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The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much?
Cleo. I'll set a bourn + how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter an ATTENDANT.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome-
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this:
Char. Is this the man?-Is't you, Sir, that know things?
Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy,
A little I can read.
Alex. Show him your hand.
Ant. How, my love!
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like,
Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,
Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide
Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space :`
Cleo. Excellent falsehold!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?-
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.—
Now, for the love of Love, ** and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh :
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: What sport tonight?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Char. Good now, some excellent fortune ! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all let me have a child at fifty to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Cesar, and companion me with my mistress.
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you
Char. O excellent! I love long life better than
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
Alex. Vex not his prescience: be attentive.
Sooth. You shall be more beloving than be
Than that which is to approach.
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million.
Char. Out fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Aler. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras her's.
Aler. We'll know all our fortunes.
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be drunk to bed.
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
Char. Even as the overflowing Nilus presageth famine.
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
Dem. I'm full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, + who
SCENE II.-The Same-Another Room.
Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any
Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than 1, where would you choose it?
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mendi Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-Oh! let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse; and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight: good Isis, I beseech thee!
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded.
Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
• One of the triumvirs: the three masters of the world.
Or, of Venus.
Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER, and At
Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
(This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Extended Asia from Euphrates;
His conquering bauner shook, from Syria
To Lydia, and to lonia;
Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,-
Ant. Speak to me home; mince not the
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome;
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such
2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear,
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Enter another MESSENGER.
Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you?
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Eno. O Sir, you had then left unseen a won
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the derful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your
Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward.-travel.
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Her length of sickness, with what else more seriImporteth thee to know, this bears. [ous [Gives a letter. [Exit MESSENGER.
Ant. Forbear me.
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
By some read minds.
Tilling, plowing: prepares us to produce good seed.
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir ?
Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case ge- to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation-your old smock brings forth a new petticoat :-and indeed the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing: though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen ber die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is inettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Eno. Alack, Sir, no: her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Fulvia ?
Ant. The business she hath broached in the
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to
Are newly grown to love :
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Is Fulvia's death.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give
It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die ? +
Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
But here comes Antony.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur-
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall
It cannot be thus long; the sides of nature
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;-
Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Cleo. I know, by that saine eye, there's some
What says the married woman 1-You may go ;
Cleo. Oh! never was there queen
• Lock as if I did not send you. A taste.
Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee turn aside, and weep for her;
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more.
Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine,
Though you in swearing shake the thronged gods,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Ant. Most sweet queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay.
Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
Cleo. And target,-Still he mends;
But this is not the best: Look, pr'ythee, Charmian,
There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant. Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
How this Herculean Roman does become
Ant. Pll leave, you, lady.
Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches thou shouldst
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it:
Ant. But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
To bear such idleness so near the heart
Ant. Let us go. Come:
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Ces. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth
Render my going agreeable. Can Fulvia be dead ? Oblivious memory. 4 Our eye brows. The commotion she occasioned. Associate or partner. § Gate.
This is the news-He fishes, drinks, and wastes
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy
More womanly than he hardly gave audience, or
A man, who is the abstract of all faults
Lep. I must not think there are
Evils enough to darken his goodness:
Ces. You are too indulgent: let us grant, it is
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
As his own state, and ours,~'tis to be chid
Bater a MESSENGER.
Lep. Here's more news.
Most noble Cesar, shalt thou have report
Mess. Cesar, I bring thee word,
Ces. I should have known no less :-
With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
Precured by his own fault.
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
+ Turn pale.
Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once
+ Levity. 6 Consume. Endeared by being missed.
Lep. It is pity of him.
Ces. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
In aught a eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee,
Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
Cleo. Indeed ?
Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do no-
But what in deed is honest to be done.
Cleo. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony
Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark An-
Men. Cesar and Lepidus
Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry
Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome
Looking for Antony: But all charms of love,
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ?
Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
Cleo, What, was he sad, or merry?
Alex. Like to the time o'the year between the A space for further travel.
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry.
Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cesar paragon again
He was not sad; for he would shine on those
Cleo. Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.-Twere pregnant they should square between
My man of men.
Char. By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
For they have entertained cause enough
Char. O that brave Cesar!
Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis! May cement their divisions, and bind up
Char. The valiant Cesar!
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Cleo. My sallad days,
When I was green in judgment :-cold in blood,
Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne,
Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Pom. I shall do well:
Pom. I could have given less matter
Cesar and Antony shall well greet together:
Pom. I know not, Menas,
The people love me, and the sea is mine:
No wars without doors: Cesar gets money, where
SCENE I.-Messina.-A Room in POMPEY'S I would not shave to-day.
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS.
And shall become you well, to entreat your cap.
Eno. I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Cesar move him,
Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
Lep. But small to greater matters must give
Eno. Not if the small come first,
Lep. Your speech is passion :
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS.