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Antony and Cleopatra
tells the story of a romance between two powerful lovers: Cleopatra, the queen of Egypt, and Mark Antony, who rules the Roman Empire with Octavius Caesar and Lepidus.
Although he is needed in Rome, Antony lingers in Egypt with Cleopatra. He finally returns to Rome when Pompey, another military leader, tries to gain control of the empire. Once in Rome, Antony marries Caesar’s sister Octavia.
After Pompey is defeated, Caesar imprisons Lepidus and turns on Antony. Octavia attempts to reconcile them, but fails. Antony returns to Cleopatra. He challenges Caesar at sea, adding Cleopatra’s ships to his own. When she and her navy flee in mid-battle, Antony follows, abandoning his men.
Antony fails in a second battle at sea. At first, he blames Cleopatra and plans to kill her. He responds to false news of her death, however, by attempting suicide; fatally wounded, he reunites with her as he dies. Faced with Caesar’s plans to humiliate her in Rome, Cleopatra kills herself with poisonous snakes.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Demetrius
and
Philo
.
Nay
,
but
this
dotage
of
our
general’s
O’erflows
the
measure
.
Those
his
goodly
eyes
,
That
o’er
the
files
and
musters
of
the
war
Have
glowed
like
plated
Mars
,
now
bend
,
now
turn
The
office
and
devotion
of
their
view
Upon
a
tawny
front
.
His
captain’s
heart
,
Which
in
the
scuffles
of
great
fights
hath
burst
The
buckles
on
his
breast
,
reneges
all
temper
And
is
become
the
bellows
and
the
fan
To
cool
a
gypsy’s
lust
.
Flourish
.
Enter
Antony
,
Cleopatra
,
her
Ladies
,
the
Train
,
with
Eunuchs
fanning
her
.
Look
where
they
come
.
Take
but
good
note
,
and
you
shall
see
in
him
The
triple
pillar
of
the
world
transformed
Into
a
strumpet’s
fool
.
Behold
and
see
.
If
it
be
love
indeed
,
tell
me
how
much
.
There’s
beggary
in
the
love
that
can
be
reckoned
.
I’ll
set
a
bourn
how
far
to
be
beloved
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Then
must
thou
needs
find
out
new
heaven
,
new
Earth
earth
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
News
,
my
good
lord
,
from
Rome
.
Grates
me
,
the
sum
.
Nay
,
hear
them
,
Antony
.
Fulvia
perchance
is
angry
.
Or
who
knows
If
the
scarce-bearded
Caesar
have
not
sent
His
powerful
mandate
to
you
:
Do
this
,
or
this
;
Take
in
that
kingdom
,
and
enfranchise
that
.
Perform
’t
,
or
else
we
damn
thee
.
How
,
my
love
?
Perchance
?
Nay
,
and
most
like
.
You
must
not
stay
here
longer
;
your
dismission
Is
come
from
Caesar
.
Therefore
hear
it
,
Antony
.
Where’s
Fulvia’s
process
?
Caesar’s
,
I
would
say
—
both
?
Call
in
the
messengers
.
As
I
am
Egypt’s
queen
,
Thou
blushest
,
Antony
,
and
that
blood
of
thine
Is
Caesar’s
homager
;
else
so
thy
cheek
pays
shame
When
shrill-tongued
Fulvia
scolds
.
The
messengers
!
Let
Rome
in
Tiber
melt
and
the
wide
arch
Of
the
ranged
empire
fall
.
Here
is
my
space
.
Kingdoms
are
clay
.
Our
dungy
earth
alike
Feeds
beast
as
man
.
The
nobleness
of
life
Is
to
do
thus
;
when
such
a
mutual
pair
And
such
a
twain
can
do
’t
,
in
which
I
bind
,
On
pain
of
punishment
,
the
world
to
weet
We
stand
up
peerless
.
Excellent
falsehood
!
Why
did
he
marry
Fulvia
,
and
not
love
her
?
I’ll
seem
the
fool
I
am
not
.
Antony
Will
be
himself
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
But
stirred
by
Cleopatra
.
Now
for
the
love
of
Love
and
her
soft
hours
,
Let’s
not
confound
the
time
with
conference
harsh
.
There’s
not
a
minute
of
our
lives
should
stretch
Without
some
pleasure
now
.
What
sport
tonight
?
Hear
the
ambassadors
.
Fie
,
wrangling
queen
,
Whom
everything
becomes
—
to
chide
,
to
laugh
,
To
weep
;
whose
every
passion
fully
strives
To
make
itself
,
in
thee
,
fair
and
admired
!
No
messenger
but
thine
,
and
all
alone
Tonight
we’ll
wander
through
the
streets
and
note
The
qualities
of
people
.
Come
,
my
queen
,
Last
night
you
did
desire
it
.
To
the
Messenger
.
Speak
not
to
us
.
Antony
and
Cleopatra
exit
with
the
Train
.
Is
Caesar
with
Antonius
prized
so
slight
?
Sir
,
sometimes
when
he
is
not
Antony
He
comes
too
short
of
that
great
property
Which
still
should
go
with
Antony
.
I
am
full
sorry
That
he
approves
the
common
liar
who
Thus
speaks
of
him
at
Rome
;
but
I
will
hope
Of
better
deeds
tomorrow
.
Rest
you
happy
!
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Enobarbus
,
Lamprius
,
a
Soothsayer
,
Rannius
,
Lucillius
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
Mardian
the
Eunuch
,
Alexas
,
and
Servants
.
Lord
Alexas
,
sweet
Alexas
,
most
anything
Alexas
,
almost
most
absolute
Alexas
,
where’s
the
ACT 1. SC. 2
soothsayer
that
you
praised
so
to
th’
Queen
?
O
,
that
I
knew
this
husband
which
you
say
must
charge
his
horns
with
garlands
!
Soothsayer
!
Your
will
?
Is
this
the
man
?
—
Is
’t
you
,
sir
,
that
know
things
?
In
nature’s
infinite
book
of
secrecy
A
little
I
can
read
.
,
to
Charmian
Show
him
your
hand
.
,
to
Servants
Bring
in
the
banquet
quickly
,
wine
enough
Cleopatra’s
health
to
drink
.
,
giving
her
hand
to
the
Soothsayer
Good
sir
,
give
me
good
fortune
.
I
make
not
,
but
foresee
.
Pray
then
,
foresee
me
one
.
You
shall
be
yet
far
fairer
than
you
are
.
He
means
in
flesh
.
No
,
you
shall
paint
when
you
are
old
.
Wrinkles
forbid
!
Vex
not
his
prescience
.
Be
attentive
.
Hush
.
You
shall
be
more
beloving
than
beloved
.
I
had
rather
heat
my
liver
with
drinking
.
Nay
,
hear
him
.
Good
now
,
some
excellent
fortune
!
Let
me
be
married
to
three
kings
in
a
forenoon
and
widow
them
all
.
Let
me
have
a
child
at
fifty
to
whom
Herod
of
Jewry
may
do
homage
.
Find
me
to
marry
me
with
Octavius
Caesar
,
and
companion
me
with
my
mistress
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
You
shall
outlive
the
lady
whom
you
serve
.
O
,
excellent
!
I
love
long
life
better
than
figs
.
You
have
seen
and
proved
a
fairer
former
fortune
Than
that
which
is
to
approach
.
Then
belike
my
children
shall
have
no
names
.
Prithee
,
how
many
boys
and
wenches
must
I
have
?
If
every
of
your
wishes
had
a
womb
,
And
fertile
every
wish
,
a
million
.
Out
,
fool
!
I
forgive
thee
for
a
witch
.
You
think
none
but
your
sheets
are
privy
to
your
wishes
.
,
to
Soothsayer
Nay
,
come
.
Tell
Iras
hers
.
We’ll
know
all
our
fortunes
.
Mine
,
and
most
of
our
fortunes
tonight
,
shall
be
—
drunk
to
bed
.
,
giving
her
hand
to
the
Soothsayer
There’s
a
palm
presages
chastity
,
if
nothing
else
.
E’en
as
the
o’erflowing
Nilus
presageth
famine
.
Go
,
you
wild
bedfellow
,
you
cannot
soothsay
.
Nay
,
if
an
oily
palm
be
not
a
fruitful
prognostication
,
I
cannot
scratch
mine
ear
.
—
Prithee
tell
her
but
a
workaday
fortune
.
Your
fortunes
are
alike
.
But
how
,
but
how
?
Give
me
particulars
.
I
have
said
.
Am
I
not
an
inch
of
fortune
better
than
she
?
Well
,
if
you
were
but
an
inch
of
fortune
better
than
I
,
where
would
you
choose
it
?
Not
in
my
husband’s
nose
.
Our
worser
thoughts
heavens
mend
.
Alexas
—
come
,
his
fortune
,
his
fortune
!
O
,
let
him
marry
a
ACT 1. SC. 2
woman
that
cannot
go
,
sweet
Isis
,
I
beseech
thee
,
and
let
her
die
,
too
,
and
give
him
a
worse
,
and
let
worse
follow
worse
,
till
the
worst
of
all
follow
him
laughing
to
his
grave
,
fiftyfold
a
cuckold
.
Good
Isis
,
hear
me
this
prayer
,
though
thou
deny
me
a
matter
of
more
weight
,
good
Isis
,
I
beseech
thee
!
Amen
,
dear
goddess
,
hear
that
prayer
of
the
people
.
For
,
as
it
is
a
heartbreaking
to
see
a
handsome
man
loose-wived
,
so
it
is
a
deadly
sorrow
to
behold
a
foul
knave
uncuckolded
.
Therefore
,
dear
Isis
,
keep
decorum
and
fortune
him
accordingly
.
Amen
.
Lo
now
,
if
it
lay
in
their
hands
to
make
me
a
cuckold
,
they
would
make
themselves
whores
but
they’d
do
’t
.
Hush
,
here
comes
Antony
.
Not
he
.
The
Queen
.
Enter
Cleopatra
.
Saw
you
my
lord
?
