Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends; say boldly.
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has;
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know,
Whose he is, we are; and that's, Cæsar's.
Thyr.

So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Cæsar.
Cleo.
Go on: Right royal.
Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cleo.

O!

Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries

That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here, (What's her

name,

Since she was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-
Ant.

Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again:-This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Attend. with Thyreus. You were half blasted ere I knew you :-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders ?

Good my lord,

Cleo. Ant. You have been a boggler ever :But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (0 misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut {us To our confusion.

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment

Not as deserv'd.

Cleo.

He is a god, and knows

What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.
Eno.
To be sure of that, [Aside.
I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit Enobarbus.
Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shrowd,

The universal landlord.

Cleo.

What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo.

Most kind messenger, Say to great Cresar this, In disputation

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.
Thyr.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo.

Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.

Ant.

Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, And say, God quit you! be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, And plighter of high hearts!-0, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The horned herd! for I have savage cause; And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant.

(sorry

[forth,

Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him : henceThe white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say, He makes me angry with him: for he seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am; Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry; And at this time most easy 'tis to do't; When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abism of hell. If he mislike My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou: Hence, with thy stripes, begone. [Exit Thyreus. Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant.

What art thou, fellow? Thyr.

One, that but performs

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd.

Eno.

You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there :-Ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils!

Authority melts from me; Of late, when I cry'd, ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am Enter Attendants.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant.
I am satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held our sever'd navy too [like.
Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-
Where hast thou been, my heart ?-Dost thou hear,
If from the field I shall return once more [lady?
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle ;
There is hope in it yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my Ia Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. [lord Ant. We'll yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force [queen ; The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious,

Is, to be frighted out of fear and in that mood,
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

ACT IV.

[Exit.

Let our best heads

Cæs. Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight: Within our files there are Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in. See it be done; And feast the army: we have store to do't, And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony ! [Exeunt.

SCENE 11.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.

No.

Ant.

And thou art honest too.

I wish, I could be made so many men ;
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

Serv.
The gods forbid !
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me,
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
Cleo.
What does he mean?
Eno. To make his followers weep.
Ant.

Tend me to-night;

May be, it is the period of your duty:
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

Eno.
What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant.
Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus !
Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty
You take me in too dolorous a sense: [friends,
I spake to you for your comfort: did desire you
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
To burn this night with torches: Know, my hearts,

Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come
And drown consideration.
[Exeunt

SCENE III.-The same.

Before the Palace.
Enter Two Soldiers, to their Guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.

2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing: What news? 2 Sold.

Good night to you.

1 Sold.

2 Sold.

Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

Well, sir, good night. Enter Two other Soldiers.

Have careful watch.

3 Sold.

Soldiers,

And you: Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their posts. 4 Sold. Here we [they take their posts.] and if

to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up.

3 Sold.

And full of purpose.

4 Sold.

1 Sold.

2 Sold. Hark:

'Tis a brave army,

[Musick of hautboys under the stage.

Peace, what noise?

List, list

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before, [row, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morBefore the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-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 Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;

Cleo.

Enter Cleopatra, attended.

Hark further.

Enobarbus !

Peace;

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

[der,

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 pow-
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. To him.

Let's speak

[Dies.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, [world,
Make her thanks bless thee,-0 thou day o' the
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
Ant.
My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl?
though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man ;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;-
Kiss it, iny 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 Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe
Had our great palace the capacity
[them:
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 to-
gether,
Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

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

Hear you, sir? hath raught him. [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. [Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, and his Forces marching. Caes. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter Antony and Scarus.

[Exeunt.

Ant.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea fight.

Re-enter Antony.

All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart [thou
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all :-Bid them all fly, be gone.
[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 Cæsar; 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,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
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 deserving, And blemish Cæsar'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

Ay, my lord.

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

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

It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
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 mine;
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,-she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.--

Nay, 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.

Mar.

Ant.

No, Antony; My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her.

Ant. Mar.

Dead then?

[do,

Dead.

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

club,

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die;
To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot: she dies for't.-Eros, ho! [Exit.
SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
Char.

To the monument; There lock yourself, and send him word you are The soul and body rive not more in parting, [dead. 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. SCENE XII.-The same. Another Room. Enter Antony and Eros.

To the monument.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros.

Ay, noble lord.
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragoníish!
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 seen these
They are black vesper's pageants.
[signs;

The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent.
Crack thy frail case-Apace, Eros, apace.-
No more a soldier :-Bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne. From me a while.-
[Exit Eros.

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:
And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros!
Dido and her Eneas shall want troops,
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
With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
I am conqueror of myself. Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent should come, (which now
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