The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare

Ces. The time of universal peace is near:

SCENE VII.-Field of Battle between the Camps.

Alarum.-Drums and trumpets.-Enter AGRIPPA, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far, Cesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt. Alarum.-Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.

Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had driven them With clouts about their heads. [home

Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,

But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS,

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mess. Antony

Is come into the field.

Ces. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself.

[world

[Exeunt CESAR and his Train. Eno. Alexas did revolt: and went to Jewry, On affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cesar, And leave his master Antony for his pains, Cesar bath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest That fell away, have entertainment, but No honourable trust. I have done ill; Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, That I will joy no more.

Enter a SOLDIER of CESAR'S.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: The messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.

I tell you true: Best that you saf'd the bringer
Out of the host: I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.

[Exit SOLDIER. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows heart.

and Forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before. [row,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-mor-
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty t-handed are you and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all
Hectors.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they, with joyful
tears,
[kiss
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To SCARUS.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy § I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o'the

world,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl

though grey

[we Do something mingle with our brown; yet have A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get gaol for gaol of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;Kiss it, my warrior :-He hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold: it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phœbus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:

Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds
together,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.-CESAR'S Camp. SENTINELS on their Post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: The night

Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle
By the second hour i'the morn.

2 Sold. This last day was

A shrewd one to us.

Eno. O bear me witness, night!-

3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!-

1 Sold. Enobarbus !

3 Sold. Peace;

Hark further.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;
Which, being dried with grief, will break to
powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register

A master-leaver, and a fugitive:

O Antony! O Antony!

2 Sold. Let's speak

To him.

[Dies.

I shall discover all; I'll bring thee word
Straight how 'tis like to go.

Scar. Swallows have built

[Exit.

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say, they know not,-they cannot tell ;-look
grimly,

And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant and dejected; and, by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear,
Of what he has and has not.

Alarum afar off, as at a Sea Fight.
Re-enter ANTONY.

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
Ant. All is lost!

My fleet have yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore! *

'tis thou

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
For when I am reveng'd upon my charin,
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly:
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, begone.

[Exit SCARUS.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The
hearts

That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, †
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd
them home;

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, ý May concern Cesar.

3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for sleeping.

2 Sold. Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, awake, Sir; speak to us.

2 Sold. Hear you, Sir.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark, the drums

Demurely wake the sleepers.
To the court of guard; he is
Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on then; He may recover yet.

[Drums afar off. Let us bear him of note: our hour

[Exeunt with the Body. SCENE X.-Between the two Camps. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land.

Scar. For both, my lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the

air;

We'd fight there too. But this it is: Our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,
Shall stay with us; order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

• As becomes the warriors that own them. guard-room. queezed.

[Exeunt.

+ The The ancient preterite teuse of reach,

1 Pour out, as a sponge when

Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.-
What, Eros, Eros !

Enter CLEOPATRA.

Ah! thou spell! Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love ?

Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserv-
ing,

And blemish Cesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives, to dolts: and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. [Erit CLEO.] 'Tis well
thou'rt gone.

If it be well to live: But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many.-Eros, ho!-
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: Teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let me lodge Lichas ** on the horns o'the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest

SCENE XI-Alexandria.-A Room in the Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,⚫

Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and

MARDIAN.

Cleo. Help me, my women! Oh, he is more

mad

Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of
Was never so emboss'd t
[Thessaly

Char. To the monument;
There lock yourself, and send him word you are
dead.

The soul and body rivet not more in parting,
Than greatness going off.

Cleo. To the monument :-
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony;
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,
Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.-
[Exeunt.
To the monument.

SCENE XII.-The same.-Another Room.

Enter ANTONY and EROS.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros. Ay, noble lord.

Crack thy frail case !-Apace, Eros, apace.--
No more a soldier :-Bruised pieces, gor
You have been nobly borne.-From me awhile.-
[Exit EROS.

I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture:-Since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no further: Now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: Seal then, and all is
done.-

Eros !-I come, my queen :-Eros !-Stay for me.
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in

hand,

And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze :
Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,

And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros !

Re-enter EROS.

Eros. What would my lord?

Ant. Since Cleopatra died,

I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's
back

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dra- With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack

gonish;

A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast
these signs;

They are black vesper's pageants.
Eros. Ay, my lord.

seen

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a
thought,

The rack dislimbs; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

[is

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain
Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had
nine-

(Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost)-she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cesar and false play'd my
Unto an enemy's triumph.-
[glory

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.-Oh! thy vile lady!