No
,
lady
.
Was
he
not
here
?
No
,
madam
.
He
was
disposed
to
mirth
,
but
on
the
sudden
A
Roman
thought
hath
struck
him
.
—
Enobarbus
!
Madam
?
Seek
him
and
bring
him
hither
.
—
Where’s
Alexas
?
Here
at
your
service
.
My
lord
approaches
.
Enter
Antony
with
a
Messenger
.
We
will
not
look
upon
him
.
Go
with
us
.
All
but
Antony
and
the
Messenger
exit
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Fulvia
thy
wife
first
came
into
the
field
.
Against
my
brother
Lucius
?
Ay
.
But
soon
that
war
had
end
,
and
the
time’s
state
Made
friends
of
them
,
jointing
their
force
’gainst
Caesar
,
Whose
better
issue
in
the
war
from
Italy
Upon
the
first
encounter
drave
them
.
Well
,
what
worst
?
The
nature
of
bad
news
infects
the
teller
.
When
it
concerns
the
fool
or
coward
.
On
.
Things
that
are
past
are
done
,
with
me
.
’Tis
thus
:
Who
tells
me
true
,
though
in
his
tale
lie
death
,
I
hear
him
as
he
flattered
.
Labienus
—
This
is
stiff
news
—
hath
with
his
Parthian
force
Extended
Asia
:
from
Euphrates
His
conquering
banner
shook
,
from
Syria
To
Lydia
and
to
Ionia
,
Whilst
—
Antony
,
thou
wouldst
say
?
O
,
my
lord
!
Speak
to
me
home
;
mince
not
the
general
tongue
.
Name
Cleopatra
as
she
is
called
in
Rome
;
Rail
thou
in
Fulvia’s
phrase
,
and
taunt
my
faults
With
such
full
license
as
both
truth
and
malice
Have
power
to
utter
.
O
,
then
we
bring
forth
weeds
When
our
quick
winds
lie
still
,
and
our
ills
told
us
Is
as
our
earing
.
Fare
thee
well
awhile
.
At
your
noble
pleasure
.
Messenger
exits
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Enter
another
Messenger
.
From
Sicyon
how
the
news
?
Speak
there
.
The
man
from
Sicyon
—
Is
there
such
an
one
?
He
stays
upon
your
will
.
Let
him
appear
.
Second
Messenger
exits
.
These
strong
Egyptian
fetters
I
must
break
,
Or
lose
myself
in
dotage
.
Enter
another
Messenger
with
a
letter
.
What
are
you
?
Fulvia
thy
wife
is
dead
.
Where
died
she
?
In
Sicyon
.
Her
length
of
sickness
,
with
what
else
more
serious
Importeth
thee
to
know
,
this
bears
.
He
hands
Antony
the
letter
.
Forbear
me
.
Third
Messenger
exits
.
There’s
a
great
spirit
gone
!
Thus
did
I
desire
it
.
What
our
contempts
doth
often
hurl
from
us
,
We
wish
it
ours
again
.
The
present
pleasure
,
By
revolution
lowering
,
does
become
The
opposite
of
itself
.
She’s
good
,
being
gone
.
The
hand
could
pluck
her
back
that
shoved
her
on
.
I
must
from
this
enchanting
queen
break
off
.
Ten
thousand
harms
more
than
the
ills
I
know
My
idleness
doth
hatch
.
—
How
now
,
Enobarbus
!
Enter
Enobarbus
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
What’s
your
pleasure
,
sir
?
I
must
with
haste
from
hence
.
Why
then
we
kill
all
our
women
.
We
see
how
mortal
an
unkindness
is
to
them
.
If
they
suffer
our
departure
,
death’s
the
word
.
I
must
be
gone
.
Under
a
compelling
occasion
,
let
women
die
.
It
were
pity
to
cast
them
away
for
nothing
,
though
between
them
and
a
great
cause
,
they
should
be
esteemed
nothing
.
Cleopatra
,
catching
but
the
least
noise
of
this
,
dies
instantly
.
I
have
seen
her
die
twenty
times
upon
far
poorer
moment
.
I
do
think
there
is
mettle
in
death
which
commits
some
loving
act
upon
her
,
she
hath
such
a
celerity
in
dying
.
She
is
cunning
past
man’s
thought
.
Alack
,
sir
,
no
,
her
passions
are
made
of
nothing
but
the
finest
part
of
pure
love
.
We
cannot
call
her
winds
and
waters
sighs
and
tears
;
they
are
greater
storms
and
tempests
than
almanacs
can
report
.
This
cannot
be
cunning
in
her
;
if
it
be
,
she
makes
a
shower
of
rain
as
well
as
Jove
.
Would
I
had
never
seen
her
!
O
,
sir
,
you
had
then
left
unseen
a
wonderful
piece
of
work
,
which
not
to
have
been
blest
withal
would
have
discredited
your
travel
.
Fulvia
is
dead
.
Sir
?
Fulvia
is
dead
.
Fulvia
?
Dead
.
Why
,
sir
,
give
the
gods
a
thankful
sacrifice
.
When
it
pleaseth
their
deities
to
take
the
wife
of
a
man
from
him
,
it
shows
to
man
the
tailors
of
the
ACT 1. SC. 2
Earth
earth
;
comforting
therein
,
that
when
old
robes
are
worn
out
,
there
are
members
to
make
new
.
If
there
were
no
more
women
but
Fulvia
,
then
had
you
indeed
a
cut
,
and
the
case
to
be
lamented
.
This
grief
is
crowned
with
consolation
;
your
old
smock
brings
forth
a
new
petticoat
,
and
indeed
the
tears
live
in
an
onion
that
should
water
this
sorrow
.
The
business
she
hath
broachèd
in
the
state
Cannot
endure
my
absence
.
And
the
business
you
have
broached
here
cannot
be
without
you
,
especially
that
of
Cleopatra’s
,
which
wholly
depends
on
your
abode
.
No
more
light
answers
.
Let
our
officers
Have
notice
what
we
purpose
.
I
shall
break
The
cause
of
our
expedience
to
the
Queen
And
get
her
leave
to
part
.
For
not
alone
The
death
of
Fulvia
,
with
more
urgent
touches
,
Do
strongly
speak
to
us
,
but
the
letters
too
Of
many
our
contriving
friends
in
Rome
Petition
us
at
home
.
Sextus
Pompeius
Hath
given
the
dare
to
Caesar
and
commands
The
empire
of
the
sea
.
Our
slippery
people
,
Whose
love
is
never
linked
to
the
deserver
Till
his
deserts
are
past
,
begin
to
throw
Pompey
the
Great
and
all
his
dignities
Upon
his
son
,
who
—
high
in
name
and
power
,
Higher
than
both
in
blood
and
life
—
stands
up
For
the
main
soldier
;
whose
quality
,
going
on
,
The
sides
o’
th’
world
may
danger
.
Much
is
breeding
Which
,
like
the
courser’s
hair
,
hath
yet
but
life
And
not
a
serpent’s
poison
.
Say
our
pleasure
,
ACT 1. SC. 3
To
such
whose
place
is
under
us
,
requires
Our
quick
remove
from
hence
.
I
shall
do
’t
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
Alexas
,
and
Iras
.
Where
is
he
?
I
did
not
see
him
since
.
,
to
Alexas
See
where
he
is
,
who’s
with
him
,
what
he
does
.
I
did
not
send
you
.
If
you
find
him
sad
,
Say
I
am
dancing
;
if
in
mirth
,
report
That
I
am
sudden
sick
.
Quick
,
and
return
.
Alexas
exits
.
Madam
,
methinks
,
if
you
did
love
him
dearly
,
You
do
not
hold
the
method
to
enforce
The
like
from
him
.
What
should
I
do
I
do
not
?
In
each
thing
give
him
way
;
cross
him
in
nothing
.
Thou
teachest
like
a
fool
:
the
way
to
lose
him
.
Tempt
him
not
so
too
far
.
I
wish
,
forbear
.
In
time
we
hate
that
which
we
often
fear
.
Enter
Antony
.
But
here
comes
Antony
.
I
am
sick
and
sullen
.
I
am
sorry
to
give
breathing
to
my
purpose
—
ACT 1. SC. 3
Help
me
away
,
dear
Charmian
!
I
shall
fall
.
It
cannot
be
thus
long
;
the
sides
of
nature
Will
not
sustain
it
.
Now
,
my
dearest
queen
—
Pray
you
stand
farther
from
me
.
What’s
the
matter
?
I
know
by
that
same
eye
there’s
some
good
news
.
What
,
says
the
married
woman
you
may
go
?
Would
she
had
never
given
you
leave
to
come
.
Let
her
not
say
’tis
I
that
keep
you
here
.
I
have
no
power
upon
you
.
Hers
you
are
.
The
gods
best
know
—
O
,
never
was
there
queen
So
mightily
betrayed
!
Yet
at
the
first
I
saw
the
treasons
planted
.
Cleopatra
—
Why
should
I
think
you
can
be
mine
,
and
true
—
Though
you
in
swearing
shake
the
thronèd
gods
—
Who
have
been
false
to
Fulvia
?
Riotous
madness
,
To
be
entangled
with
those
mouth-made
vows
Which
break
themselves
in
swearing
!
Most
sweet
queen
—
Nay
,
pray
you
seek
no
color
for
your
going
,
But
bid
farewell
and
go
.
When
you
sued
staying
,
Then
was
the
time
for
words
.
No
going
then
!
Eternity
was
in
our
lips
and
eyes
,
Bliss
in
our
brows’
bent
;
none
our
parts
so
poor
But
was
a
race
of
heaven
.
They
are
so
still
,
ACT 1. SC. 3
Or
thou
,
the
greatest
soldier
of
the
world
,
Art
turned
the
greatest
liar
.
How
now
,
lady
?
I
would
I
had
thy
inches
.
Thou
shouldst
know
There
were
a
heart
in
Egypt
.
Hear
me
,
queen
:
The
strong
necessity
of
time
commands
Our
services
awhile
,
but
my
full
heart
Remains
in
use
with
you
.
Our
Italy
Shines
o’er
with
civil
swords
;
Sextus
Pompeius
Makes
his
approaches
to
the
port
of
Rome
;
Equality
of
two
domestic
powers
Breed
scrupulous
faction
;
the
hated
grown
to
strength
Are
newly
grown
to
love
;
the
condemned
Pompey
,
Rich
in
his
father’s
honor
,
creeps
apace
Into
the
hearts
of
such
as
have
not
thrived
Upon
the
present
state
,
whose
numbers
threaten
;
And
quietness
,
grown
sick
of
rest
,
would
purge
By
any
desperate
change
.
My
more
particular
,
And
that
which
most
with
you
should
safe
my
going
,
Is
Fulvia’s
death
.
Though
age
from
folly
could
not
give
me
freedom
,
It
does
from
childishness
.
Can
Fulvia
die
?
She’s
dead
,
my
queen
.
He
shows
her
papers
.
Look
here
,
and
at
thy
sovereign
leisure
read
The
garboils
she
awaked
;
at
the
last
,
best
,
See
when
and
where
she
died
.
O
,
most
false
love
!
Where
be
the
sacred
vials
thou
shouldst
fill
With
sorrowful
water
?
Now
I
see
,
I
see
,
In
Fulvia’s
death
,
how
mine
received
shall
be
.
Quarrel
no
more
,
but
be
prepared
to
know
ACT 1. SC. 3
The
purposes
I
bear
,
which
are
or
cease
As
you
shall
give
th’
advice
.
By
the
fire
That
quickens
Nilus’
slime
,
I
go
from
hence
Thy
soldier
,
servant
,
making
peace
or
war
As
thou
affects
.
Cut
my
lace
,
Charmian
,
come
!
But
let
it
be
;
I
am
quickly
ill
and
well
;
So
Antony
loves
.
My
precious
queen
,
forbear
,
And
give
true
evidence
to
his
love
,
which
stands
An
honorable
trial
.
So
Fulvia
told
me
.
I
prithee
turn
aside
and
weep
for
her
,
Then
bid
adieu
to
me
,
and
say
the
tears
Belong
to
Egypt
.
Good
now
,
play
one
scene
Of
excellent
dissembling
,
and
let
it
look
Like
perfect
honor
.
You’ll
heat
my
blood
.
No
more
!
You
can
do
better
yet
,
but
this
is
meetly
.
Now
by
my
sword
—
And
target
.
Still
he
mends
.
But
this
is
not
the
best
.
Look
,
prithee
,
Charmian
,
How
this
Herculean
Roman
does
become
The
carriage
of
his
chafe
.
I’ll
leave
you
,
lady
.
Courteous
lord
,
one
word
.
Sir
,
you
and
I
must
part
,
but
that’s
not
it
;
Sir
,
you
and
I
have
loved
,
but
there’s
not
it
;
That
you
know
well
.
Something
it
is
I
would
—
O
,
my
oblivion
is
a
very
Antony
,
And
I
am
all
forgotten
.
But
that
your
Royalty
Holds
idleness
your
subject
,
I
should
take
you
For
idleness
itself
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
’Tis
sweating
labor
To
bear
such
idleness
so
near
the
heart
As
Cleopatra
this
.
But
,
sir
,
forgive
me
,
Since
my
becomings
kill
me
when
they
do
not
Eye
well
to
you
.
Your
honor
calls
you
hence
;
Therefore
be
deaf
to
my
unpitied
folly
,
And
all
the
gods
go
with
you
.
Upon
your
sword
Sit
laurel
victory
,
and
smooth
success
Be
strewed
before
your
feet
.
Let
us
go
.
Come
.
Our
separation
so
abides
and
flies
That
thou
,
residing
here
,
goes
yet
with
me
,
And
I
,
hence
fleeting
,
here
remain
with
thee
.
Away
!
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Octavius
Caesar
,
reading
a
letter
,
Lepidus
,
and
their
Train
.
You
may
see
,
Lepidus
,
and
henceforth
know
,
It
is
not
Caesar’s
natural
vice
to
hate
Our
great
competitor
.
From
Alexandria
This
is
the
news
:
he
fishes
,
drinks
,
and
wastes
The
lamps
of
night
in
revel
,
is
not
more
manlike
Than
Cleopatra
,
nor
the
queen
of
Ptolemy
More
womanly
than
he
;
hardly
gave
audience
,
or
Vouchsafed
to
think
he
had
partners
.
You
shall
find
there
A
man
who
is
th’
abstract
of
all
faults
That
all
men
follow
.
I
must
not
think
there
are
Evils
enough
to
darken
all
his
goodness
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
His
faults
in
him
seem
as
the
spots
of
heaven
,
More
fiery
by
night’s
blackness
,
hereditary
Rather
than
purchased
,
what
he
cannot
change
Than
what
he
chooses
.
You
are
too
indulgent
.
Let’s
grant
it
is
not
Amiss
to
tumble
on
the
bed
of
Ptolemy
,
To
give
a
kingdom
for
a
mirth
,
to
sit
And
keep
the
turn
of
tippling
with
a
slave
,
To
reel
the
streets
at
noon
and
stand
the
buffet
With
knaves
that
smells
of
sweat
.
Say
this
becomes
him
—
As
his
composure
must
be
rare
indeed
Whom
these
things
cannot
blemish
—
yet
must
Antony
No
way
excuse
his
foils
when
we
do
bear
So
great
weight
in
his
lightness
.
If
he
filled
His
vacancy
with
his
voluptuousness
,
Full
surfeits
and
the
dryness
of
his
bones
Call
on
him
for
’t
.
But
to
confound
such
time
That
drums
him
from
his
sport
and
speaks
as
loud
As
his
own
state
and
ours
,
’tis
to
be
chid
As
we
rate
boys
who
,
being
mature
in
knowledge
,
Pawn
their
experience
to
their
present
pleasure
And
so
rebel
to
judgment
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Here’s
more
news
.
Thy
biddings
have
been
done
,
and
every
hour
,
Most
noble
Caesar
,
shalt
thou
have
report
How
’tis
abroad
.
Pompey
is
strong
at
sea
,
And
it
appears
he
is
beloved
of
those
That
only
have
feared
Caesar
.
To
the
ports
The
discontents
repair
,
and
men’s
reports
Give
him
much
wronged
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
I
should
have
known
no
less
.
It
hath
been
taught
us
from
the
primal
state
That
he
which
is
was
wished
until
he
were
,
And
the
ebbed
man
,
ne’er
loved
till
ne’er
worth
love
,
Comes
feared
by
being
lacked
.
This
common
body
,
Like
to
a
vagabond
flag
upon
the
stream
,
Goes
to
and
back
,
lackeying
the
varying
tide
To
rot
itself
with
motion
.
Enter
a
Second
Messenger
.
Caesar
,
I
bring
thee
word
Menecrates
and
Menas
,
famous
pirates
,
Makes
the
sea
serve
them
,
which
they
ear
and
wound
With
keels
of
every
kind
.
Many
hot
inroads
They
make
in
Italy
—
the
borders
maritime
Lack
blood
to
think
on
’t
—
and
flush
youth
revolt
.
No
vessel
can
peep
forth
but
’tis
as
soon
Taken
as
seen
,
for
Pompey’s
name
strikes
more
Than
could
his
war
resisted
.
Antony
,
Leave
thy
lascivious
wassails
.
When
thou
once
Was
beaten
from
Modena
,
where
thou
slew’st
Hirsius
and
Pansa
,
consuls
,
at
thy
heel
Did
famine
follow
,
whom
thou
fought’st
against
,
Though
daintily
brought
up
,
with
patience
more
Than
savages
could
suffer
.
Thou
didst
drink
The
stale
of
horses
and
the
gilded
puddle
Which
beasts
would
cough
at
.
Thy
palate
then
did
deign
The
roughest
berry
on
the
rudest
hedge
.
Yea
,
like
the
stag
when
snow
the
pasture
sheets
,
The
barks
of
trees
thou
browsèd
.
On
the
Alps
It
is
reported
thou
didst
eat
strange
flesh
Which
some
did
die
to
look
on
.
And
all
this
—
ACT 1. SC. 5
It
wounds
thine
honor
that
I
speak
it
now
—
Was
borne
so
like
a
soldier
that
thy
cheek
So
much
as
lanked
not
.
’Tis
pity
of
him
.
Let
his
shames
quickly
Drive
him
to
Rome
.
’Tis
time
we
twain
Did
show
ourselves
i’
th’
field
,
and
to
that
end
Assemble
we
immediate
council
.
Pompey
Thrives
in
our
idleness
.
Tomorrow
,
Caesar
,
I
shall
be
furnished
to
inform
you
rightly
Both
what
by
sea
and
land
I
can
be
able
To
front
this
present
time
.
Till
which
encounter
,
It
is
my
business
too
.
Farewell
.
Farewell
,
my
lord
.
What
you
shall
know
meantime
Of
stirs
abroad
,
I
shall
beseech
you
,
sir
,
To
let
me
be
partaker
.
Doubt
not
,
sir
.
I
knew
it
for
my
bond
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
and
Mardian
.
Charmian
!
Madam
?
Ha
,
ha
!
Give
me
to
drink
mandragora
.
Why
,
madam
?
That
I
might
sleep
out
this
great
gap
of
time
My
Antony
is
away
.
You
think
of
him
too
much
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
O
,
’tis
treason
!
Madam
,
I
trust
not
so
.
Thou
,
eunuch
Mardian
!
What’s
your
Highness’
pleasure
?
Not
now
to
hear
thee
sing
.
I
take
no
pleasure
In
aught
an
eunuch
has
.
’Tis
well
for
thee
That
,
being
unseminared
,
thy
freer
thoughts
May
not
fly
forth
of
Egypt
.
Hast
thou
affections
?
Yes
,
gracious
madam
.
Indeed
?
Not
in
deed
,
madam
,
for
I
can
do
nothing
But
what
indeed
is
honest
to
be
done
.
