius, an officer in Ventidius' army.
Euphronius, an ambassador from Antony to Cae-
Alexas, MARDIAN, Seleucus, and Diomedes, attend-

ants on Cleopatra.
friends of Antony. A Soothsayer. A Clown.


[ocr errors]

M. Aemil. LEPIDUS,
Sextus PompeiUS,

[merged small][ocr errors]

CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt.
Octavia, sister to Caesar, and wife to Antony.

attendants on Cleopatra.

friends of Caesar.

[ocr errors]

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other

friends of Pompey.
Scene, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire.

[ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]

Аст I.

That o'er the files and musters of the war

Have glow'd, like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
SCENE I. - Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA'S The office and devotion of their view

Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Enter DemetRIUS and Philo.

Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, And is become the bellows, and the fan,


[ocr errors]

be Isi (

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]

- the sum

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come! I knew this hasband, which, you say, must change
Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their his horns with garlands!
trains: Eunuchs sanniig her.

Alex. Soothsayer!
Take but good note, and you shall see in him Sooth. Your will ?
The triple pillar of the world transform'd

Char, Is this the man

in? — Is’t you, sir, that know Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see!

things? Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much! Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy Ant. There's beggary in the love, that can be A little I can read. reckou’d.

Alex. Show him your hand! Cleo. I'll set a bourn, how far to be belov'd.

Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wide enough,
new earth.

Cleopatra's health to drink.
Enter an Attendant,

Char. Good sir, give me good fortune !
Att. News, my good lord, from Pome!

Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Ant. Grates me:

Char. Pray then, foresee me one! Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony !

Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer, than you are. Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows,

Char. He

means, in flesh. If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent

Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
llis powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this: Char. Wriukles forbid !
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive!
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Char. Hash!
Ant. How, my love!

Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov'd. Cleo. Perchance, – nay, and most like,

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Alex. Nay, hear him!
Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony! - Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's, I'would say? be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow
- Both?

them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom
Call in the messengers ! — As I am Egypt's queen, Herold of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, my mistress.
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The mes-

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady, whom yon serre.

Char. O excellent! I love long life better, than figs

. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space;

fortune, Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Than that which is to approach. Feeds beast, as man: the nobleness of life

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no Is, to do thus ; when such a mutual pair, (Embracing. names. Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must And such a twain can do't, in which, I biud,

I have?
On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
We stand up peerless.

And fertile every wish, a million.
Cleo. Excellent falsehood !

Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? - Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy I'll seem the fool, I am not; Antony.

wishes. Will be himself.

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers! Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. –

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes, Now, for the love of Love, and her soft liours, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh; shall be-drunk to bed. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night? else. Cleo. Hear the ambassadors !

Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth Ant. Fye, wrangling queen!

famine. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Iras, Go, you wild bed fellow, you cannot soothsay. To weep: whose every passion fully strives Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful proTo make itself, in thee, fair, and admir'd!

gnostication, I cannot scra!ch mine ear. No messenger; but thine and all alone,

tell her but a worky-day fortune! To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. The qualities of people. Come, my queen;

Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars! Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us! Sooth. I have said. Dem. Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?

[Exeunt Ant, and Cleo, with their train. Irus. Am I not an inch of fortune better, than she? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune

better, than I, where would you choose it? He comes too short of that great property,

Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. I'm full sorry,

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend ! Aleras, That he approves the common liar, who

-come, his fortune, his fortune! — 0, let him marry at : I

a woman, that caunot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee!

And let her die too, aud give him a worse! and let SCENE II. — The same. Another room.

him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Enter CHARMAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech ther!

Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a Chur. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Iras. Amen! Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a hand



to your

- Pr’ythee,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Ofbetter deeds to-morrow. Restyou happy: "Exeunt.

[ocr errors]




Mess. Ay:


behold a foul knave uncuckolded; therefore, dear The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
Char. Amen!

I must from this enchanting queen break off; Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Ten thousand harms, more than the ills, I know, me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, My idleness doth hatch. - How now! Enobarbus! but they'd do't.

Eno. Hush! here comes Antony.

Eno. What's your pleasure, sir?
Char. Not he, the queen.

Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer Eno. No, lady.

our departure, death's the word. Cleo. Was he not here?

Ant. I must be

gone. Char. No, madain.

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die ! Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth ; but on the sudden It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, A Roman thought had struck him.- Enobarbus, – between them and a great cause, they should be esEno. Madam.

teemed nothing. Cleopatra,catching but the least noise Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither! Where's of this, dies instautly; I have seen her die twenty Alexas ?

times upon far poorer moment; I do think, there Alex. Here, madam, at your service ! - My lord is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon approaches.

her, she hath such celerity in dying. Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Cleo. We will not look upon him! Go with us ! Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing

[Exeunt Cleopatra, ¿nobarbus, Aleras, Iras, but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her

Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. storms and tempests, than almanacs can report: this Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

cannot be cunving in her; if it be, she makes a show

er of rain as well as Jove. But soon that war had end, and the time's state Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful

piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,

would have discredited your travel.
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Well,

Eno. Sir?
What worst?

