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Alex. Soothsayer.
Sooth. Your will?


The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be

Cleo. I'll set a bourn + how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.


Att. News, my good lord, from Rome-
Ant. Grates me :-The sum -
Cleo. Nay, hear them, § Antony:
Fulvia, perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent

His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this:
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that:
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

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,
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, Antony.--
Where's Fulvia's process ! Cesar's, I would.
say?-Both -

Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays shame,
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds-The mes-



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 :`
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair,

And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind
On pain of punishment, the world to weet, ¶
We stand up peerless.

Cleo. Excellent falsehold!

Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?-
I'll seem the fool I am not: Antony
Will be himself.

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.
Char. He means, in flesh.

Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid !

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Aler. Nay, hear him.

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

figs. t

Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune

Alex. Vex not his prescience: be attentive.
Char. Hush!

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,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd I
No messenger; but thine, and all alone,
To-night we'll wander through the streets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us.
[Exeunt. ANT. and CLEO. with their Train.
Dem. Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.

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
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-
Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.

Dem. I'm full sorry,

That he approves the common liar, + who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!

SCENE II.-The Same-Another Room.

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas,
where's the soothsayer that you praised so to
the queen? Oh! that I knew this husband,
which, you say, must charge his horns with gar-


Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said.

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.
News • Vulgarly esteemed the fiercest and proudest monarch
+ Bound.
Give me the substance.
A common proverb. 1 Sha
Kuow. of antiquity.
was formerly a plural noun. Summons.
be bastards.
An Egyptian godess.
tt Fame.

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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.
Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?
Mess. Ay:

But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst

Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Well,
What worse?


Things that are past, are done, with me.-'Tis
Who tells me true, though in his tale lle death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.

Mess. Labienas

(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,-
Mess. O my lord!

Ant. Speak to me home; mince not the
neral tongue;

Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my
With such full licence, as both truth and ma-
Have power to utter. Oh! then we bring forth
When our quick winds + lie still; and our ills told


Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
Mess. At your noble pleasure.
Ant. From Sicyon how the news?


1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such

a one?

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?
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Ant Where died she?

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:
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it our's again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become

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;
The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her

• Seized.

By some read minds.

Tilling, plowing: prepares us to produce good seed.


I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobar-

bus !


Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir ?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Ant. Dead.

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.

Eno. Sir?

Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Eno. Fulvia ?

Ant. The business she hath broached in the
Cannot endure my absence.
Eno. And the business you have broached
here cannot be without you; especially that of
Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.

Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her love to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cesar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o'the world may danger: Much is
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,

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And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do't.


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Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to
the condemn'

Are newly grown to love :
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: My more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my

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
me freedom,

It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die ? +
Ant. She's dead, my queen:

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best:
See, when and where she died.
Cleo. O most false love!


But here comes Antony.
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

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
Will not sustain it.

Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;-
But let it be. I am quickly ill and weil;
So Antony loves.

Ant. Now, my dearest queen,

Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant. What's the matter?

Cleo. I know, by that saine eye, there's some
good news.

What says the married woman 1-You may go ;
"Would, she had never given you leave
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here,
I have no power upon you: her's you are.
Ant. The gods best know,

Cleo. Oh! never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.

• Lock as if I did not send you. A taste.

Ant. My precious queen, forbear;

And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.

Cleo. So Fulvia told me.

I pr'ythee turn aside, and weep for her;
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Like perfect honour.

Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more.

Ant. Cleopatra,

Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine,

and true,

Though you in swearing shake the thronged gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous mad-

To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant. Most sweet queen,

Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay.
Then was the time for words: No going then ;-
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
Bliss in our brows' bent; + none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven :-They are so still,
Or thou the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword,-

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
Our services a while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you, Onr Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome :
Equality of two domnestic powers

How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

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:
Sir, you and I have lov'd,but there's not it;
That you know well: Something it is I would,—
Oh! my oblivion ý is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.

Ant. But that your royalty

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,

To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!

Ant. Let us go. Come:

Our separation so abides, and flies,

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
SCENE IV.-Rome.-An apartment in
CESAR'S House.

Ces. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth
It is not Cesar's natural vice to hate
One great competitor :|| from Alexandria

Render my going agreeable. Can Fulvia be dead ? Oblivious memory. 4 Our eye brows. The commotion she occasioned. Associate or partner. § Gate.

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This is the news-He fishes, drinks, and wastes

Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The lamps of night in revel: is not more man-The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported, thou did'st eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: And all this,
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,)
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy

More womanly than he hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: You shall
find there

A man, who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.

Lep. I must not think there are

Evils enough to darken his goodness:
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchas'd what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

Ces. You are too indulgent: let us grant, it is


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Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this be-
comes him,

(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must

No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. + If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones
Call on him for't: but, to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as


As his own state, and ours,~'tis to be chid
As we rate boys, who, being mature in know-
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.


Lep. Here's more news.
Mess. Thy biddings have been done;
every hour,

Most noble Cesar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And, it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.

Mess. Cesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them: which they ear

Ces. I should have known no less :-
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were ;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth
Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. ¶ This common
Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.



With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flush

Precured by his own fault.
1 Would punish him for it.




No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
Than could his war resisted.

+ Turn pale.

$$ Feastings.


Ces. Antony,

Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtins and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then
did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

+ Levity. 6 Consume. Endeared by being missed.

11 Ruddy.

Lep. It is pity of him.

Ces. Let his shames quickly

Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

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In aught a eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affec-
tions ?

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.
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.

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
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou

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Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark An-

Men. Cesar and Lepidus

Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry
Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
Men. From Silvius, Sir.

Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome

Looking for Antony: But all charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd⚫ lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain faming; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till a Lethe'd dullness !-How now, Var-
rius ?

Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.—

How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ?
Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses,~~
This orient pearl.-His speech sticks in my heart.
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the

Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And soberly did mount a termagant steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.

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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. O well-divided disposition !--Note him,
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but
note him:

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
That make their looks by his: he was not merry;
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy: but between both :
O heavenly mingle; Be'st thou sad, of merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;
So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts?
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?

Cleo. Who's born that day

When I forget to send to Antony,

How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,

Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.-Twere pregnant they should square between
Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cesar so?


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
To draw their swords; but how the fear of us
Say, the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Cesar!

The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be it as our gods will have it! It only stands
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.
SCENE II.-Rome.-A Room in the house of

Cleo. My sallad days,

When I was green in judgment :-cold in blood,
To say as I said then!-But, come, away:
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.


Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis

Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.

Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,

That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne,
The thing we sue for.



Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.

Pom. I shall do well:

Pom. I could have given less matter
A better ear.-Menas, I did not think
This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his
For such a petty war: his soldiership [beim
Is twice the other twain: But let us rear
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.
Men. I cannot hope,

Cesar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cesar;
Not mov'd by Antony.
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,

Pom. I know not, Menas,

The people love me, and the sea is mine:
My power's a crescent, aud my auguring hope
Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make

No wars without doors: Cesar gets money, where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

• Furious,


SCENE I.-Messina.-A Room in POMPEY'S I would not shave to-day.
Lep. 'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
Eno. Every time


And shall become you well, to entreat your cap.
Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
To soft and gentle speech.



Eno. I shall entreat him

To answer like himself: if Cesar move him,
Let Autony look over Cesar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,

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
The noble Antony.


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