Yet
have
I
fierce
affections
,
and
think
What
Venus
did
with
Mars
.
O
,
Charmian
,
Where
think’st
thou
he
is
now
?
Stands
he
,
or
sits
he
?
Or
does
he
walk
?
Or
is
he
on
his
horse
?
O
happy
horse
,
to
bear
the
weight
of
Antony
!
Do
bravely
,
horse
,
for
wot’st
thou
whom
thou
mov’st
?
The
demi-Atlas
of
this
Earth
earth
,
the
arm
And
burgonet
of
men
.
He’s
speaking
now
,
Or
murmuring
Where’s
my
serpent
of
old
Nile
?
For
so
he
calls
me
.
Now
I
feed
myself
With
most
delicious
poison
.
Think
on
me
That
am
with
Phoebus’
amorous
pinches
black
,
And
wrinkled
deep
in
time
?
Broad-fronted
Caesar
,
When
thou
wast
here
above
the
ground
,
I
was
A
morsel
for
a
monarch
.
And
great
Pompey
Would
stand
and
make
his
eyes
grow
in
my
brow
;
There
would
he
anchor
his
aspect
,
and
die
With
looking
on
his
life
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
Enter
Alexas
from
Antony
.
Sovereign
of
Egypt
,
hail
!
How
much
unlike
art
thou
Mark
Antony
!
Yet
coming
from
him
,
that
great
med’cine
hath
With
his
tinct
gilded
thee
.
How
goes
it
with
my
brave
Mark
Antony
?
Last
thing
he
did
,
dear
queen
,
He
kissed
—
the
last
of
many
doubled
kisses
—
This
orient
pearl
.
His
speech
sticks
in
my
heart
.
Mine
ear
must
pluck
it
thence
.
Good
friend
,
quoth
he
,
Say
the
firm
Roman
to
great
Egypt
sends
This
treasure
of
an
oyster
;
at
whose
foot
,
To
mend
the
petty
present
,
I
will
piece
Her
opulent
throne
with
kingdoms
.
All
the
East
,
Say
thou
,
shall
call
her
mistress
.
So
he
nodded
And
soberly
did
mount
an
arm-gaunt
steed
,
Who
neighed
so
high
that
what
I
would
have
spoke
Was
beastly
dumbed
by
him
.
What
,
was
he
sad
,
or
merry
?
Like
to
the
time
o’
th’
year
between
th’
extremes
Of
hot
and
cold
,
he
was
nor
sad
nor
merry
.
O
,
well-divided
disposition
!
—
Note
him
,
Note
him
,
good
Charmian
,
’tis
the
man
!
But
note
him
:
He
was
not
sad
,
for
he
would
shine
on
those
That
make
their
looks
by
his
;
he
was
not
merry
,
Which
seemed
to
tell
them
his
remembrance
lay
In
Egypt
with
his
joy
;
but
between
both
.
ACT 1. SC. 5
O
,
heavenly
mingle
!
—
Be’st
thou
sad
or
merry
,
The
violence
of
either
thee
becomes
,
So
does
it
no
man’s
else
.
—
Met’st
thou
my
posts
?
Ay
,
madam
,
twenty
several
messengers
.
Why
do
you
send
so
thick
?
Who’s
born
that
day
When
I
forget
to
send
to
Antony
Shall
die
a
beggar
.
—
Ink
and
paper
,
Charmian
.
—
Welcome
,
my
good
Alexas
.
—
Did
I
,
Charmian
,
Ever
love
Caesar
so
?
O
,
that
brave
Caesar
!
Be
choked
with
such
another
emphasis
!
Say
the
brave
Antony
.
The
valiant
Caesar
!
By
Isis
,
I
will
give
thee
bloody
teeth
If
thou
with
Caesar
paragon
again
My
man
of
men
.
By
your
most
gracious
pardon
,
I
sing
but
after
you
.
My
salad
days
,
When
I
was
green
in
judgment
,
cold
in
blood
,
To
say
as
I
said
then
.
But
come
,
away
,
Get
me
ink
and
paper
.
He
shall
have
every
day
a
several
greeting
,
Or
I’ll
unpeople
Egypt
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Pompey
,
Menecrates
,
and
Menas
,
in
warlike
manner
.
If
the
great
gods
be
just
,
they
shall
assist
The
deeds
of
justest
men
.
Know
,
worthy
Pompey
,
That
what
they
do
delay
they
not
deny
.
Whiles
we
are
suitors
to
their
throne
,
decays
The
thing
we
sue
for
.
We
,
ignorant
of
ourselves
,
Beg
often
our
own
harms
,
which
the
wise
powers
Deny
us
for
our
good
;
so
find
we
profit
By
losing
of
our
prayers
.
I
shall
do
well
.
The
people
love
me
,
and
the
sea
is
mine
;
My
powers
are
crescent
,
and
my
auguring
hope
Says
it
will
come
to
th’
full
.
Mark
Antony
In
Egypt
sits
at
dinner
,
and
will
make
No
wars
without
doors
.
Caesar
gets
money
where
He
loses
hearts
.
Lepidus
flatters
both
,
Of
both
is
flattered
;
but
he
neither
loves
,
Nor
either
cares
for
him
.
Caesar
and
Lepidus
Are
in
the
field
.
A
mighty
strength
they
carry
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Where
have
you
this
?
’Tis
false
.
From
Silvius
,
sir
.
He
dreams
.
I
know
they
are
in
Rome
together
,
Looking
for
Antony
.
But
all
the
charms
of
love
,
Salt
Cleopatra
,
soften
thy
wanned
lip
!
Let
witchcraft
join
with
beauty
,
lust
with
both
;
Tie
up
the
libertine
in
a
field
of
feasts
;
Keep
his
brain
fuming
.
Epicurean
cooks
Sharpen
with
cloyless
sauce
his
appetite
,
That
sleep
and
feeding
may
prorogue
his
honor
Even
till
a
Lethe’d
dullness
—
Enter
Varrius
.
How
now
,
Varrius
?
This
is
most
certain
that
I
shall
deliver
:
Mark
Antony
is
every
hour
in
Rome
Expected
.
Since
he
went
from
Egypt
’tis
A
space
for
farther
travel
.
I
could
have
given
less
matter
A
better
ear
.
—
Menas
,
I
did
not
think
This
amorous
surfeiter
would
have
donned
his
helm
For
such
a
petty
war
.
His
soldiership
Is
twice
the
other
twain
.
But
let
us
rear
The
higher
our
opinion
,
that
our
stirring
Can
from
the
lap
of
Egypt’s
widow
pluck
The
ne’er
lust-wearied
Antony
.
I
cannot
hope
Caesar
and
Antony
shall
well
greet
together
.
His
wife
that’s
dead
did
trespasses
to
Caesar
;
His
brother
warred
upon
him
,
although
I
think
Not
moved
by
Antony
.
I
know
not
,
Menas
,
ACT 2. SC. 2
How
lesser
enmities
may
give
way
to
greater
.
Were
’t
not
that
we
stand
up
against
them
all
,
’Twere
pregnant
they
should
square
between
themselves
,
For
they
have
entertainèd
cause
enough
To
draw
their
swords
.
But
how
the
fear
of
us
May
cement
their
divisions
and
bind
up
The
petty
difference
,
we
yet
not
know
.
Be
’t
as
our
gods
will
have
’t
.
It
only
stands
Our
lives
upon
to
use
our
strongest
hands
.
Come
,
Menas
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Enobarbus
and
Lepidus
.
Good
Enobarbus
,
’tis
a
worthy
deed
,
And
shall
become
you
well
,
to
entreat
your
captain
To
soft
and
gentle
speech
.
I
shall
entreat
him
To
answer
like
himself
.
If
Caesar
move
him
,
Let
Antony
look
over
Caesar’s
head
And
speak
as
loud
as
Mars
.
By
Jupiter
,
Were
I
the
wearer
of
Antonio’s
beard
,
I
would
not
shave
’t
today
.
’Tis
not
a
time
for
private
stomaching
.
Every
time
serves
for
the
matter
that
is
then
born
in
’t
.
But
small
to
greater
matters
must
give
way
.
Not
if
the
small
come
first
.
Your
speech
is
passion
;
but
pray
you
stir
No
embers
up
.
Here
comes
the
noble
Antony
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Enter
,
at
one
door
,
Antony
and
Ventidius
.
And
yonder
Caesar
.
Enter
,
at
another
door
,
Caesar
,
Maecenas
,
and
Agrippa
.
,
to
Ventidius
If
we
compose
well
here
,
to
Parthia
.
Hark
,
Ventidius
.
They
talk
aside
.
,
to
Maecenas
I
do
not
know
,
Maecenas
.
Ask
Agrippa
.
,
to
Caesar
and
Antony
Noble
friends
,
That
which
combined
us
was
most
great
,
and
let
not
A
leaner
action
rend
us
.
What’s
amiss
,
May
it
be
gently
heard
.
When
we
debate
Our
trivial
difference
loud
,
we
do
commit
Murder
in
healing
wounds
.
Then
,
noble
partners
,
The
rather
for
I
earnestly
beseech
,
Touch
you
the
sourest
points
with
sweetest
terms
,
Nor
curstness
grow
to
th’
matter
.
’Tis
spoken
well
.
Were
we
before
our
armies
,
and
to
fight
,
I
should
do
thus
.
Flourish
.
Welcome
to
Rome
.
Thank
you
.
Sit
.
Sit
,
sir
.
Nay
,
then
.
They
sit
.
I
learn
you
take
things
ill
which
are
not
so
,
Or
,
being
,
concern
you
not
.
I
must
be
laughed
at
If
or
for
nothing
or
a
little
,
I
Should
say
myself
offended
,
and
with
you
Chiefly
i’
th’
world
;
more
laughed
at
,
that
I
should
ACT 2. SC. 2
Once
name
you
derogately
when
to
sound
your
name
It
not
concerned
me
.
