| [Enter VENTIDIUS as it were in triumph, with SILIUS,
and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him] | |
| VENTIDIUS | Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. |
| SILIUS | Noble Ventidius,
Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and Put garlands on thy head. |
| VENTIDIUS | O Silius, Silius,
I have done enough; a lower place, note well, May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius; Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person: Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish. |
| SILIUS | Thou hast, Ventidius,
that Without the which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony! |
| VENTIDIUS | I'll humbly signify what in his name,
That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o' the field. |
| SILIUS | Where is he now? |
| VENTIDIUS | He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste
The weight we must convey with's will permit, We shall appear before him. On there; pass along! |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
at another] | |
| AGRIPPA | What, are the brothers parted? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness. |
| AGRIPPA | 'Tis a noble Lepidus. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar! |
| AGRIPPA | Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. |
| AGRIPPA | What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil! |
| AGRIPPA | O Antony! O thou Arabian bird! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further. |
| AGRIPPA | Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho! His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. |
| AGRIPPA | Both he loves. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | They are his shards, and he their beetle. |
| [Trumpets within]
So; This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. | |
| AGRIPPA | Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. |
| [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA] | |
| MARK ANTONY | No further, sir. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue, which is set Betwixt us as the cement of our love, To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it; for better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish'd. |
| MARK ANTONY | Make me not offended
In your distrust. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I have said. |
| MARK ANTONY | You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. |
| OCTAVIA | My noble brother! |
| MARK ANTONY | The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. |
| OCTAVIA | Sir, look well to my husband's house; and-- |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | What, Octavia? |
| OCTAVIA | I'll tell you in your ear. |
| MARK ANTONY | Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep? |
| AGRIPPA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in 's face. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that,
were he a horse; So is he, being a man. |
| AGRIPPA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was
troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wail'd, Believe't, till I wept too. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. |
| MARK ANTONY | Come, sir, come;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, And give you to the gods. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Adieu; be happy! |
| LEPIDUS | Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way! |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Farewell, farewell! |
| [Kisses OCTAVIA] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Farewell! |
| [Trumpets sound. Exeunt] |
| [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS] | |
| CLEOPATRA | Where is the fellow? |
| ALEXAS | Half afeard to come. |
| CLEOPATRA | Go to, go to. |
| [Enter the Messenger as before] | |
| Come hither, sir. | |
| ALEXAS | Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you But when you are well pleased. |
| CLEOPATRA | That Herod's head
I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it? Come thou near. |
| Messenger | Most gracious majesty,-- |
| CLEOPATRA | Didst thou behold Octavia? |
| Messenger | Ay, dread queen. |
| CLEOPATRA | Where? |
| Messenger | Madam, in Rome;
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony. |
| CLEOPATRA | Is she as tall as me? |
| Messenger | She is not, madam. |
| CLEOPATRA | Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low? |
| Messenger | Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced. |
| CLEOPATRA | That's not so good: he cannot like her long. |
| CHARMIAN | Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. |
| CLEOPATRA | I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. |
| Messenger | She creeps:
Her motion and her station are as one; She shows a body rather than a life, A statue than a breather. |
| CLEOPATRA | Is this certain? |
| Messenger | Or I have no observance. |
| CHARMIAN | Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note. |
| CLEOPATRA | He's very knowing;
I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgment. |
| CHARMIAN | Excellent. |
| CLEOPATRA | Guess at her years, I prithee. |
| Messenger | Madam,
She was a widow,-- |
| CLEOPATRA | Widow! Charmian, hark. |
| Messenger | And I do think she's thirty. |
| CLEOPATRA | Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? |
| Messenger | Round even to faultiness. |
| CLEOPATRA | For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
Her hair, what colour? |
| Messenger | Brown, madam: and her forehead
As low as she would wish it. |
| CLEOPATRA | There's gold for thee.
Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: go make thee ready; Our letters are prepared. |
| [Exit Messenger] | |
| CHARMIAN | A proper man. |
| CLEOPATRA | Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. |
| CHARMIAN | Nothing, madam. |
| CLEOPATRA | The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. |
| CHARMIAN | Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long! |
| CLEOPATRA | I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write. All may be well enough. |
| CHARMIAN | I warrant you, madam. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,--
That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import,--but he hath waged New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it To public ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: When the best hint was given him, he not took't, Or did it from his teeth. |
| OCTAVIA | O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts: The good gods me presently, When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!' Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, 'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway 'Twixt these extremes at all. |
| MARK ANTONY | Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours. |
| OCTAVIA | Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift. |
| MARK ANTONY | When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | How now, friend Eros! |
| EROS | There's strange news come, sir. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | What, man? |
| EROS | Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | This is old: what is the success? |
| EROS | Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst
Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? |
| EROS | He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool Lepidus!' And threats the throat of that his officer That murder'd Pompey. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Our great navy's rigg'd. |
| EROS | For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
My lord desires you presently: my news I might have told hereafter. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 'Twill be naught:
But let it be. Bring me to Antony. |
| EROS | Come, sir. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS] | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't: I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat Caesarion, whom they call my father's son, And all the unlawful issue that their lust Since then hath made between them. Unto her He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, Absolute queen. |
| MECAENAS | This in the public eye? |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia. He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she In the habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, so. |
| MECAENAS | Let Rome be thus Inform'd. |
| AGRIPPA | Who, queasy with his insolence
Already, will their good thoughts call from him. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | The people know it; and have now received
His accusations. |
| AGRIPPA | Who does he accuse? |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain All his revenue. |
| AGRIPPA | Sir, this should be answer'd. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abused, And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd, I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I Demand the like. |
| MECAENAS | He'll never yield to that. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Nor must not then be yielded to in this. |
| [Enter OCTAVIA with her train] | |
| OCTAVIA | Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar! |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | That ever I should call thee castaway! |
| OCTAVIA | You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Raised by your populous troops: but you are come A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unloved; we should have met you By sea and land; supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. |
| OCTAVIA | Good my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony, Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd His pardon for return. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Which soon he granted,
Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. |
| OCTAVIA | Do not say so, my lord. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I have eyes upon him,
And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? |
| OCTAVIA | My lord, in Athens. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus, Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont; Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas, The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, With a more larger list of sceptres. |
| OCTAVIA | Ay me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends That do afflict each other! |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Welcome hither:
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart; Be you not troubled with the time, which drives O'er your content these strong necessities; But let determined things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Nothing more dear to me. You are abused Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort; And ever welcome to us. |
| AGRIPPA | Welcome, lady. |
| MECAENAS | Welcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Only the adulterous Antony, most large In his abominations, turns you off; And gives his potent regiment to a trull, That noises it against us. |
| OCTAVIA | Is it so, sir? |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister! |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter CLEOPATRA and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| CLEOPATRA | I will be even with thee, doubt it not. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | But why, why, why? |
| CLEOPATRA | Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And say'st it is not fit. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Well, is it, is it? |
| CLEOPATRA | If not denounced against us, why should not we
Be there in person? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] Well, I could reply:
If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear A soldier and his horse. |
| CLEOPATRA | What is't you say? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What should not then be spared. He is already Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war. |
| CLEOPATRA | Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there for a man. Speak not against it: I will not stay behind. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Nay, I have done.
