Ven.
Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger.—Bear the king's son's body
Before our army:—Thy Pacorus, Orodes ^note,
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

Sil.
Noble Ventidius,

Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through ^note 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.

Ven.
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 he we ^note serve's away. ^note
Cæsar, 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 atchiev'd 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 choise 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.

Sil.
Thou hast, Ventidius, that,14Q1088
Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
Grants ^note scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?

Ven.
I'll humbly signify what in his name,
That magical word of war, we have effected;
How, with his banners, and his well-pay'd ranks,
The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
We have jaded out o' the field.

Sil.
Where is he now?

Ven.
He purposeth to Athens: where, with ^note what haste
The weight we must convey with us will permit,
We shall appear before him.—On, there; pass along. SCENE II. Rome. An Anti-room in Cæsar's House. Enter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, meeting.

Agr.
What, are the brothers parted?

Eno.
They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome: Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubl'd
With the green sickness.

Agr.
'Tis a noble Lepidus.

Eno.
A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar!

Agr.
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

Eno.
Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

Agr.
What's Antony ^note? The god of Jupiter.

Eno.
Spake you of Cæsar? O, the ^note non-pareil!

Agr.
O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

Eno.
Would you praise Cæsar, say,—Cæsar;—go no farther.

Agr.
Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises.

Eno.
But he loves Cæsar best;—Yet he loves Antony:
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, ^note scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love
To Antony. But as for Cæsar, kneel,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Agr.
Both he loves.

Eno.
They are his shards,14Q1089 and he their beetle: [Trumpet within] So,
This is to horse:—Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Agr.
Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewel! Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.

Ant.
No farther, sir. [to Cæsar.

Cæsar.
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 bond ^note
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 ^note it: for far better might we
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

Ant.
Make me not offended
In your distrust.

Cæs.
I have said.

Ant.
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.

Cæs.
Farewel, my dearest sister, fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Oct.
My noble brother,—

Ant.
The April's in her eyes; It is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on:—Be chearful.

Oct.
Sir, look well to my husband's ^note house; and—

Cæs.
What,
Octavia?

Oct.
I'll tell you in your ear. [taking him aside.

Ant.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather,14Q1090
That stands upon the swell at full ^note of tide,
And neither way inclines.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;Will Cæsar weep?&crquo;

&clquo;Agr.
&clquo;He has a cloud in's face.&crquo;

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;He were the worse for that, were he a horse;&crquo;
&clquo;So is he, being a man.&crquo;

&clquo;Agr.
&clquo;Why, Enobarbus?&crquo;
&clquo;When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead,&crquo;
&clquo;He cry'd almost to roaring: and he wept,&crquo;
&clquo;When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.&crquo;

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;That year, indeed, he was troubl'd with a rheum;&crquo;
&clquo;What willingly he did confound, he wail'd:&crquo;
&clquo;Believ't, 'till I weep too.&crquo;14Q1091

Cæs.
No, sweet Octavia, [coming forward.
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant.
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.

Cæs.
Adieu; be happy!

Lep.
Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!

Cæs.
Farewel.—Farewel. [kisses Octavia.

Ant.
Farewel. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cle.
Where is the fellow?

Ale.
Half afeard to come.

Cle.
Go to, go to:—Come hither, sir. Enter Messenger.

Ale.
Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,

But when you are well pleas'd.

Cle.
That Herod's head
I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone,
Through whom I might command it.—Come thou near.

Mes.
Most gracious majesty,—

Cle.
Did'st thou behold
Octavia?

Mes.
Ay, dread queen.

Cle.
Where?

Mes.
Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cle.
Is she as tall as me?

Mes.
She is not, madam.

Cle.
Did'st hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongue'd, or low?

Mes.
Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic'd.

Cle.
That's not so good:—he cannot like her long.

Cha.
Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cle.
I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish!—
What majesty is in her gate? ^note Remember;
If e'er thou look'dst ^note on majesty.

Mes.
She creeps;
Her motion and her station are as one:
She shews a body, rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

Cle.
Is this certain?

Mes.
Or I have no observance.

Cha.
Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

Cle.
He's very knowing,
I do perceive't:—There's nothing in her yet:—
The fellow has good judgment.

Cha.
Excellent.

Cle.
Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.

Mes.
Her years, madam?
She was a widow:

Cle.
Widow?—Charmian, hark.