My
being
in
Egypt
,
Caesar
,
what
was
’t
to
you
?
No
more
than
my
residing
here
at
Rome
Might
be
to
you
in
Egypt
.
Yet
if
you
there
Did
practice
on
my
state
,
your
being
in
Egypt
Might
be
my
question
.
How
intend
you
,
practiced
?
You
may
be
pleased
to
catch
at
mine
intent
By
what
did
here
befall
me
.
Your
wife
and
brother
Made
wars
upon
me
,
and
their
contestation
Was
theme
for
you
;
you
were
the
word
of
war
.
You
do
mistake
your
business
.
My
brother
never
Did
urge
me
in
his
act
.
I
did
inquire
it
,
And
have
my
learning
from
some
true
reports
That
drew
their
swords
with
you
.
Did
he
not
rather
Discredit
my
authority
with
yours
,
And
make
the
wars
alike
against
my
stomach
,
Having
alike
your
cause
?
Of
this
my
letters
Before
did
satisfy
you
.
If
you’ll
patch
a
quarrel
,
As
matter
whole
you
have
to
make
it
with
,
It
must
not
be
with
this
.
You
praise
yourself
By
laying
defects
of
judgment
to
me
;
but
You
patched
up
your
excuses
.
Not
so
,
not
so
.
I
know
you
could
not
lack
—
I
am
certain
on
’t
—
Very
necessity
of
this
thought
,
that
I
,
Your
partner
in
the
cause
’gainst
which
he
fought
,
Could
not
with
graceful
eyes
attend
those
wars
ACT 2. SC. 2
Which
fronted
mine
own
peace
.
As
for
my
wife
,
I
would
you
had
her
spirit
in
such
another
.
The
third
o’
th’
world
is
yours
,
which
with
a
snaffle
You
may
pace
easy
,
but
not
such
a
wife
.
Would
we
had
all
such
wives
,
that
the
men
might
go
to
wars
with
the
women
!
So
much
uncurbable
,
her
garboils
,
Caesar
,
Made
out
of
her
impatience
—
which
not
wanted
Shrewdness
of
policy
too
—
I
grieving
grant
Did
you
too
much
disquiet
.
For
that
you
must
But
say
I
could
not
help
it
.
I
wrote
to
you
When
rioting
in
Alexandria
;
you
Did
pocket
up
my
letters
,
and
with
taunts
Did
gibe
my
missive
out
of
audience
.
Sir
,
He
fell
upon
me
ere
admitted
,
then
;
Three
kings
I
had
newly
feasted
,
and
did
want
Of
what
I
was
i’
th’
morning
.
But
next
day
I
told
him
of
myself
,
which
was
as
much
As
to
have
asked
him
pardon
.
Let
this
fellow
Be
nothing
of
our
strife
;
if
we
contend
,
Out
of
our
question
wipe
him
.
You
have
broken
The
article
of
your
oath
,
which
you
shall
never
Have
tongue
to
charge
me
with
.
Soft
,
Caesar
!
No
,
Lepidus
,
let
him
speak
.
The
honor
is
sacred
which
he
talks
on
now
,
Supposing
that
I
lacked
it
.
—
But
on
,
Caesar
:
The
article
of
my
oath
?
To
lend
me
arms
and
aid
when
I
required
them
,
The
which
you
both
denied
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Neglected
,
rather
;
And
then
when
poisoned
hours
had
bound
me
up
From
mine
own
knowledge
.
As
nearly
as
I
may
I’ll
play
the
penitent
to
you
.
But
mine
honesty
Shall
not
make
poor
my
greatness
,
nor
my
power
Work
without
it
.
Truth
is
that
Fulvia
,
To
have
me
out
of
Egypt
,
made
wars
here
,
For
which
myself
,
the
ignorant
motive
,
do
So
far
ask
pardon
as
befits
mine
honor
To
stoop
in
such
a
case
.
’Tis
noble
spoken
.
If
it
might
please
you
to
enforce
no
further
The
griefs
between
you
,
to
forget
them
quite
Were
to
remember
that
the
present
need
Speaks
to
atone
you
.
Worthily
spoken
,
Maecenas
.
Or
,
if
you
borrow
one
another’s
love
for
the
instant
,
you
may
,
when
you
hear
no
more
words
of
Pompey
,
return
it
again
.
You
shall
have
time
to
wrangle
in
when
you
have
nothing
else
to
do
.
Thou
art
a
soldier
only
.
Speak
no
more
.
That
truth
should
be
silent
I
had
almost
forgot
.
You
wrong
this
presence
;
therefore
speak
no
more
.
Go
to
,
then
.
Your
considerate
stone
.
I
do
not
much
dislike
the
matter
,
but
The
manner
of
his
speech
;
for
’t
cannot
be
We
shall
remain
in
friendship
,
our
conditions
So
diff’ring
in
their
acts
.
Yet
if
I
knew
What
hoop
should
hold
us
staunch
,
from
edge
to
edge
O’
th’
world
I
would
pursue
it
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Give
me
leave
,
Caesar
.
Speak
,
Agrippa
.
Thou
hast
a
sister
by
the
mother’s
side
,
Admired
Octavia
.
Great
Mark
Antony
Is
now
a
widower
.
Say
not
so
,
Agrippa
.
If
Cleopatra
heard
you
,
your
reproof
Were
well
deserved
of
rashness
.
I
am
not
married
,
Caesar
.
Let
me
hear
Agrippa
further
speak
.
To
hold
you
in
perpetual
amity
,
To
make
you
brothers
,
and
to
knit
your
hearts
With
an
unslipping
knot
,
take
Antony
Octavia
to
his
wife
,
whose
beauty
claims
No
worse
a
husband
than
the
best
of
men
;
Whose
virtue
and
whose
general
graces
speak
That
which
none
else
can
utter
.
By
this
marriage
All
little
jealousies
,
which
now
seem
great
,
And
all
great
fears
,
which
now
import
their
dangers
,
Would
then
be
nothing
.
Truths
would
be
tales
,
Where
now
half-tales
be
truths
.
Her
love
to
both
Would
each
to
other
and
all
loves
to
both
Draw
after
her
.
Pardon
what
I
have
spoke
,
For
’tis
a
studied
,
not
a
present
thought
,
By
duty
ruminated
.
Will
Caesar
speak
?
Not
till
he
hears
how
Antony
is
touched
With
what
is
spoke
already
.
What
power
is
in
Agrippa
,
If
I
would
say
Agrippa
,
be
it
so
,
To
make
this
good
?
ACT 2. SC. 2
The
power
of
Caesar
,
and
His
power
unto
Octavia
.
May
I
never
To
this
good
purpose
,
that
so
fairly
shows
,
Dream
of
impediment
.
Let
me
have
thy
hand
.
Further
this
act
of
grace
;
and
from
this
hour
The
heart
of
brothers
govern
in
our
loves
And
sway
our
great
designs
.
There’s
my
hand
.
They
clasp
hands
.
A
sister
I
bequeath
you
whom
no
brother
Did
ever
love
so
dearly
.
Let
her
live
To
join
our
kingdoms
and
our
hearts
;
and
never
Fly
off
our
loves
again
.
Happily
,
amen
!
I
did
not
think
to
draw
my
sword
’gainst
Pompey
,
For
he
hath
laid
strange
courtesies
and
great
Of
late
upon
me
.
I
must
thank
him
only
,
Lest
my
remembrance
suffer
ill
report
;
At
heel
of
that
,
defy
him
.
Time
calls
upon
’s
.
Of
us
must
Pompey
presently
be
sought
,
Or
else
he
seeks
out
us
.
Where
lies
he
?
About
the
Mount
Misena
.
What
is
his
strength
by
land
?
Great
and
increasing
;
But
by
sea
he
is
an
absolute
master
.
So
is
the
fame
.
Would
we
had
spoke
together
.
Haste
we
for
it
.
Yet
,
ere
we
put
ourselves
in
arms
,
dispatch
we
The
business
we
have
talked
of
.
With
most
gladness
,
ACT 2. SC. 2
And
do
invite
you
to
my
sister’s
view
,
Whither
straight
I’ll
lead
you
.
Let
us
,
Lepidus
,
not
lack
your
company
.
Noble
Antony
,
not
sickness
should
detain
me
.
Flourish
.
All
but
Enobarbus
,
Agrippa
,
and
Maecenas
exit
.
,
to
Enobarbus
Welcome
from
Egypt
,
sir
.
Half
the
heart
of
Caesar
,
worthy
Maecenas
!
—
My
honorable
friend
Agrippa
!
Good
Enobarbus
!
We
have
cause
to
be
glad
that
matters
are
so
well
digested
.
You
stayed
well
by
’t
in
Egypt
.
Ay
,
sir
,
we
did
sleep
day
out
of
countenance
and
made
the
night
light
with
drinking
.
Eight
wild
boars
roasted
whole
at
a
breakfast
,
and
but
twelve
persons
there
.
Is
this
true
?
This
was
but
as
a
fly
by
an
eagle
.
We
had
much
more
monstrous
matter
of
feast
,
which
worthily
deserved
noting
.
She’s
a
most
triumphant
lady
,
if
report
be
square
to
her
.
When
she
first
met
Mark
Antony
,
she
pursed
up
his
heart
upon
the
river
of
Cydnus
.
There
she
appeared
indeed
,
or
my
reporter
devised
well
for
her
.
I
will
tell
you
.
The
barge
she
sat
in
like
a
burnished
throne
Burned
on
the
water
.
The
poop
was
beaten
gold
,
Purple
the
sails
,
and
so
perfumed
that
The
winds
were
lovesick
with
them
.
The
oars
were
silver
,
Which
to
the
tune
of
flutes
kept
stroke
,
and
made
The
water
which
they
beat
to
follow
faster
,
ACT 2. SC. 2
As
amorous
of
their
strokes
.
For
her
own
person
,
It
beggared
all
description
:
she
did
lie
In
her
pavilion
—
cloth-of-gold
,
of
tissue
—
O’erpicturing
that
Venus
where
we
see
The
fancy
outwork
nature
.