Here comes the emperor. |
| [Enter MARK ANTONY and CANIDIUS] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet? |
| CLEOPATRA | Celerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent. |
| MARK ANTONY | A good rebuke,
Which might have well becomed the best of men, To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea. |
| CLEOPATRA | By sea! what else? |
| CANIDIUS | Why will my lord do so? |
| MARK ANTONY | For that he dares us to't. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | So hath my lord dared him to single fight. |
| CANIDIUS | Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers, Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off; And so should you. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepared for land. |
| MARK ANTONY | By sea, by sea. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego The way which promises assurance; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security. |
| MARK ANTONY | I'll fight at sea. |
| CLEOPATRA | I have sixty sails, Caesar none better. |
| MARK ANTONY | Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail, We then can do't at land. |
| [Enter a Messenger] | |
| Thy business? | |
| Messenger | The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
Caesar has taken Toryne. |
| MARK ANTONY | Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
Strange that power should be. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship: Away, my Thetis! |
| [Enter a Soldier] | |
| How now, worthy soldier? | |
| Soldier | O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we Have used to conquer, standing on the earth, And fighting foot to foot. |
| MARK ANTONY | Well, well: away! |
| [Exeunt MARK ANTONY, QUEEN CLEOPATRA, and DOMITIUS
ENOBARBUS] | |
| Soldier | By Hercules, I think I am i' the right. |
| CANIDIUS | Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
Not in the power on't: so our leader's led, And we are women's men. |
| Soldier | You keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not? |
| CANIDIUS | Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea: But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's Carries beyond belief. |
| Soldier | While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions as Beguiled all spies. |
| CANIDIUS | Who's his lieutenant, hear you? |
| Soldier | They say, one Taurus. |
| CANIDIUS | Well I know the man. |
| [Enter a Messenger] | |
| Messenger | The emperor calls Canidius. |
| CANIDIUS | With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
Each minute, some. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and TAURUS, with his army, marching] | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Taurus! |
| TAURUS | My lord? |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies Upon this jump. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, And so proceed accordingly. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over
the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of OCTAVIUS CAESAR, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight] | |
| [Alarum. Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted. |
| [Enter SCARUS] | |
| SCARUS | Gods and goddesses,
All the whole synod of them! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | What's thy passion! |
| SCARUS | The greater cantle of the world is lost
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | How appears the fight? |
| SCARUS | On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,-- Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails and flies. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Endure a further view. |
| SCARUS | She once being loof'd,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard, Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: I never saw an action of such shame; Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Did violate so itself. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Alack, alack! |
| [Enter CANIDIUS] | |
| CANIDIUS | Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: O, he has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ay, are you thereabouts?
Why, then, good night indeed. |
| CANIDIUS | Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. |
| SCARUS | 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
What further comes. |
| CANIDIUS | To Caesar will I render
My legions and my horse: six kings already Show me the way of yielding. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter MARK ANTONY with Attendants] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;
It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither: I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Caesar. |
| All | Fly! not we. |
| MARK ANTONY | I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone; I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O, 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] | |
| [Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS
following] | |
| EROS | Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him. |
| IRAS | Do, most dear queen. |
| CHARMIAN | Do! why: what else? |
| CLEOPATRA | Let me sit down. O Juno! |
| MARK ANTONY | No, no, no, no, no. |
| EROS | See you here, sir? |
| MARK ANTONY | O fie, fie, fie! |
| CHARMIAN | Madam! |
| IRAS | Madam, O good empress! |
| EROS | Sir, sir,-- |
| MARK ANTONY | Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en 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 practise had In the brave squares of war: yet now--No matter. |
| CLEOPATRA | Ah, stand by. |
| EROS | The queen, my lord, the queen. |
| IRAS | Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame. |
| CLEOPATRA | Well then, sustain him: O! |
| EROS | Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue. |
| MARK ANTONY | I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving. |
| EROS | Sir, the queen. |
| MARK ANTONY | O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour. |
| CLEOPATRA | O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought You would have follow'd. |
| MARK ANTONY | Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou shouldst 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. |
| CLEOPATRA | O, my pardon! |
| MARK ANTONY | 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 pleased, 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. |
| CLEOPATRA | Pardon, pardon! |
| MARK ANTONY | Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
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] |
| [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others] | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Let him appear that's come from Antony.