Mes.
And I do think, she's thirty.

Cle.
Bear'st thou her face
In mind? is't long, or round?

Mes.
Round, even to faultiness.

Cle.
For the most part too, they are foolish that are so.—
Her hair, what colour?

Mes.
Brown, madam: And her forehead
As low as she would wish it.14Q1092

Cle.
There's gold &dagger2; 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, while
Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messenger.

Cha.
A proper man.

Cle.
Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.

Cha.
O, nothing, madam.

Cle.
The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.

Cha.
Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!

Cle.
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.

Cha.
I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's House.

Enter Antony, and Octavia.

Ant.
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,—
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,—but he hath wag'd
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To publick ear:
Spoke scant'ly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most ^note narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't ^{note note},
Or did it from his teeth.

Oct.
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 will mock me,14Q1093
When I shall pray, O, bless my husband! ^note presently
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud
O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway ^note
'Twixt these extreams at all.

Ant.
Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour,
I lose my self: better I were not yours,
Than yours so ^note branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall strain ^note your brother: Make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours.

Oct.
Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,

Your reconciler ^note! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.

Ant.
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 ^note to. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. Another Room in the same. Enter Eros, and Enobarbus, meeting.

Eno.

How now, friend Eros?

Ero.

There's strange news come, sir.

Eno.

What, man?

Ero.

Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars ^note upon Pompey.

Eno.

his is old; What is the success?

Ero.

Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently deny'd him rivalty; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: ^note and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his appeal ^note, seizes him: So the poor third is up, 'till death enlarge his confine.

Eno.
Then, world, thou hast ^note14Q1094 a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They'll grind the one the other.—Where is Antony?

Ero.
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.

Eno.
Our great navy's rig'd.

Ero.
For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius;

My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.

Eno.
'twill ^note be naught:
But let it be.—Bring me to Antony.

Ero.
Come, sir. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Rome. A Room in Cæsar's House. Enter Cæsar, Mecænas, and Agrippa.

Cæs.
Contemning Rome,14Q1095 he has done all this: And more;
In Alexandria,—here's &dagger2; the manner of it,—
I'the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publickly enthron'd: at the feet, sat
Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son; ^note
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.

Mec.
This in the ^note publick eye?

Cæs.
I'the common shew-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd ^note, The kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phœnicia: She
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported, so.

Mec.
Let Rome be thus
Inform'd.

Agr.
Who, queasy with his insolence
Already, will their good thoughts call from him.

Cæs.
The people know ^note it; and have now receiv'd
His accusations.

Agr.
Whom does ^note he accuse?

Cæs.
Cæsar: 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 unrestor'd: lastly, he frets,
That Lepidus of the triumvirate ^note
Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain
All his revenue.

Agr.
Sir, this should be answer'd.

Cæs.
'Tis done already, and the messenger ^note gone.
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
That he ^note his high authority abus'd,
And did deserve his change ^note: 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.

Mec.
He'll never yield to that.

Cæs.
Nor must not then be yielded to in this. Enter Octavia.

Oct.
Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar!

Cæs.
That ever I should call thee, cast-away.

Oct.
You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.

Cæs.
Why hast thou stoln ^note upon us thus? You come not ^note
Like Cæsar'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 born men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,

Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostent of ^note our love, which, left unshewn,
Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you
By sea, and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.

Oct.
Good my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it
On my free will. My lord Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted
My grieving ear ^note withal; whereon, I beg'd
His pardon for return.

Cæs.
Which soon he granted,
Being an obstruct ^note 'tween his lust and him.

Oct.
Do not say so, my lord.

Cæs.
I have eyes upon him,
And his affairs come to me on the wind:
Where, say you, he is ^note now?

Oct.
My lord, in Athens.

Cæs.
No, my most wronged sister;14Q1096 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 assembl'd
Bacchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas:
King Malchus of Arabia; king of Medes; ^note
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas,
The kings of ^note Pont and ^note; Lycaonia;
With a larger ^note list of scepters.

Oct.
Ah me most wretched!

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do ^note afflict each other.

Cæs.
Welcome hither:
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
'Till we perceived, both how you were wrong'd, ^note
And we in negligent danger.14Q1097 Cheer your heart:
Be you not troubl'd with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determin'd things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome:
Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make ^note them ministers ^note
Of us, and those that love you. Be of ^note comfort;
And ever welcome to us.

