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To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come! I knew this husband, which, you say, must change
Char. Is this the man? — 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:-- the sum
Char. Pray then, foresee me one!
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer, than you are.
Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov'd.
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. sengers!
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 carth 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 priry I'll seem the fool, I am not; Antony.
to your wishes. Will be himself.
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers!
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes,
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Cleo. Hear the ambassadors !
Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilas presageth
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful pro
goostication, I cannot scra!ch mine ear. — Pr’ythee, 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.
[Exeunt Ant. and Cleo with their train. Dem, Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
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?
Iras. Not in my husbaud's nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,
-come, his fortune, bis fortune! - 0, let him marry I
a womam, that caunot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee!
And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let SCENE II. - The same. Another room.
him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold!
Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou denyme a Enter CHARMAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech ther! Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handChur. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing! Iras. Amen! Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the
Ofbetter deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy? (Exeunt.
behold a foul knave nncuckolded; therefore, dear The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ;
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
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.
Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die!
teemed nothing. Cleopatra,catching but the least uoise 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, Enobarbus, Alexus, Iras, but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her
Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. winds and waters, sighs anıl 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 cunning in her; if it be, she makes a show
er of rain as wellas Jove.
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 still news) hath, with his Parthian force, worn out, there are members to make new. If there Extended Asia from Euphrates;
were no more women, but Fulvia, then had you inHis conquering 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 Cannot 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, 2 Mess. In Sicyon:
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.
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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
Ant. She's dead, my queen.
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,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!--
But let it be!-- I am quickly ill, and well:
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
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
Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
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,
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
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.
SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in CAESAD'S
Caes. You may see, Lepidus, and heoceforth know,
One great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike,
More womanly, than he: hardly gave audience, or Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
Lep. It is pity of him.
Caes. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome! 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Assemble we immediate council! Pompey
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
Cae. Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell!
To let me be partaker.
Caes. Doubt not, sir!
Enter CleOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and MARDIAN.
Cleo. Charmian, —
Give me to drink mandragora !
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of
My Antony is away.
Char. You think of him
Cleo. 0, treason!
Char. Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian!
Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ?
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ?
Mar. Yes, gracious madam !
Yet have I fierce affections, and think,
What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he,
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou, whom thou Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison.— Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
With looking on his life.
Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail !
Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen,
Men. Caesar and Lepidus
Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.
Men. From Silvius, sir.
Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome to Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan’d lip!
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his hononr, Cleo. What, was le sad, or merry
Even till a Lethe'd dulness !-How now, Varius ? Alex. Like to the time o’the year between the ex
Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Cleo. O well-divided disposition ! -- Note him, Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis
Pom. I could have given less matter
Is twice the other twain. But let us rear o heavenly mingle! - Be’st thou sad, or merry, The higher our opinion, that our stirring The violence of either thee becomes;
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow plack
Men, I cannot hope,
Caesar and Antony shall well greet together: Cleo. Who's born that day,
Ais wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar;
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Pom. I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Char, O that brave Caesar!
Were't not that we stand up against them all, Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! 'Twere pregnant, they should square between themSay, the brave Antony.
selves; Char. The valiant Caesar!
For they have entertained cause enough
May cement their divisions, and bind up
The peity difference, we yet not know.
Be it, as our gods will have it! It only stands
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands,
SCENE II. Rome. A room in the house of LEPIDES Get me ink and paper !- ho shall have every day
Enter ExOBARBUS and Lepidus.
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
Eno. I shall entreat him
And speak as loud as Mars! By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave to-day.
Lep. 'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
Serves for the matter, that is then born in it.
Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Eno. Not, if the small come first.
Lep. Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up! Here comes
The noble Antony.
Enter Antony and VentiDICS.
Enter Caesar, Mecaexas, and AGRIPPA.
Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia !
Caes. I do not kuow,
Mecaepas; ask Agrippa.
Lep. Noble friends,