Know you him? |
| DOLABELLA | Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion off his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by. |
| [Enter EUPHRONIUS, ambassador from MARK ANTONY] | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Approach, and speak. |
| EUPHRONIUS | Such as I am, I come from Antony:
I was of late as petty to his ends As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf To his grand sea. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Be't so: declare thine office. |
| EUPHRONIUS | 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. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | 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. |
| EUPHRONIUS | Fortune pursue thee! |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Bring him through the bands. |
| [Exit EUPHRONIUS] | |
| [To THYREUS] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, 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, Thyreus; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law. | |
| THYREUS | Caesar, I go. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. |
| THYREUS | Caesar, I shall. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS] | |
| CLEOPATRA | What shall we do, Enobarbus? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Think, and die. |
| CLEOPATRA | Is Antony or we in fault for this? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though 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 opposed, he being The meered question: 'twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing. |
| CLEOPATRA | Prithee, peace. |
| [Enter MARK ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Is that his answer? |
| EUPHRONIUS | Ay, my lord. |
| MARK ANTONY | The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up. |
| EUPHRONIUS | He says so. |
| MARK ANTONY | Let her know't.
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. |
| CLEOPATRA | That head, my lord? |
| MARK ANTONY | 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 As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declined, sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me. |
| [Exeunt MARK ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be staged 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 subdued His judgment too. |
| [Enter an Attendant] | |
| Attendant | A messenger from CAESAR. |
| CLEOPATRA | What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. |
| [Exit Attendant] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer And earns a place i' the story. |
| [Enter THYREUS] | |
| CLEOPATRA | Caesar's will? |
| THYREUS | Hear it apart. |
| CLEOPATRA | None but friends: say boldly. |
| THYREUS | So, haply, are they friends to Antony. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know, Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's. |
| THYREUS | So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Caesar. |
| CLEOPATRA | Go on: right royal. |
| THYREUS | He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him. |
| CLEOPATRA | O! |
| THYREUS | The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. |
| CLEOPATRA | He is a god, and knows
What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. |
| [Exit] | |
| THYREUS | Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desired 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 shrowd, The universal landlord. |
| CLEOPATRA | What's your name? |
| THYREUS | My name is Thyreus. |
| CLEOPATRA | Most kind messenger,
Say to great Caesar this: in deputation I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel: Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt. |
| THYREUS | 'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand. |
| CLEOPATRA | Your Caesar's father oft,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses. |
| [Re-enter MARK ANTONY and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow? |
| THYREUS | One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] You will be whipp'd. |
| MARK ANTONY | Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods
and devils! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!' Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet. |
| [Enter Attendants] | |
| Take hence this Jack, and whip him. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying. |
| MARK ANTONY | Moon and stars!
Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries 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. |
| THYREUS | Mark Antony! |
| MARK ANTONY | Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall Bear us an errand to him. |
| [Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS] | |
| You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders? | |
| CLEOPATRA | Good my lord,-- |
| MARK ANTONY | You have been a boggler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard-- O misery on't!--the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut To our confusion. |
| CLEOPATRA | O, is't come to this? |
| MARK ANTONY | I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. |
| CLEOPATRA | Wherefore is this? |
| MARK ANTONY | 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. |
| [Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS] | |
| Is he whipp'd? | |
| First Attendant | Soundly, my lord. |
| MARK ANTONY | Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon? |
| First Attendant | He did ask favour. |
| MARK ANTONY | If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee, 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 abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranched 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! |
| [Exit THYREUS] | |
| CLEOPATRA | Have you done yet? |
| MARK ANTONY | Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! |
| CLEOPATRA | I must stay his time. |
| MARK ANTONY | To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points? |
| CLEOPATRA | Not know me yet? |
| MARK ANTONY | Cold-hearted toward me? |
| CLEOPATRA | 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! |
| MARK ANTONY | 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, threatening 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's hope in't yet. |
| CLEOPATRA | That's my brave lord! |
| MARK ANTONY | I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
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 All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more; Let's mock the midnight bell. |
| CLEOPATRA | It is my birth-day:
I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. |
| MARK ANTONY | We will yet do well. |
| CLEOPATRA | Call all his noble captains to my lord. |
| MARK ANTONY | Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. |
| [Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood 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. |
| [Exit] |