Agr.
Welcome, lady.

Mec.
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.

Oct.
Is it so, sir?

Cæs.
Most certain. Sister, welcome: Pray you, now
Be ever known to patience: My dear'st sister! SCENE VII. Near Actium. Antony's Camp. Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.

Cle.
I will be even with thee, doubt it not.

Eno.
But why, why, why?

Cle.
Thou hast forespoke my being in these wars;
And say'st, it is not fit.

Eno.
Well, is it, is it?

Cle.
Is't not ^note denounc'd 'gainst us? Why should not we
Be there in person?

Eno.
Well, I could reply:—
If we should serve with horse and mares together,
The horse were meerly lost; the mares would bear
A soldier, and his horse.

Cle.
What is't you say?

Eno.
Your presence needs ^note must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time,
What should not then be spar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome,
That Phótinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Manage this war.

Cle.
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.

Eno.
Nay, I have done,
Here comes the emperor. Enter Antony, and Canidius.

Ant.
Is't not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum, and Brundusium,
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
And take in Toryne? ^note—You have heard on't, sweet?

Cle.
Celerity is never more admir'd,
Than by the negligent.

Ant.
A good rebuke,
Which might have well becom'd the best of men,
To taunt at slackness.—My Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.

Cle.
By sea! What else?

Can.
Why will my lord do so?

Ant.
For that he dares us to't.

Eno.
So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight.

Can.
Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia,
Where Cæsar fought with Pompey: But these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off;
And so should you.

Eno.
Your ships are not well man'd:
Your mariners are múliteers ^note, reapers, people
Ingrost by swift impress; in Cæsar's fleet
Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: No disgrace
Can fall ^note you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepar'd for land.

Ant.
By sea, by sea.

Eno.
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 meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm security.

Ant.
I'll fight at sea.

Cle.
I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better.

Ant.
Come:
Our over-plus of shipping will we burn;
And, with the rest full-man'd, from the head of ^note Actium ^note
Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail, Enter a Messenger.
We then can do't at land.—Thy business?

Mes.
The news is true, my lord; he is descry'd;
Cæsar has taken Toryne.

Ant.
Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
Strange, that his power should be.—Canidius ^note,
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
And our twelve thousand horse:—we'll to our ship; Enter a Soldier.
Away, my Thetis.—How now, worthy soldier?

Sol.
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 Phœnicians, go a ducking; we
Have us'd to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.

Ant.
Well, well, away. [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.

Sol.
By Hercules, I think I am i'the right. ^note

Can.
Soldier, thou art: but this whole ^{note note} action14Q1098 grows
Not in the power on't: So our leader's led,
And we are women's men.

Sol.
You keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not?

Can.
Marcus Octavius, Marcus ^note Justeius,
Publicola, and Cœlius, are for sea:
But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's
Carries beyond belief.

Sol.
While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions, as
Beguil'd all spies.

Can.
Who's his lieutenant, hear you?

Sol.
They say, one Taurus.

Can.
Well I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes.
The emperor calls Canidius.

Can.
With news the time's with labour; and throws forth,
Each minute, some. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. The same. Plain between both Camps. Enter Cæsar, Taurus, Officers, and Others.

Cæs.
Taurus,—

Tau.
My lord.

Cæs.
Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
'Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
The prescript of this &dagger2; scrowl: Our fortune lies
Upon this jump. [Exeunt. Enter Antony, Enobarbus, and Others.

Ant.
Set we our squadrons on yon' side o'the hill,
In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly. [Exeunt. Enter Canidius, marching with his land Army, one Way; and Taurus, the Lieutenant of Cæsar; with his, the other Way. After their going in, is heard the Noise of a Sea-fight. Alarums. Enter Enobarbus.

Eno.
Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer:
The Antoniad ^note, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their sixty, fly, and turn the rudder;
To see't, mine eyes are blasted. Enter Scarus.

Sca.
Gods, and goddesses,
All the whole synod of them!

Eno.
What's thy passion?

Sca.
The greater cantle of the world is lost

With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Kingdoms and provinces.

Eno.
How appears the fight?

Sca.
On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon' ribald ^{note note} nag of Egypt,14Q1099
(Whom leprosy o'er-take ^note!) i'the mid'st o'the fight,—
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the ^note same, or rather ours the elder,—
The breeze upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails, ^note and flies.

