The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

Att. Fly! not we.

Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone!
I have myself resolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you; be gone!
My treasure's in the harbour, take it!-0,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon!
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting. - Friends, be gone! you shall
Have letters from me to some friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little! 'pray you now!-
Nay, do so! for, indeed, I have lost command,
Therefore I pray you!-I'll see you by and by.
[Sits down.
by CHARMIANI

Enter Enos, and CLEOPATRA, led

All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster,
Is he come back? - Love, I am full of lead:
Some wine, within there, and our viands.-Fortune
knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.
[Exeunt.

SCENE X. - CAESAR'S camp, in Egypt.
Enter CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and others.
Caes. Let him appear that's come from Antony!-
Know you him?

Dol. Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter EUPHRONIUS.
Caes. Approach, and speak!
Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony:
was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf

Comfort him! To his grand sea.

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes!- He, at Philippi, kept His sword even like a dancer, while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I, That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war: yet now Cleo. Ah, stand by!

No matter!

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen!
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him!
He is unqualitied with very shame.
Cleo. Well then - Sustain me!-O!.
Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches!
Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her; but
Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;
A most unnoble swerving.
Eros. Sir, the queen!

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo. O my lord, my lord!

Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou should'st tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo. O, my pardon!

Ant. Now I must

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo. O pardon, pardon!

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say! one of them rates

Caes. Be it so. Declare thine office!

Eup. Lord of his fortunes, he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He lessens his requests; and to thee sues

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
A private man in Athens. This for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caes. For Antony,

I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both!
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!

Caes. Bring him through the bands.

[Exit Euphronius,
To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time! dispatch!
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, [To Thyreus.
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not,
In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Tyreus!
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.
Thyr. Caesar, I go!

Caes. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw;
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
Thyr. Caesar, I shall !

[Exeunt.

SCENE XI.— Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Think, and die!

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What although you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos'd, he being, The mered question. 'Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace!

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Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.

Ant. Is this his answer?

Eup. Ay, my lord!

Ant. The queen

Shall then have courtesy, so she will yield
Us up.

Eup. He says so.

Ant. Let her know it.

To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.

Cleo. That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should

note

Something particular: his coin, ships, legions
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon,

Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar
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 shroud,
The universal landlord.
Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind messenger,

Say to great Caesar this: In disputation

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
The doom of Egypt.

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course.

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

As i'the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore If that the former dare but what it can,
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me!

[Exeunt Antony and Euphronius.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder. I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness!- Caesar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.
Att. A messenger from Caesar!
Cleo. What, no more ceremony? - See, my wo-

men!

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir!
Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square!

[Aside.

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i'the story.

Enter THYREus.

Thus, then, thou most renown'd; Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Caesar.

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!

Cleo. Your Caesar'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.

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
Eno. You will be whipp'd.
To have command obey'd.

Ant. Approach, there!-Ay, you kite!-Nos gods

and devils!

Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cry'd, he'
Like boys into 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.

Ant. Moon and stars!
Whip him!-

- Were't twenty of the greatest tribu

taries, 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 Caesar's shall

Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Attend. with Thyre You were half blasted ere I knew yon. - Ha! ilave 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?

Cleo. Good my lord,

Ant. You have been a boggler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he (O misery on't!) the wise gods seal our eyes;

In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strat

To our confusion.

Cleo. O, it come to this?

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Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upo
Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were a
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
[Exit Enobarbus. Luxuriously pick'd out:-for, I am sure,

Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for

Though you can guess, what temperance should be, All my sad captains, fill our bowls! once more You know not what it is.

Cleo. 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! - O, 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. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent

Thon wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him:
forth,

The white hand of a lady fever thee,

Let's mock the midnight bell!

Cleo. It is my birth-day:

I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord

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 sears.—

queen!

There's

sap in't

Come on, my

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,
hence-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.

Shake thou to look on't! Get thee back to Caesar,
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,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou!
Hence, with thy stripes, begone!
Cleo. Have you doue yet?

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon

[Exit Thyreus.

Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
The fall of Autony!

Cleo. I must stay his time.

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

Cleo. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted 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 Caesarion smite!
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.

Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too

Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. Where hast 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 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 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

SCENE I.

A CT IV.

[Exit.

CAESAR'S camp at Alexandria. Enter CAESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECAENAS, and Others.

Caes. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger

He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,

Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die: mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. Caesar 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. Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Caes. Let our best heads 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 II. — 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. Why should he not?

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

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;

Enter Servants.

let's to-night

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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 clapp'd up together in

An Antony; that I might do you service, So good as you have done.

Serv. The gods forbid!

[Aside.

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 yon,
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 friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense:

I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you'
To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper! come,
And drown consideration!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. — The sume. 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. Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

Good night to you!

1 Sold. Well, sir, good night!

Enter two other Soldiers.

2 Sold. Soldiers,

Have careful watch!

3 Sold. And you. Good night, good night!
The first two place themselves at their posts.
4 Sold. Here we; They take their posts.] and

to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army,

And full of purpose.

1 Sold. Ay; is't not strange?
3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do
1 Sold. Follow the noise so far, as we have quarter;
Let's see how't will give off.

Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'tis strange!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace. Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and Others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck!-Eros, come! mine armour,
Eros!

Enter EROS, with armour. Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on!If fortune be not ours to-day, it is

Because we brave her. - Come!

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.

What's this for?

Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art

The armourer of my heart. -False, false; this, this!
Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help! Thus it must be!
Ant. Well, well!

We shall thrive now. -Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go, put on thy defences.
Eros. Briefly, sir!

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Ant. Rarely, rarely!

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.—
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou: dispatch!-0 love,
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should'st see
Enter an Officer, armed.
A workman in't!—-Good-morrow to thee; welcome!
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

[Music of hautboys under the stage. Follow me close! I'll bring you to't!- Adien!

[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me!

He goes

forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight!

Then, Antony,

- but now, well, on! [Exeunt

SCENE V.-ANTONY'S camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and EROS; a Soldier

meeting them.

2 Sold. "Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy prevail'd

Do hear what we do. [They advance to another post. To make me fight at land!

scars had once

Sold. Had'st thou done so,

The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Sold. Who?

One ever near thee; call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou?
Sold. Sir,

He is with Caesar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it!
Detain no jot, 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. O, my fortunes have
Corupted honest men!-Eros, dispatch! [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.- CAESAR's camp before Alexandria.
Flourish. Enter CAESAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS,
and Others.

Caes. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight!
Our will is, Antony be took alive;
Make it so known!

Agr. Caesar, I shall!
[Exit Agrippa.
Caes. The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Antony

Is come into the field.

Caes. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.
[Exeunt Caesar and his train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Caesar hath 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 CAESAR'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 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. SCENE VII.- Field of battle between the camps. [Exit. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and

Others.

SCENE VII.- Under the walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before, And let the queen know of our guests!-To-morrow, That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all! Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood 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! [To Scarus.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy Fll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the world. Chain mine arm'd' neck! leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing!

Cleo. 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, my warrior! He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo. F'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand!
Had our great palace the capacity
Bear our hack'd targets like the men,that owe them:

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

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