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Scene XI.—Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. | Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square.


The loyalty well held to fools does make

Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Eno. Think, and die.

Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Cleo. Is Antony or we in fault for this ? And earns a place i' the story.

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you


From that great face of war, whose several ranges Cleo. Cæsar's will?
Frighted each other, why should he follow? Thyr. Hear it apart.
The itch of his affection should not then

Cleo. None but friends : say boldly.
Have nicked his captainship; at such a point, Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
When half to half the world opposed, he being Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has;
The meréd question : ’T was a shame no less Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know
And leave his navy gazing.

Whose he is we are; and that's Cæsar's. Cleo. Pr'y thee, peace.

Thyr. So.

Thus then, thou most renowned: Cæsar entreats Enter Antony, with EUPHRONIUS.

Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Ant. Is this his answer ?

Further than he is Cæsar. Eup. Ay, my lord.


Go on :-right royal. Ant. The queen shall, then, have courtesy, 80

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony she


you did love, but as you feared bim. Will yield us up.

Cleo. 0! Eup. He says su.

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, Ant. Let her know it.To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,

Does pity as constrained blemishes, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

Not as deserved. With principalities.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows Cleo. That head, my lord ?

What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose

But conquered merely. Of youth upon him; from which the world should

Eno. To be sure of that, [Aside. note

I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,

That we must leave thee to thy sinking; for May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon

Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARBUS.

Thyr. Asi' the command of Cæsar. I dare him, therefore,

Shall I say to Cæsar To lay his gay comparisons apart,

What you require of him? for he partly begs

To be desired to give. It much would please him And answer me (declined), sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I 'll write it: follow me.

That of his fortunes you should make a staff

To lean upon : but it would warm his spirits [Exeunt Antony and EUPHRONIUS.

To hear from me you had left Antony, Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæsar will

And put yourself under his shroud, Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show

The universal landlord. Against a sworder ! I see men's judgments are

Cleo. What's your name? A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward

Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Do draw the inward quality after them,

Cleo. Most kind messenger,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,

Say to great Cæsar this :- In deputation
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!—Cæsar, thou hast subdued

I kiss his conquering hand: tell him I am prompt His judgment too.

To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:

Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear Enter an Attendant

The doom of Egypt. Att. A messenger from Cæsar.

Thyr. "T is your noblest course. Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my Wisdom and fortune combating together, women!

If that the former dare but what it can, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay That kneeled unto the buds.-Admit him, sir. My duty on your hand.

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Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place As it rained kisses.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders! What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest To have command obeyed. Eno. You will be whipped. Ant. Approach, there :-ay, you kite !-Now

gods and devils ! Authority melts from me. Oflate, when I cried “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. 'T is better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

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

butaries That do acknowledge Cæsar, 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. Marc Antony,– Ant. Tug him away: being whipped, Bring him again.—This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.—Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders?

Good my lord, 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 us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo.

O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment of Cneius Pompey's: besides what hotter hours, Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously picked out: for I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.

Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,

“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 hornéd herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly were like
A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.—Is he whipped ?

Re-enter Attendants with Tuykeus.
1st Atten. Soundly, my lord.
Ant. Cried he, and begged he pardon?
1st Atten. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipped for following him: henceforth
The 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 't is to do it;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchised bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou.
Hence, with thy stripes; begone! (Exit Tøyreus.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed ; and it portends alone The fall of Antony !

Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points ?

Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant. Coldhearted toward me!

Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail
And poison it in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite :
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandering 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 severed navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sealike.



Where bast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou

hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle :
There's hope in it yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord !

Ant. I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom 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 birthday :

(my lord I had thought to have held it poor: but since Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

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 The wine peep through their scars.-Come on,

my queen: 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 outstare 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.



Scene I.-Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.

Enter CÆSAR, reading a letter ; AGRIPPA, ME

CÆNAS, and others. Cæs. He calls me boy, and chides as he had

power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipped with rods; dares me to per

sonal combat,
Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die; meantime,
Laugh at bis challenge.

Mec. Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction,
Made good guard for itself.

Cæs. Let our best heads
Know that to-morrow the last of many

We mean to fight :-within our files there are
Of those that served Marc Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in.-See it be done;
And feast the arıny: we have store to do't,
And they have earned the waste.—Poor Antony !


Never anger

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better He is twenty men to one.

[fortune, Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well!

Eno. I'll strike, and cry “Take all!"

Ant. Well said; come on.Call forth my household servants : let's to-night

[Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.--Give me thy hand; Thou hast been rightly honest :-so bast thou ;-Thou,--and thou,—and thou :--you have served

me well, And kings have been your

fellows: Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow

shoots Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honest too.-
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapped 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 suffered my command.

Cleo. What does he mean?
Eno. To make his followers wecp.

Ant. 'Tend me to-night:
May be it is the period of your duty:


Scene II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.