Eno.
That I beheld: mine eyes
Did sicken at the sight of it, and could not
Endure a further view.

Sca.
She once being loost,
The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in heighth, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.

Eno.
Alack, alack! Enter Canidius.

Can.
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 ^note given example for our flight,
Most grosly, by his own.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night&crquo;
&clquo;Indeed.&crquo;

Can.
Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Sca.
'Tis easy to't: and there I will attend
What further comes.

Can.
To Cæsar will I render
My legions, and my horse; six kings already
Shew me the way of yielding. [Exit.

Eno.
I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind14Q1100 against me. [Exit. SCENE IX. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Antony, with Attendants.

Ant.
Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't,
It is asham'd to bear me.—Friends, come hither;
I am so lated ^note 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 Cæsar.

Att.
Fly! not we.

Ant.
I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
To run, and shew their shoulders. Friends, be gone:
I have myself resolv'd upon a course
Which has no need of you; be gone, 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 doating.—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 lothness: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be ^note left
Which leaves itself: to the ^note sea-side straight away:
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. [Exeunt Attendants. Throws himself on a Couch. Enter Eros, with Cleopatra, led by Iras and Charmian.

Ero.
Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.

Ira.
Do, most dear queen.

Cha.
Do! Why, what else?

Cle.
Let me sit † down. O Juno!

Ant.
No, no, no, no, no.

Ero.
See you here, sir?

Ant.
O fie, fie, fie.

Cha.
Madam,—

Ira.
Madam, good empress,—

Ero.
Sir, sir,—

Ant.
Yes, my lord, yes;—14Q1101 He, at Philippi, kept
His sword even like a dancer; while I strook
The lean and wrinkl'd Cassius; and 'twas I,
That the mad Brutus14Q1102 ended: he alone
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave squares of war: Yet now—No matter.

Cle.
Ah me!—Stand by. [rising.

Ero.
The queen, my lord, the queen.

Ira.
Go to him, madam, speak to him; he is unquality'd
With very shame.

Cle.
Well then,—Sustain me:—O!

Ero.
Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches;
Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her; ^note but
Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant.
I have offended reputation;
A most unnoble swerving:

Ero.
Sir, the queen.

Ant.
O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? [starting up] See
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes,
By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cle.
O my lord, my lord!
Forgive my fearful sails; I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant.
Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the strings,
And thou should'st tow me ^note after: O'er my spirit
Thy full ^note supremacy thou knew'st; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cle.
O, my pardon.

Ant.
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 pleas'd,
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 causes. ^note

Cle.
Pardon, pardon.

Ant.
Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss;
Even this † repays me. ^note—We sent our school-master,
Is he come back?—Love, I am full of lead:—
Some wine, there ^note, and our viands:—Fortune knows,
We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. SCENE X. A Camp in Egypt. Cæsar's Tent. Enter Cæsar, Thyreus, Dolabella, and Others.

Cæs.
Let him appear that's come from Antony ^note.—
Know you him?

Dol.
Cæsar, 'tis his school-master:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by. Enter Euphronius.

Cæs.
Approach, and speak.

Eup.
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.14Q1103

Cæs.
Be it so; Declare thine office.

Eup.
Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He lessens ^note his requests; and to thee sues
To let him breath 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.

Cæs.
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.

Eup.
Fortune pursue thee!

Cæs.
Bring him through the bands. [Exit Euphronius, attended.

To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time ^note: Dispatch;
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
And in our name, what she ^note 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.

Thy.
Cæsar, I go.

Cæs.
Observe how Antony becomes his flaw;
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.

Thy.
Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cle.
What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno.
Drink, and ^note dye.14Q1104

Cle.
Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?

Eno.
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 you?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question: 'Twas a ^note shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cle.
Pr'ythee, peace. Enter Antony, with Euphronius.

Ant.
Is that his ^note answer?

Eup.
Ay, my lord.

Ant.
The queen
Shall then have courtesy, so she will yield
Us up.

Eup.
My lord, he says so.

Ant.
Let her know't.—
To the boy Cæsar send this grizl'd head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.

Cle.
That head, my lord?

