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To make me fight at land!
Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would nave still
Follow'd thy heels.
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.
What say'st thou?
He is with Cæsar.
Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
Is he gone!
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
(2) Put it off. (3) Handy.
To change a master.-O, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men :-Eros, despatch. [Exeunt.
Enter an Officer, armed.
A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome: Is come into the field.
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.
A thousand, sir,
Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,4
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.
Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.
2 Offi. The morn is fair.---Good morrow, general.
All Good morrow, general.
'Tis 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 me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, [Kisses her.
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 Sold.
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar 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.
Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once
Agr. Cæsar, I shall.
[Exit Agrippa. Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world Cas. The time of universal peace is near: Shall bear the olive freely.
Enter a Messenger.
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,
That fell away, have entertainment, but
Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
No honourable trust.
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
I have done ill;
That I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
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.
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.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most.
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blowss my
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.
Room for six scotches! more.
SCENE IX-Cæsar's camp. Sentinels on their post. Enter Enobarbus.
1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage 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.
Q, bear me witness, night,-
3 Sold. What man is this?
For a fair victory.
Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I'll halt after.
SCENE VIII-Under the walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter Antony, marching; Scarus,
Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one
And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty2-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, clip3 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;
Enter Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy4 I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness5 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?
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?—
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl?
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.
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 them:6
Had our great palace the capacity
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 ;7
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to-
Applauding our approach.
(3) Embrace. (4) Beauty united with power, was the popular characteristic of fairies.
(5) Armour of proof.
As becomes the brave warriors that own
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponges 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 !
1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar.
Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping.
Go we to him.
speak to us.
3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir;
1 Sold. The hand of death
Hark, the drums
Demurely 10 wake the sleepers.
To the court of guard; he is of
Is fully out.
3 Sold. Come on then;
He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body.
SCENE X-Between the two camps. Enter
Antony and Scarus, with forces, marching.
Hear you, sir? hath raught him. [Drums afar off. Let us bear him note: our hour
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
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. 11
Enter Cæsar, and his forces, marching.
Caes. But12 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 galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.
(7) Small drums.
(8) Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed. (9) Reached. (10) Solemnly. (11) Discover their numbers, and see their mo tions. (12) Without.
To the monument:-
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Re-enter Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: Hence,
Mardian; and bring me how he takes my death.-
To the monument.
SCENE XII.-The same. Another room. En-
ter Antony and Eros.
Whose bosom was my crownet,4 my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,5
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.—
What, Eros, Eros!
SCENE XI-Alexandria. A room in the pal-
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and
Cleo. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon9 for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd.10
(1) Cleopatra first belonged to Julius Cæsar, then to Antony, and now, as Antony supposes, to Augustus.
(2) Deadly piece of witchcraft. (3) Was the motion for.
(5) A cheating game, at present named pri
at the belt.
(6) For the smallest piece of money, to clowns.
To the monnment; There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rivell not more in parting,
Than greatness going off.
The rack 12 dislimns; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
It does, my lord.
Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Ant. My good knave,13 Eros, now thy captain is
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!
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
With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleo.] 'Tis well With thine entirely.
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 Lichas8 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.
She has robb'd me of my sword.
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
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 do,
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. Eros, unarm; the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep:-That thou depart'st hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; Go.-Off, pluck off;[Exit Mardian.
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
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.
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,2 and all is done.-
Eros!-I come, my queen-Eros!-Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in
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!
Eros. What would my lord?
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
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she, which, by her death, our Cæsar tells,
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 come:
Thou strik'st not me, 'tis Cæsar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
Eros. The gods withhold me Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Though enemy, lost aim, and could not?
Ant. Eros, Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see Thy master thus with pleach'd3 arms, bending down His corrigible4 neck, his face subdued
To penetratives shame; whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded His baseness that ensued ?6
I would not see't.
Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country.
O, sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st thou
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 countenance, Wherein the worship? of the whole world lies. [Turning from him.
Ant. Lo thee.
Eros. My sword is drawn.
Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it. Eros.
My dear master, My captain, and my emperor! let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. Ant. 'Tis said, man;-and farewell.
(1) i. e. The thing that contains thee. (2) Sealing completes a contract,
Eros. Farewell, great chie. Shall I strike now?
Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.
Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.
Thrice nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
I should, and thou could'st not. My queen and 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
[Falling on his sword. I learn'd of thee. How! not yet dead? not dead?— The guard!-ho!-O, despatch me.
Enter Dercetas and Guard. 1 Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I have done my work ill, friends; O, 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 wo! Ant. Let him that loves me, strike me dead. 1 Guard.
2 Guard. Nor I.
3 Guard. Nor any one.
Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.
Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.-O'! Cleo. They do not go together.
Gentle, hear me:
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
None about Cæsar.
Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts,
Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o'the world,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
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.
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.
[Exeunt, bearing Antony.
SCENE XIII.-The same. A monument. En-
ter above, Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
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 have brought him thither.
Enter Antony, borne by the Guard.
O thou sun,
Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling!
The varying shore o'the world!-0 Antony!
Antony, Antony-Charmian, help; help, Iras;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but wo '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.-
I dare not, dear
(Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not,
Lest! be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall
Be brooch'd2 with me; if knife, drugs, serpents,
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes,
And still conclusion,3 shall acquire no honour
Demuring upon me.-But come, come, Antony,-
Help me, my women, we must draw thec up;-
Assist, good friends.
O, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's sport, indeed!-How heavy weighs my lord!
Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's power,
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,-
Wishers were ever fools;-O, come, come, come;
[They draw Antony up.
And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast liv'd:
Quicken4 with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.
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 house-wife Fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.
One word, sweet queen:
(1) Without light.
(3) Sedate determination.
Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a stye?-O, see, my women,
The crown o'the earth doth melt:-My lord!-
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
O, quietness, lady!
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
Char. O madam, madam, madam!
Char Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares.5-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, Char-