The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cesar tells,
I am conquerer of myself. Thou art sworn,
Eros,
[now
That, when the exigent should come, (which
Is come indeed) when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of

Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then would'st kill me: do't; the time is

Eros. I would not see't.

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be
cur'd.

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
Most useful for thy country.

Eros. O Sir! pardon me.

Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou
not then

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
Or thy precedent services are all

But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble counte-

I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and | All strange and terrible events are welcome, Eros

Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me
A nobleness in record: but I will be
A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a lover's bed. Come then; and, Eros,
Thy master dies thy scholar to do thus

I learn'd of thee. dead?

[Falling on his Sword. How! not yet dead? not

The guard!-ho !-Oh! despatch me.

Enter DERCETAS and GUARD.

1 Guard. What's the noise?

But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great

Enter DIOMEDES.

As that which makes it.-How now? is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'the other side your monument,
His guard hath brought him thither.

Enter ANTONY, borne by the GUARD.
Cleo. O thou sun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-dark. ling stand

Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; Oh! The varying shore o'the world!-0 Antony!

make an end

Of what I have begun.

2 Guard. The star is fallen.

1 Guard. And time is at his period.

All. Alas, and woe!

Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead.

1 Guard. Not I.

2 Guard. Nor I.

3 Guard. Nor any one.

[Exeunt GUARD. Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.

This sword but shown to Cesar, with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.

Enter DIOMEDES.

Dio. Where's Antony?

Der. There, Diomed, there.
Dio. Lives he?

Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS.
Ant. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy
sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.

Dio. Most absolute lord,

My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant. When did she send thee?

Dio. Now, my lord.

Ant. Where is she?

Dio. Lock'd in her monument.

prophesying fear

Antony, Antony !-Charmian, help; help, Iras:
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace:

Not Cesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony: but woe 'tis so!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only

I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.-

Cleo. I dare not, dear

(Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the imperions show
Of the full-fortun'd Cesar ever shall

Be brooch'd with me: if knife, drugs, ser-
pents, have

Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.-But come, come, An-

Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord! She had a Our strength is all gone into heaviness, makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power,

Of what hath come pass: for when she saw
(Which never should be found,) you did suspect
She had dispos'd with Cesar, and that your

That

The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet coine a little,

Wishers were ever fools;-O come, come, come;
[They draw ANTONY up.
And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast
liv'd:

Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out."

All. A heavy sight!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:

Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so

high,

That the false housewife Fortune break her
Provok'd by any offence.
[wheel

Ant. One word, sweet queen :

Of Cesar seek your honour, with your safe. ty.-O!

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me :

None about Cesar trust, but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
None about Cesar.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
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.
[Dies.

Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die!
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide

Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. In this dull world, which in thy absence is Char. Be comforted, dear madam.

Cleo. No, I will not:

Made terms with

No better than a stye ?-O see, my women,
The crown o'the earth doth melt :-My lord !-

• Without light.

1 Adorned.

Char. Peace, peace, Iras.

Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and com manded

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. All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: Then, is it sin,
To rush into the secret house of death,

Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women?

What, what? good cheer? Why, how now, Charmian?

My noble girls !-Ab, women, women! look, 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,

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.
[Exeunt: those above bearing off ANTONY'S
Body.

ACT V.

Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,

Splitted the heart.-This is his sword,

I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.

Ces. Look you sad, friends?

The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr. And strange it is,

That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours

Waged equal with him.

Agr. A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Cesar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,

He needs must see himself.

Ces. O Antony !

I have foliow'd thee to this:-But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: But yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that
our stars,

Unreconcileable, should divide

Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends,But I will tell you at some meeter season; Enter a MESSENGER.

The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says.-Whence are you?
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my
mistress,

Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction:

That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.

Ces. Bid her have good heart;

SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp before Alexan- She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,

dria.

How honourable and how kindly we Determine for her for Cesar cannot live

[Exit.

Mess. So the gods preserve thee! Ces. Come hither, Proculeius: Go, and say, We purpose her no shame give her what com

Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, MECE-To be ungentle.
NAS, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, and others.
Ces. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, ‡ tell him, he mocks us by
The pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cesar, I shall.

[Exit DOLABELLA. Enter DERCETAS, with the sword of ANTONY. Ces. Wherefore is that? and what art thou,

that dar'st

forts

The quality of her passion shall require;
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
Would be eternal in our triumph: Go,
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome,
And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.
Pro. Cesar I shall.

[Exit PROCULEIUS. Ces. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella,

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