On
each
side
her
Stood
pretty
dimpled
boys
,
like
smiling
Cupids
,
With
divers-colored
fans
,
whose
wind
did
seem
To
glow
the
delicate
cheeks
which
they
did
cool
,
And
what
they
undid
did
.
O
,
rare
for
Antony
!
Her
gentlewomen
,
like
the
Nereides
,
So
many
mermaids
,
tended
her
i’
th’
eyes
,
And
made
their
bends
adornings
.
At
the
helm
A
seeming
mermaid
steers
.
The
silken
tackle
Swell
with
the
touches
of
those
flower-soft
hands
That
yarely
frame
the
office
.
From
the
barge
A
strange
invisible
perfume
hits
the
sense
Of
the
adjacent
wharfs
.
The
city
cast
Her
people
out
upon
her
;
and
Antony
,
Enthroned
i’
th’
market-place
,
did
sit
alone
,
Whistling
to
th’
air
,
which
but
for
vacancy
Had
gone
to
gaze
on
Cleopatra
too
And
made
a
gap
in
nature
.
Rare
Egyptian
!
Upon
her
landing
,
Antony
sent
to
her
,
Invited
her
to
supper
.
She
replied
It
should
be
better
he
became
her
guest
,
Which
she
entreated
.
Our
courteous
Antony
,
Whom
ne’er
the
word
of
No
woman
heard
speak
,
Being
barbered
ten
times
o’er
,
goes
to
the
feast
,
And
for
his
ordinary
pays
his
heart
For
what
his
eyes
eat
only
.
Royal
wench
!
ACT 2. SC. 3
She
made
great
Caesar
lay
his
sword
to
bed
;
He
ploughed
her
,
and
she
cropped
.
I
saw
her
once
Hop
forty
paces
through
the
public
street
,
And
having
lost
her
breath
,
she
spoke
and
panted
,
That
she
did
make
defect
perfection
,
And
breathless
pour
breath
forth
.
Now
Antony
must
leave
her
utterly
.
Never
.
He
will
not
.
Age
cannot
wither
her
,
nor
custom
stale
Her
infinite
variety
.
Other
women
cloy
The
appetites
they
feed
,
but
she
makes
hungry
Where
most
she
satisfies
.
For
vilest
things
Become
themselves
in
her
,
that
the
holy
priests
Bless
her
when
she
is
riggish
.
If
beauty
,
wisdom
,
modesty
can
settle
The
heart
of
Antony
,
Octavia
is
A
blessèd
lottery
to
him
.
Let
us
go
.
Good
Enobarbus
,
make
yourself
my
guest
Whilst
you
abide
here
.
Humbly
,
sir
,
I
thank
you
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Antony
,
Caesar
;
Octavia
between
them
.
The
world
and
my
great
office
will
sometimes
Divide
me
from
your
bosom
.
All
which
time
Before
the
gods
my
knee
shall
bow
my
prayers
To
them
for
you
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
,
to
Caesar
Goodnight
,
sir
.
—
My
Octavia
,
Read
not
my
blemishes
in
the
world’s
report
.
I
have
not
kept
my
square
,
but
that
to
come
Shall
all
be
done
by
th’
rule
.
Good
night
,
dear
lady
.
—
Good
night
,
sir
.
Goodnight
.
Caesar
and
Octavia
exit
.
Enter
Soothsayer
.
Now
,
sirrah
,
you
do
wish
yourself
in
Egypt
?
Would
I
had
never
come
from
thence
,
nor
you
thither
.
If
you
can
,
your
reason
?
I
see
it
in
my
motion
,
have
it
not
in
my
tongue
.
But
yet
hie
you
to
Egypt
again
.
Say
to
me
,
whose
fortunes
shall
rise
higher
,
Caesar’s
or
mine
?
Caesar’s
.
Therefore
,
O
Antony
,
stay
not
by
his
side
.
Thy
dæmon
—
that
thy
spirit
which
keeps
thee
—
is
Noble
,
courageous
,
high
,
unmatchable
,
Where
Caesar’s
is
not
.
But
near
him
,
thy
angel
Becomes
afeard
,
as
being
o’erpowered
.
Therefore
Make
space
enough
between
you
.
Speak
this
no
more
.
To
none
but
thee
;
no
more
but
when
to
thee
.
If
thou
dost
play
with
him
at
any
game
,
Thou
art
sure
to
lose
;
and
of
that
natural
luck
He
beats
thee
’gainst
the
odds
.
Thy
luster
thickens
When
he
shines
by
.
I
say
again
,
thy
spirit
Is
all
afraid
to
govern
thee
near
him
;
But
he
away
,
’tis
noble
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Get
thee
gone
.
Say
to
Ventidius
I
would
speak
with
him
.
Soothsayer
exits
.
He
shall
to
Parthia
.
Be
it
art
or
hap
,
He
hath
spoken
true
.
The
very
dice
obey
him
,
And
in
our
sports
my
better
cunning
faints
Under
his
chance
.
If
we
draw
lots
,
he
speeds
;
His
cocks
do
win
the
battle
still
of
mine
When
it
is
all
to
naught
,
and
his
quails
ever
Beat
mine
,
inhooped
,
at
odds
.
I
will
to
Egypt
.
And
though
I
make
this
marriage
for
my
peace
,
I’
th’
East
my
pleasure
lies
.
Enter
Ventidius
.
O
,
come
,
Ventidius
.
You
must
to
Parthia
;
your
commission’s
ready
.
Follow
me
and
receive
’t
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Lepidus
,
Maecenas
,
and
Agrippa
.
Trouble
yourselves
no
further
.
Pray
you
hasten
Your
generals
after
.
Sir
,
Mark
Antony
Will
e’en
but
kiss
Octavia
,
and
we’ll
follow
.
Till
I
shall
see
you
in
your
soldiers’
dress
,
Which
will
become
you
both
,
farewell
.
We
shall
,
As
I
conceive
the
journey
,
be
at
the
Mount
Before
you
,
Lepidus
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Your
way
is
shorter
;
My
purposes
do
draw
me
much
about
.
You’ll
win
two
days
upon
me
.
Sir
,
good
success
.
Farewell
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
and
Alexas
.
Give
me
some
music
—
music
,
moody
food
Of
us
that
trade
in
love
.
The
music
,
ho
!
Enter
Mardian
the
eunuch
.
Let
it
alone
.
Let’s
to
billiards
.
Come
,
Charmian
.
My
arm
is
sore
.
Best
play
with
Mardian
.
As
well
a
woman
with
an
eunuch
played
As
with
a
woman
.
—
Come
,
you’ll
play
with
me
,
sir
?
As
well
as
I
can
,
madam
.
And
when
good
will
is
showed
,
though
’t
come
too
short
,
The
actor
may
plead
pardon
.
I’ll
none
now
.
Give
me
mine
angle
;
we’ll
to
th’
river
.
There
,
My
music
playing
far
off
,
I
will
betray
Tawny-finned
fishes
.
My
bended
hook
shall
pierce
Their
slimy
jaws
,
and
as
I
draw
them
up
I’ll
think
them
every
one
an
Antony
And
say
Aha
!
You’re
caught
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
’Twas
merry
when
You
wagered
on
your
angling
;
when
your
diver
Did
hang
a
salt
fish
on
his
hook
,
which
he
With
fervency
drew
up
.
That
time
?
—
O
,
times
!
—
I
laughed
him
out
of
patience
;
and
that
night
I
laughed
him
into
patience
;
and
next
morn
,
Ere
the
ninth
hour
,
I
drunk
him
to
his
bed
,
Then
put
my
tires
and
mantles
on
him
,
whilst
I
wore
his
sword
Philippan
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
O
,
from
Italy
!
Ram
thou
thy
fruitful
tidings
in
mine
ears
,
That
long
time
have
been
barren
.
Madam
,
madam
—
Antonio’s
dead
!
If
thou
say
so
,
villain
,
Thou
kill’st
thy
mistress
.
But
well
and
free
,
If
thou
so
yield
him
,
there
is
gold
,
and
here
My
bluest
veins
to
kiss
,
a
hand
that
kings
Have
lipped
and
trembled
kissing
.
First
,
madam
,
he
is
well
.
Why
,
there’s
more
gold
.
But
sirrah
,
mark
,
we
use
To
say
the
dead
are
well
.
Bring
it
to
that
,
The
gold
I
give
thee
will
I
melt
and
pour
Down
thy
ill-uttering
throat
.
Good
madam
,
hear
me
.
Well
,
go
to
,
I
will
.
But
there’s
no
goodness
in
thy
face
—
if
Antony
Be
free
and
healthful
,
so
tart
a
favor
To
trumpet
such
good
tidings
!
If
not
well
,
Thou
shouldst
come
like
a
Fury
crowned
with
snakes
,
Not
like
a
formal
man
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Will
’t
please
you
hear
me
?
I
have
a
mind
to
strike
thee
ere
thou
speak’st
.
Yet
if
thou
say
Antony
lives
,
is
well
,
Or
friends
with
Caesar
or
not
captive
to
him
,
I’ll
set
thee
in
a
shower
of
gold
and
hail
Rich
pearls
upon
thee
.
Madam
,
he’s
well
.
Well
said
.
And
friends
with
Caesar
.
Th’
art
an
honest
man
.
Caesar
and
he
are
greater
friends
than
ever
.
Make
thee
a
fortune
from
me
.
But
yet
,
madam
—
I
do
not
like
But
yet
.
It
does
allay
The
good
precedence
.
Fie
upon
But
yet
.
But
yet
is
as
a
jailer
to
bring
forth
Some
monstrous
malefactor
.
Prithee
,
friend
,
Pour
out
the
pack
of
matter
to
mine
ear
,
The
good
and
bad
together
:
he’s
friends
with
Caesar
,
In
state
of
health
,
thou
say’st
,
and
,
thou
say’st
,
free
.
Free
,
madam
,
no
.
I
made
no
such
report
.
He’s
bound
unto
Octavia
.