Mian, Iras, Alexas, and others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno. No.
Ant. Why should he not?

armour, Eros.

Haply you shall not see me more; or if,

1st Sol. Walk: let's see if other watchmen A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow Do hear what we do. You'll serve another master. I look on you

[They advance to another post. As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, 2nd Sol. How now, masters ? I turn you not away; but, like a master

Sol. How now ?--How now?—Do you hear this? Married to your good service, stay till death.

[Several specking together. *Tend me to-night two hours; I ask no more; 1st Sol. Ay: is 't not strange? And the gods yield you for 't!

3rd Sol. Do you hear, masters; do you hear? Eno. What mean you, sir,

1st Sol. Follow the noise so far as we have To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;

quarter: And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame, Let's see how 't will give off. Transform us not to women.

Sol. Several speaking.] Content. "T is Ant. Ho, ho, ho!


[Eceunt. Now the witch take me if I meant it thus : Grace grow where those drops fall!—My hearty

Scene IV,- The same. A Room in the Palace. friends, You take me in too dolorous a sense :

Enter Antony and Cleopatra; Charmian and For I spake to you for your comfort: did desire

others attending you

Ant. Eros ! mine armour, Eros. To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, Cleo.

Sleep a little. I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come: mine Where rather I'll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Let's to supper, -come, And drown consideration.


Enter Exos, with armour.
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :

If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Scene III.—The same. Before the Palace.

Because we brave her.-Come.
Enter two Soldiers to their guard.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
1st Sol. Brother, good night : to-morrow is What's this for?
the day.


Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art 2nd Sol. It will determine one way: fare you The armourer of my heart.-False, false: this, this. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? Cleo. Sooth, la, I 'll help: thus it must be. 1st Sol. Nothing: what news? [to you. Ant. Well, well : 2nd Sol. Belike 'tis but a rumour: good night we shall thrive now.-Seest thou, my good 1st Sol. Well, sir, good night.


Go, put on thy defences,
Enter two other Soldiers.

Eros. Briefly, sir. 2nd Sol. Soldiers, have careful watch.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well? 3rd Sol. And you. Good night, good night. Ant. Rarely, rarely :

[The first two place themselves at their posts. He that unbuckles this till we do please 4th Sol. Here we: (they take their posts]— To doff 't for our repose, shall hear a storm.and if to-morrow

Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen 's a squire Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope More tight at this than thou: despatch.-0 love, Our landmen will stand up.

That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and 3rd Sol. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

knew'st [Music of hautboys under the stage. The royal occupation, thou shouldst sce 4th Sol. Peace: what noise ? 1st Sol List, list!

Enter an Officer, armed. 2nd Sol. Hark!

A workman in 't!–Good morrow to thee : wcl1st Sol. Music i' the air ! 3rd Sol. Under the earth!

Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: 4th Sol. It signs well, does it not!

To business that we love we rise betime, 3rd Sul. No.

And go to 't with delight. 1st Sol. Peace, I say. What should this mean? 1st Offi. A thousand, sir, 2nd Sol. 'T is the god Hercules, whom Antony | Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim, loved,

And at the port expect you. Now leaves him.

[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.


SCENE VI.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2nd Offi. The morn is fair.-Good-morrow,

general. AU. Good-morrow, general.

Ant. "T is well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so: come, give me that: this way: well said. Fare thee well, dame : whate'er becomes of

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA,

ENOBARBUS, and others. Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight. Our will is Antony be took alive: Make it so known.

Agr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit AGRIPPA.

Cæs. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nooked

world Shall bear the olive freely.


This is a soldier's kiss [Kisses her]: rebukable
And worthy shameful check it were to stand
On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave

thee Now like a man of steel.--You that will fight, Follow me close: I 'll bring you to't.-Adieu. [Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and Soldiers.

Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?

Lead me.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar

might Determine this great war iv single fight! Then Antony—but now b-Well, on. [Exeunt.

Scene V.-ANTONY's Camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros; a

Soldier meeting them. Sol. The gods make this a happy day to

Antony ! Ant. 'Would thou and those thy scars had

once prevailed To make me fight at land !

Sol. Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Followed thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus:
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Say, “I am none of thine."

Ant. What sayst thou ?
Sol. Sir, he is with Cæsar.
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure he has not

with him. Ant. Is he gone? Sol. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after: do it: Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings : Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master.-0, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men.--Despatch.--Enobarbus !


Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Antony is come into the field.

Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.

Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry On affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains Cæsar hath hanged him.

Canidius and the
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 Cæsar's.
Sol. 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.

Sol, Mock not, Enobarbus : I tell you true. Best that you safed 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 wouldst thou have

paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my

heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't,

I feel. I fight against thee !—No: I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die: the foul'st best

fits My latter part of life.


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