Ant.
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 ministries ^note14Q1105 would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon
As i'the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me. [Exeunt Antony, and Euphronius.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;Yes, like enough; high-battl'd Cæsar will&crquo;
&clquo;Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the shew&crquo;
&clquo;Against a sworder I see, men's judgments are&crquo;
&clquo;A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward&crquo;
&clquo;Do draw the inward quality after them,&crquo;
&clquo;To suffer all alike. That he should dream,&crquo;
&clquo;Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will&crquo;
&clquo;Answer his emptiness! Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd&crquo;
&clquo;His judgment too.&crquo; Enter an Attendant.

Att.
A messenger from Cæsar.

Cle.
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.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.&crquo;
&clquo;The loyalty,14Q1106 well held to fools, does make&crquo;
&clquo;Our faith meer folly:—Yet, he, that can endure&crquo;
&clquo;To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,&crquo;
&clquo;Does conquer him that did his master conquer,&crquo;
&clquo;And earns a place i'the story.&crquo; Enter Thyreus.

Cle.
Cæsar's will?

Thy.
Hear it apart.

Cle.
None but friends; say on boldly.

Thy.
So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

Eno.
He needs as many, sir,14Q1107 as Cæsar has;
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: Or, as ^{note note} you know,
Whose he is, we are; and that is, Cæsar's.

Thy.
So.—
Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
Further than he is Cæsar. ^note

Cle.
Go on: Right royal.

Thy.
He knows,14Q1108 that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cle.
O!

Thy.
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.

Cle.
He is a god, and knows
What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd meerly.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;To be sure of that,&crquo;
&clquo;I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,&crquo;
&clquo;That we must leave thee to ^note thy sinking, for&crquo;
&clquo;Thy dearest quit thee.&crquo; [Exit Enobarbus.

Thy.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him? for the partly begs
To be desir'd 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 great,
The universal landlord.

Cle.
What's your name?

Thy.
My name is Thyreus.

Cle.
Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this, In deputation ^note
I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thy.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combatting 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.

Cle.
Your Cæsar's father oft, [giving her Hand.
When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses. Re-enter Enobarbus, with Antony.

Ant.
Favours, by Jove that thunders!—
What art thou, fellow?

Thy.
One, that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.

&clquo;Eno.
&clquo;You will be whipt.&crquo;

Ant.
Approach, there;—Ah, you kite!—Now, gods and devils!
Authority melts from me of late: when I cry'd, ho!
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will?—Have you no ears? I am Enter Attendants.
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Eno.
&clquo;Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,&crquo;
&clquo;Than with an old one dying.&crquo;

Ant.
Moon and stars!—
Whip him:—Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of the † 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.

Thy.
Mark Antony,—

Ant.
Tug him away: being whipt,
Bring him again:—This Jack ^note of Cæsar'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 unprest in Rome,
Forborn the getting of a lawful race,
And by a jem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders?

Cle.
Good my lord,—

Ant.
You have been a bogler ever:—
But when we in our viciousness grow hard ^note,

(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 us, while we strut
To our confusion.

Cle.
O, is't come to this?

Ant.
I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæsar'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.

Cle.
Wherefore is this?

Ant.
To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you! be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts!—O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to out-roar
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.—Is he whip'd? Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus.

1. A.
Soundly, my lord.

Ant.
Cry'd he? and beg'd he pardon?

1. A.
He did ask favour.

Ant.
If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whip'd for following him: henceforth,
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou ^note to look on't. Get thee back to Cæsar,

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 abism of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd ^note 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, be gone. [Exit Thyreus.

Cle.
Have you done yet?

Ant.
Alack, our terrene moon14Q1109
Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!

Cle.
I must stay his time. [to her Women.

Ant.
To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that tyes his points?

Cle.
Not know me yet?

Ant.
Cold-hearted toward me?

Cle.
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 Cæsarion smite ^note!
'Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying ^note of this pelleted storm,
Lye graveless; 'till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have bury'd them for prey!

Ant.
I am sattisfy'd. ^note
Cæsar sets down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd ^note navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning 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 ^note;
There is hope in it yet.

Cle.
That's my brave lord!

Ant.
I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
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.

Cle.
It is my birth-day:
I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant.
We'll yet do well.

Cle.
Call all his noble captains to my lord.

Ant.
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 Ant. Cle. Cha. Ira. and Att.

Eno.
Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious,
Is, to frighted ^note out of fear: 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 ^note
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him. [Exit.

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