For
what
good
turn
?
For
the
best
turn
i’
th’
bed
.
I
am
pale
,
Charmian
.
Madam
,
he’s
married
to
Octavia
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
The
most
infectious
pestilence
upon
thee
!
Strikes
him
down
.
Good
madam
,
patience
!
What
say
you
?
Strikes
him
.
Hence
,
horrible
villain
,
or
I’ll
spurn
thine
eyes
Like
balls
before
me
!
I’ll
unhair
thy
head
!
She
hales
him
up
and
down
.
Thou
shalt
be
whipped
with
wire
and
stewed
in
brine
,
Smarting
in
ling’ring
pickle
.
Gracious
madam
,
I
that
do
bring
the
news
made
not
the
match
.
Say
’tis
not
so
,
a
province
I
will
give
thee
And
make
thy
fortunes
proud
.
The
blow
thou
hadst
Shall
make
thy
peace
for
moving
me
to
rage
,
And
I
will
boot
thee
with
what
gift
beside
Thy
modesty
can
beg
.
He’s
married
,
madam
.
Rogue
,
thou
hast
lived
too
long
.
Draw
a
knife
.
Nay
then
,
I’ll
run
.
What
mean
you
,
madam
?
I
have
made
no
fault
.
He
exits
.
Good
madam
,
keep
yourself
within
yourself
.
The
man
is
innocent
.
Some
innocents
’scape
not
the
thunderbolt
.
Melt
Egypt
into
Nile
,
and
kindly
creatures
Turn
all
to
serpents
!
Call
the
slave
again
.
Though
I
am
mad
,
I
will
not
bite
him
.
Call
!
He
is
afeard
to
come
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
I
will
not
hurt
him
.
These
hands
do
lack
nobility
that
they
strike
A
meaner
than
myself
,
since
I
myself
Have
given
myself
the
cause
.
Enter
the
Messenger
again
.
Come
hither
,
sir
.
Though
it
be
honest
,
it
is
never
good
To
bring
bad
news
.
Give
to
a
gracious
message
An
host
of
tongues
,
but
let
ill
tidings
tell
Themselves
when
they
be
felt
.
I
have
done
my
duty
.
Is
he
married
?
I
cannot
hate
thee
worser
than
I
do
If
thou
again
say
yes
.
He’s
married
,
madam
.
The
gods
confound
thee
!
Dost
thou
hold
there
still
?
Should
I
lie
,
madam
?
O
,
I
would
thou
didst
,
So
half
my
Egypt
were
submerged
and
made
A
cistern
for
scaled
snakes
!
Go
,
get
thee
hence
.
Hadst
thou
Narcissus
in
thy
face
,
to
me
Thou
wouldst
appear
most
ugly
.
He
is
married
?
I
crave
your
Highness’
pardon
.
He
is
married
?
Take
no
offense
that
I
would
not
offend
you
.
To
punish
me
for
what
you
make
me
do
Seems
much
unequal
.
He’s
married
to
Octavia
.
O
,
that
his
fault
should
make
a
knave
of
thee
ACT 2. SC. 6
That
art
not
what
th’
art
sure
of
!
Get
thee
hence
.
The
merchandise
which
thou
hast
brought
from
Rome
Are
all
too
dear
for
me
.
Lie
they
upon
thy
hand
,
And
be
undone
by
’em
!
Messenger
exits
.
Good
your
Highness
,
patience
.
In
praising
Antony
,
I
have
dispraised
Caesar
.
Many
times
,
madam
.
I
am
paid
for
’t
now
.
Lead
me
from
hence
;
I
faint
.
O
,
Iras
,
Charmian
!
’Tis
no
matter
.
—
Go
to
the
fellow
,
good
Alexas
.
Bid
him
Report
the
feature
of
Octavia
,
her
years
,
Her
inclination
;
let
him
not
leave
out
The
color
of
her
hair
.
Bring
me
word
quickly
.
Alexas
exits
.
Let
him
forever
go
—
let
him
not
,
Charmian
.
Though
he
be
painted
one
way
like
a
Gorgon
,
The
other
way
’s
a
Mars
.
(
To
Mardian
.
)
Bid
you
Alexas
Bring
me
word
how
tall
she
is
.
—
Pity
me
,
Charmian
,
But
do
not
speak
to
me
.
Lead
me
to
my
chamber
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Flourish
.
Enter
Pompey
and
Menas
at
one
door
,
with
Drum
and
Trumpet
;
at
another
Caesar
,
Lepidus
,
Antony
,
Enobarbus
,
Maecenas
,
and
Agrippa
,
with
Soldiers
marching
.
Your
hostages
I
have
,
so
have
you
mine
,
And
we
shall
talk
before
we
fight
.
ACT 2. SC. 6
Most
meet
That
first
we
come
to
words
,
and
therefore
have
we
Our
written
purposes
before
us
sent
,
Which
if
thou
hast
considered
,
let
us
know
If
’twill
tie
up
thy
discontented
sword
And
carry
back
to
Sicily
much
tall
youth
That
else
must
perish
here
.
To
you
all
three
,
The
senators
alone
of
this
great
world
,
Chief
factors
for
the
gods
:
I
do
not
know
Wherefore
my
father
should
revengers
want
,
Having
a
son
and
friends
,
since
Julius
Caesar
,
Who
at
Philippi
the
good
Brutus
ghosted
,
There
saw
you
laboring
for
him
.
What
was
’t
That
moved
pale
Cassius
to
conspire
?
And
what
Made
the
all-honored
,
honest
,
Roman
Brutus
,
With
the
armed
rest
,
courtiers
of
beauteous
freedom
,
To
drench
the
Capitol
,
but
that
they
would
Have
one
man
but
a
man
?
And
that
is
it
Hath
made
me
rig
my
navy
,
at
whose
burden
The
angered
ocean
foams
,
with
which
I
meant
To
scourge
th’
ingratitude
that
despiteful
Rome
Cast
on
my
noble
father
.
Take
your
time
.
Thou
canst
not
fear
us
,
Pompey
,
with
thy
sails
.
We’ll
speak
with
thee
at
sea
.
At
land
thou
know’st
How
much
we
do
o’ercount
thee
.
At
land
indeed
Thou
dost
o’ercount
me
of
my
father’s
house
;
But
since
the
cuckoo
builds
not
for
himself
,
Remain
in
’t
as
thou
mayst
.
Be
pleased
to
tell
us
—
For
this
is
from
the
present
—
how
you
take
The
offers
we
have
sent
you
.
ACT 2. SC. 6
There’s
the
point
.
Which
do
not
be
entreated
to
,
but
weigh
What
it
is
worth
embraced
.
And
what
may
follow
To
try
a
larger
fortune
.
You
have
made
me
offer
Of
Sicily
,
Sardinia
;
and
I
must
Rid
all
the
sea
of
pirates
;
then
to
send
Measures
of
wheat
to
Rome
.
This
’greed
upon
,
To
part
with
unhacked
edges
and
bear
back
Our
targes
undinted
.
That’s
our
offer
.
Know
then
I
came
before
you
here
a
man
prepared
To
take
this
offer
.
But
Mark
Antony
Put
me
to
some
impatience
.
—
Though
I
lose
The
praise
of
it
by
telling
,
you
must
know
When
Caesar
and
your
brother
were
at
blows
,
Your
mother
came
to
Sicily
and
did
find
Her
welcome
friendly
.
I
have
heard
it
,
Pompey
,
And
am
well
studied
for
a
liberal
thanks
,
Which
I
do
owe
you
.
Let
me
have
your
hand
.
They
clasp
hands
.
I
did
not
think
,
sir
,
to
have
met
you
here
.
The
beds
i’
th’
East
are
soft
;
and
thanks
to
you
,
That
called
me
timelier
than
my
purpose
hither
,
For
I
have
gained
by
’t
.
,
to
Pompey
Since
I
saw
you
last
,
There’s
a
change
upon
you
.
Well
,
I
know
not
What
counts
harsh
Fortune
casts
upon
my
face
,
ACT 2. SC. 6
But
in
my
bosom
shall
she
never
come
To
make
my
heart
her
vassal
.
Well
met
here
.
I
hope
so
,
Lepidus
.
Thus
we
are
agreed
.
I
crave
our
composition
may
be
written
And
sealed
between
us
.
That’s
the
next
to
do
.
We’ll
feast
each
other
ere
we
part
,
and
let’s
Draw
lots
who
shall
begin
.
That
will
I
,
Pompey
.
No
,
Antony
,
take
the
lot
.
But
,
first
or
last
,
Your
fine
Egyptian
cookery
shall
have
The
fame
.
I
have
heard
that
Julius
Caesar
Grew
fat
with
feasting
there
.
You
have
heard
much
.
I
have
fair
meanings
,
sir
.
And
fair
words
to
them
.
Then
so
much
have
I
heard
.
And
I
have
heard
Apollodorus
carried
—
No
more
of
that
.
He
did
so
.
What
,
I
pray
you
?
A
certain
queen
to
Caesar
in
a
mattress
.
I
know
thee
now
.
How
far’st
thou
,
soldier
?
Well
,
And
well
am
like
to
do
,
for
I
perceive
Four
feasts
are
toward
.
Let
me
shake
thy
hand
.
I
never
hated
thee
.
I
have
seen
thee
fight
When
I
have
envied
thy
behavior
.
ACT 2. SC. 6
Sir
,
I
never
loved
you
much
,
but
I
ha’
praised
you
When
you
have
well
deserved
ten
times
as
much
As
I
have
said
you
did
.
Enjoy
thy
plainness
;
It
nothing
ill
becomes
thee
.
—
Aboard
my
galley
I
invite
you
all
.
Will
you
lead
,
lords
?
Show
’s
the
way
,
sir
.
Come
.
They
exit
,
except
for
Enobarbus
and
Menas
.
,
aside
Thy
father
,
Pompey
,
would
ne’er
have
made
this
treaty
.
—
You
and
I
have
known
,
sir
.
At
sea
,
I
think
.