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Eno. Fulvia?
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Ant. Dead.
Things, that are past, are done, with me.—'Tis thus ; Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice!
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
I hear him, as he flatter'd.

man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Mess. Labienus

earth; comforting therein, that, when old robes are (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, worn out, there are members to make new. If there Èxtended Asia from Euphrates ;

were no more women, but Fulvia, then had you inHis conqueriog banner shook, from Syria

deed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is To Lydia, and to lonia;

crowned with consolation;your old smock brings forth Whilst

a new petticoat:-and,indeed, the tears live in an onion, Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,

that should water this sorrow. Mess. ?, my lord !

Ant. The business, she hath broached in the state, Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Camot endure my absence. tongue;

Eno. And the business, you have broached here, can-
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :

not be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults which wholly depends on your abode.
With such full licence, as both truth and malice Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have power to utter! O, then we bring forth weeds, Have notice, what we purpose! I shall break
When oor quick winds lie still; and onr ills told us, The cause of our expedience to the queen,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a-while!

And get her love to part. For not alone
Mess. At your noble pleasure.

(Exit. The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there! Do strongly speak to us ; but the letters too
1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such an one? Of many our coutriving friends in Rome
2 Att. He stays upon your will.

Petition is at home: Sextus Pompeius
Ant. Let him appear! -

Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, The empire of the sea : our slippery people
Enter another Messenger.

(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Or lose myself in dotage.-- What are you? Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
2 Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead.

Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
Ant. Where died she?

Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
2 Mess. In Sicyon:

Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious for the main soldier; whose quality, going on,
Importeth thee to know, this bears. (Gives a letter. The sides o'the world may danger. Much is breeding,
Ant. Forbear me!

[Exit Messenger. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: And not a serpeot's poison. Say our pleasure,
What our contempts do often hurl from us, To such, whose place is under us, requires
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, Our quick remove from hence.
By revolution lowering, does become

Eno. I shall do't.


[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]

79 *



[ocr errors]

Es Hi. MC Ra TH


[ocr errors]


[ocr errors]




By any desperate change. My more particular, Enter Cleopatra, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Alexas. And that which most with you should safe my going, Cleo. Where is he?

Is Fulvia's death. Char. I did not see him since.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freeCleo. See, where he is, who's with him, what he dom, does :

It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die? I did not send you; - if you find him sad,

Ant. She's dead, my queen. Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report,

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return ! The garboils, she awak'd; at the last, best;

(Exit Alexas. See, when, and where she died. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, Cleo. O most false love! You do not hold the method to enforce

Where be the sacred vials, thou should'st fill The like from him.

With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in no- Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know thing.

The purposes

I bear; which are, or cease,
Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. As you shall give the advise. Now, by the fire,
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
In time we hate that which we often fear.

Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,

As thou affect'st.
But here comes Antony.

leo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

But let it be!- I am quickly ill, and well:
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose. So Antony loves.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature And give true evidence to his love, which stands
Will not sustain it.

An honourable trial!
Ant. Now, my dearest queen,

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me!

I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her ; Ant. What's the matter?

Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good Belong to Egypt! Good now, play one scene

of excellent dissembling, and let it look What says the married woman? – You may go; Like perfect honour! 'Would she had never given you leave to come! Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more! Let her not say, 'tis 1 that keep you here,

Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Ant. Now, by my sword,
Ant. The gods best know,-

Cleo. And target, – Still he mends ;
Cleo. 0, never was there queen

But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first,

How this Herculean Roman does become
I saw the treasons planted.

The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. Cleopatra,

Ant. I'll leave you, lady!
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Cleo. Courteous lord, one word !

Sir, you and I must part, - but that's not it:
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Sir, you and I have lov’d, - but there's not it;
Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, That you know well. Something it is I would, -
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
Which break themselves in swearing !

And I am all forgotten.
Ant. Most sweet queen,

Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo: Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
But bid farewell, and go! when you sued staying, For idleness itself.
Then was the time for words. No going then; Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

To bear such idleness so near the heart,
Bliss in our brows' bent ; none our parts so poor, As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,
But was a race of heaven. They are so still,

Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Eye well to you! your honour calls you hence;
Art turn’d the greatest liar.

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
Ant. How now, lady!

And all the gods go with you! upon your
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thon should'st Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success

Be strew'd before your feet!
There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant. Let us go! Come!
Ant. Hear me, queen!

Our separation so abides, and flies,
The strong necessity of time commands

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Our services a-while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Away !
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;

Equality of two domestic powers

Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants.

Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey, It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate

Caes. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth knop,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such, as have not thriv'd

One great competitor. From Alexandria
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten ;

This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike, Than Cleopatra;

nor the queen of Ptolemy

[ocr errors]




Rome. An apartment in CAESAD'S

« PreviousContinue »