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Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? JA foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
(Charges the enemy.
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;
1 Sold. We must not. – A poble prisoner!
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord!
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
(Exit Messala. He will be found like Brutus, like himself,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
(Exeunt. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
SCENE V. - Another part of the field.
(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
Cli. What, J, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words!
Cli. O, Dardanius !
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? - Cli. What ill request did Brutas make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus : look, he meditates:
Cli. Now is that 'noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word!
Vol. What says my lord ?
Bru. Why, this, Volamnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis, once;
I know, my hour is come.
Vol. Not so, my lord.
Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
then BRUTUS, Cato, Lucilius, and Others. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumpius,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here! Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master?
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
Luc. So Brutus should be found. - I thank thee,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that sery'd Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Oct. Do so, Messala!
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.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
To part the glories of this happy day.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
persons of the Dra m a.
Tauros, lieutenant-general to Caesar.
Canidius, lieutenant-general to Antony.
ants on Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt.
attendants on Cleopatra.
friends of Caesar.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd, like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
be Isi (
- the sum
To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come! I knew this hasband, which, you say, must change
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.
Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune !
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,
means, in flesh. If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov'd. Cleo. Perchance, – nay, and most like,
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom
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,
And fertile every wish, a million.
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.
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
Ofbetter deeds to-morrow. Restyou happy: "Exeunt.
behold a foul knave uncuckolded; therefore, dear The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
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. What's your pleasure, sir?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see
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.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
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-
not be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
And get her love to part. For not alone
(Exit. The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Petition is at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
[Exit Messenger. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
Eno. I shall do't.
Es Hi. MC Ra TH
С An To AD TO W
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.
I bear; which are, or cease,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
leo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
But let it be!- I am quickly ill, and well:
An honourable trial!
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.
Ant. Now, by my sword,
Cleo. And target, – Still he mends ;
But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. I'll leave you, lady!
Sir, you and I must part, - but that's not it:
And I am all forgotten.
Ant. But that your royalty
To bear such idleness so near the heart,
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your
Be strew'd before your feet!
Ant. Let us go! Come!
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Caes. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth knop,
One great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike, Than Cleopatra;
nor the queen of Ptolemy
Rome. An apartment in CAESAD'S