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Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony.
Cas. Wherefore is that? and what art thou,
Appear thus to us?
I am call'd Dercetas ;
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd: whilst he stood up, and spoke,
He was my master; and I wore my life,
To spend upon his haters: If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.


What is't thou say'st?
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cas. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: The round world should have

He is dead, Cæsar;
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart.-This is his sword,
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.


Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Pro.
Cas. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella,
[Exit Gallus.
To second Proculeius?
Agr. Mac.

Lions into civil streets,

Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employed; he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see

And citizens to their dens :-The death of Antony How hardly I was drawn into this war;
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings: Go with me, and see
What I can show in this.



Look you sad, friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.


His taints and honours

Waged equal with him.
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd.
Mac. When such a spacious mirror's set before

He needs must see himself.

Enter a Messenger.

The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says.-Whence are you?
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my

To the way she's forced to.
Bid her have good heart;
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle.

Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction;
That she preparedly may frame herself

(1) Its.

(2) Servant.

Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit.
Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say,
We purpose her no shame : give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require ;

Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph: Go,
And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.


SCENE II.-Alexandria. A room in the monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,2
A minister of her will; And it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of


And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cleo. [Within.]


O Antony!


Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. [Within.]
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,

I have follow'd thee to this :-But we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: But yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Be of good cheer;
Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing:

That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.


Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends,On all that need: Let me report to him
But I will tell you at some meeter season;

Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over

Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find

A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Cleo. [Within.]

Pray you, tell him
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly

Look him i'the face.

Enter, to the gates of the monument, Proculeius,
Gallus, and Soldiers.

What's thy name?


This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it.

Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd;

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Cleo. Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars!


O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin, Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd' at your master's court; Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry2 Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains!


You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar.

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Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail3 and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, || There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands


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Hear me, good madam: Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight: 'Would I might never O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root.


I thank you, sir. Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.

Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,—

Though he be honourable,-
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph?
Madam, he will;

I know it.

Within. Make way there,-Cæsar.

Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Proculeius, Mæcenas, Seleucus, and Attendants. Which is the queen

Cœs. Of Egypt? Dol.


'Tis the emperor, madam. [Cleo. kneels. Arise,

You shall not kneel


I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;-If O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man!

pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.

Cœs. Take to you no hard thoughts:
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our esh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.



Sole sir o'the world, cannot project5 mine own cause so well To make it clear; but do confess, I have Been laden with like frailties, which before Have often sham'd our sex.

Cleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than enforce :
you apply yourself to our intents

(Which towards you are most gentle,) you shall


A benefit in this change; but if you seek
To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
Of my good purposes, and put your children
To that destruction which I'll guard them from,
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.

(4) Silver money. (5) Shape or form.

Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis [[Our care and pity is so much upon you,
yours; and we
That we remain your friend; And so adieu.
Cleo. My master, and my lord!

Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
Not petty things admitted.-Where's Seleucus?
Sel. Here, madam.

Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord,
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam,

I had rather seel! my lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.

What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made


Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Your wisdom in the deed.

Cleo. See, Cæsar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild :-O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hir'd!-What, goest thou back? thou shalt

Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain,
O rarely2 base!

Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; That, thou vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Parcels the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar, That I some lady trifles have reserv'd, Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal; and say, Some nobler token I have kept apart For Livia,5 and Octavia,6 to induce Their mediation; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; [To Seleucus. Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance:-Wert thou a

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Not so: Adieu. [Exeunt Cæsar, and his train. Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not

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O the good gods! Cleo. Nay, that is certain. Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.-Now, Charmian ?

Enter Charmian.

Show me, my women, like a queen ;---Go fetch
My best attires;-I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony-Sirrah, Iras, go.-
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed:
And, when thou hast done this chare,12 I'll give thee

To play till dooms-day-Bring our crown and all.
Wherefore's this noise? [Ex. Iras. A noise within.
Enter one of the Guard.
Here is a rural fellow,
That will not be denied your highness' presence;
He brings you figs.

(9) Beadles.

(10) Lively. (11) Female characters were played by boys. (12) Job of work.

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Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instru[Exit Guard. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me: Now from head to foot I am marble-constant: now the fleeting! moon No planet is of mine.

Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.


This is the man. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm2 of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?

Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover.


Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Clown. Very many, men and women too. heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt, -Truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm: But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.

Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the basket. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.3

Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. Clown. Very good give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.


Cleo. Will it eat me?

Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: I know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. || Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the [Exit. Re-enter Iras, with a robe, crown, &c.


Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-
Yare, yare,4 good Iras; quick.-Methinks, I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come;
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
am fire, and air; my other elements

I give to baser life.-So,-have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian ;-Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies.
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,

The gods themselves do weep!
This proves me base:
If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss,
Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch,
[To the asp, which she applies to her breast.
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou speak!
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Unpolicied !5
Char. O eastern star!

Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?

(1) Inconstant.

(2) Serpent. (3) Act according to his nature.

O, break! O, break!
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as

O Antony!-Nay, I will take thee too :-
[Applying another asp to her arm.
What should I stay- [Falls on a bed, and dies.
Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well.—
Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in.
1 Guard. Where is the queen?

Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar.

Too slow a messenger. [Applies the asp. O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil'd.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;call him.

1 Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this well done?

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings. Ah, soldier!


Enter Dolabella.
Dol. How goes it here?
2 Guard.

All dead.
Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
[Within.] A way there, way for Cæsar!
Enter Cæsar, and Attendants.

Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done.

Bravest at the last :
She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.

Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her
This was his basket.

Poison'd then.

1 Guard.
O Cæsar,
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake:
I found her tri.aming up the diadem

(4) Make haste.

(5) Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.

On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.


O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.1

Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.

1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these


Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.

(1) Graceful appearance. (2) Tried experiments.

Most probable,
That so she died; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursu'd conclusions2 infinite
Of easy ways to die.--Take
her bed;
And bear her women from the monument :-
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clips in it

A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them: and their story is
No less in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall,

(3) Enfold.

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This play keeps curiosity always busy, and the passions always interested. The continual hurry of the action, the variety of incidents, and the quick fig-succession of one personage to another, call the mind forward without intermission, from the first act to the last. But the power of delighting is derived principally from the frequent changes of the scene; for, except the feminine arts, some of which are too low, which distinguish Cleopatra, no character is very strongly discriminated. Upton, who did not easily miss what he desired to find, has discovered that the language of Antony is, with great skill and learning, made pompous and superb, according to his real practice. But I think his diction not distinguishable from that of others: the most tumid speech in the play is that which Cæsar makes to Octavia.

The events, of which the principal are described according to history, are produced without any art of connection or care of disposition.


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