We
have
,
sir
.
You
have
done
well
by
water
.
And
you
by
land
.
I
will
praise
any
man
that
will
praise
me
,
though
it
cannot
be
denied
what
I
have
done
by
land
.
Nor
what
I
have
done
by
water
.
Yes
,
something
you
can
deny
for
your
own
safety
:
you
have
been
a
great
thief
by
sea
.
And
you
by
land
.
There
I
deny
my
land
service
.
But
give
me
your
hand
,
Menas
.
They
clasp
hands
.
If
our
eyes
had
authority
,
here
they
might
take
two
thieves
kissing
.
All
men’s
faces
are
true
,
whatsome’er
their
hands
are
.
But
there
is
never
a
fair
woman
has
a
true
face
.
No
slander
.
They
steal
hearts
.
We
came
hither
to
fight
with
you
.
For
my
part
,
I
am
sorry
it
is
turned
to
a
ACT 2. SC. 6
drinking
.
Pompey
doth
this
day
laugh
away
his
fortune
.
If
he
do
,
sure
he
cannot
weep
’t
back
again
.
You’ve
said
,
sir
.
We
looked
not
for
Mark
Antony
here
.
Pray
you
,
is
he
married
to
Cleopatra
?
Caesar’s
sister
is
called
Octavia
.
True
,
sir
.
She
was
the
wife
of
Caius
Marcellus
.
But
she
is
now
the
wife
of
Marcus
Antonius
.
Pray
you
,
sir
?
’Tis
true
.
Then
is
Caesar
and
he
forever
knit
together
.
If
I
were
bound
to
divine
of
this
unity
,
I
would
not
prophesy
so
.
I
think
the
policy
of
that
purpose
made
more
in
the
marriage
than
the
love
of
the
parties
.
I
think
so
,
too
.
But
you
shall
find
the
band
that
seems
to
tie
their
friendship
together
will
be
the
very
strangler
of
their
amity
.
Octavia
is
of
a
holy
,
cold
,
and
still
conversation
.
Who
would
not
have
his
wife
so
?
Not
he
that
himself
is
not
so
,
which
is
Mark
Antony
.
He
will
to
his
Egyptian
dish
again
.
Then
shall
the
sighs
of
Octavia
blow
the
fire
up
in
Caesar
,
and
,
as
I
said
before
,
that
which
is
the
strength
of
their
amity
shall
prove
the
immediate
author
of
their
variance
.
Antony
will
use
his
affection
where
it
is
.
He
married
but
his
occasion
here
.
And
thus
it
may
be
.
Come
,
sir
,
will
you
aboard
?
I
have
a
health
for
you
.
I
shall
take
it
,
sir
.
We
have
used
our
throats
in
Egypt
.
Come
,
let’s
away
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
Scene
7
Music
plays
.
Enter
two
or
three
Servants
with
a
banquet
.
Here
they’ll
be
,
man
.
Some
o’
their
plants
are
ill-rooted
already
.
The
least
wind
i’
th’
world
will
blow
them
down
.
Lepidus
is
high-colored
.
They
have
made
him
drink
alms-drink
.
As
they
pinch
one
another
by
the
disposition
,
he
cries
out
No
more
,
reconciles
them
to
his
entreaty
and
himself
to
th’
drink
.
But
it
raises
the
greater
war
between
him
and
his
discretion
.
Why
,
this
it
is
to
have
a
name
in
great
men’s
fellowship
.
I
had
as
lief
have
a
reed
that
will
do
me
no
service
as
a
partisan
I
could
not
heave
.
To
be
called
into
a
huge
sphere
,
and
not
to
be
seen
to
move
in
’t
,
are
the
holes
where
eyes
should
be
,
which
pitifully
disaster
the
cheeks
.
A
sennet
sounded
.
Enter
Caesar
,
Antony
,
Pompey
,
Lepidus
,
Agrippa
,
Maecenas
,
Enobarbus
,
Menas
,
with
other
Captains
and
a
Boy
.
Thus
do
they
,
sir
:
they
take
the
flow
o’
th’
Nile
By
certain
scales
i’
th’
Pyramid
;
they
know
By
th’
height
,
the
lowness
,
or
the
mean
if
dearth
Or
foison
follow
.
The
higher
Nilus
swells
,
The
more
it
promises
.
As
it
ebbs
,
the
seedsman
Upon
the
slime
and
ooze
scatters
his
grain
,
And
shortly
comes
to
harvest
.
You’ve
strange
serpents
there
?
Ay
,
Lepidus
.
Your
serpent
of
Egypt
is
bred
now
of
your
ACT 2. SC. 7
mud
by
the
operation
of
your
sun
;
so
is
your
crocodile
.
They
are
so
.
Sit
,
and
some
wine
.
A
health
to
Lepidus
!
I
am
not
so
well
as
I
should
be
,
but
I’ll
ne’er
out
.
,
aside
Not
till
you
have
slept
.
I
fear
me
you’ll
be
in
till
then
.
Nay
,
certainly
,
I
have
heard
the
Ptolemies’
pyramises
are
very
goodly
things
.
Without
contradiction
I
have
heard
that
.
,
aside
to
Pompey
Pompey
,
a
word
.
,
aside
to
Menas
Say
in
mine
ear
what
is
’t
.
(
whispers
in
’s
ear
)
Forsake
thy
seat
,
I
do
beseech
thee
,
captain
,
And
hear
me
speak
a
word
.
,
aside
to
Menas
Forbear
me
till
anon
.
—
This
wine
for
Lepidus
!
What
manner
o’
thing
is
your
crocodile
?
It
is
shaped
,
sir
,
like
itself
,
and
it
is
as
broad
as
it
hath
breadth
.
It
is
just
so
high
as
it
is
,
and
moves
with
it
own
organs
.
It
lives
by
that
which
nourisheth
it
,
and
the
elements
once
out
of
it
,
it
transmigrates
.
What
color
is
it
of
?
Of
it
own
color
too
.
’Tis
a
strange
serpent
.
’Tis
so
,
and
the
tears
of
it
are
wet
.
,
aside
to
Antony
Will
this
description
satisfy
him
?
With
the
health
that
Pompey
gives
him
,
else
he
is
a
very
epicure
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
,
aside
to
Menas
Go
hang
,
sir
,
hang
!
Tell
me
of
that
?
Away
!
Do
as
I
bid
you
.
—
Where’s
this
cup
I
called
for
?
,
aside
to
Pompey
If
for
the
sake
of
merit
thou
wilt
hear
me
,
Rise
from
thy
stool
.
I
think
th’
art
mad
!
He
rises
,
and
they
walk
aside
.
The
matter
?
I
have
ever
held
my
cap
off
to
thy
fortunes
.
Thou
hast
served
me
with
much
faith
.
What’s
else
to
say
?
—
Be
jolly
,
lords
.
These
quicksands
,
Lepidus
,
Keep
off
them
,
for
you
sink
.
,
aside
to
Pompey
Wilt
thou
be
lord
of
all
the
world
?
What
sayst
thou
?
Wilt
thou
be
lord
of
the
whole
world
?
That’s
twice
.
How
should
that
be
?
But
entertain
it
,
And
though
thou
think
me
poor
,
I
am
the
man
Will
give
thee
all
the
world
.
Hast
thou
drunk
well
?
No
,
Pompey
,
I
have
kept
me
from
the
cup
.
Thou
art
,
if
thou
dar’st
be
,
the
earthly
Jove
.
Whate’er
the
ocean
pales
or
sky
inclips
Is
thine
,
if
thou
wilt
ha
’t
.
Show
me
which
way
.
These
three
world-sharers
,
these
competitors
,
Are
in
thy
vessel
.
Let
me
cut
the
cable
,
ACT 2. SC. 7
And
when
we
are
put
off
,
fall
to
their
throats
.
All
there
is
thine
.
Ah
,
this
thou
shouldst
have
done
And
not
have
spoke
on
’t
!
In
me
’tis
villainy
;
In
thee
’t
had
been
good
service
.
Thou
must
know
’Tis
not
my
profit
that
does
lead
mine
honor
;
Mine
honor
,
it
.
Repent
that
e’er
thy
tongue
Hath
so
betrayed
thine
act
.
Being
done
unknown
,
I
should
have
found
it
afterwards
well
done
,
But
must
condemn
it
now
.
Desist
and
drink
.
,
aside
For
this
I’ll
never
follow
thy
palled
fortunes
more
.
Who
seeks
and
will
not
take
when
once
’tis
offered
Shall
never
find
it
more
.
This
health
to
Lepidus
!
,
to
Servant
Bear
him
ashore
.
—
I’ll
pledge
it
for
him
,
Pompey
.
Here’s
to
thee
,
Menas
.
Enobarbus
,
welcome
.
Fill
till
the
cup
be
hid
.
,
pointing
to
the
Servant
carrying
Lepidus
There’s
a
strong
fellow
,
Menas
.
Why
?
He
bears
The
third
part
of
the
world
,
man
.
Seest
not
?
The
third
part
,
then
,
is
drunk
.
Would
it
were
all
,
That
it
might
go
on
wheels
.
Drink
thou
.
Increase
the
reels
.
Come
.
This
is
not
yet
an
Alexandrian
feast
.
It
ripens
towards
it
.
Strike
the
vessels
,
ho
!
Here’s
to
Caesar
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
I
could
well
forbear
’t
.
It’s
monstrous
labor
when
I
wash
my
brain
And
it
grows
fouler
.
Be
a
child
o’
th’
time
.
Possess
it
,
I’ll
make
answer
.
But
I
had
rather
fast
from
all
,
four
days
,
Than
drink
so
much
in
one
.
,
to
Antony
Ha
,
my
brave
emperor
,
Shall
we
dance
now
the
Egyptian
bacchanals
And
celebrate
our
drink
?
Let’s
ha
’t
,
good
soldier
.
Come
,
let’s
all
take
hands
Till
that
the
conquering
wine
hath
steeped
our
sense
In
soft
and
delicate
Lethe
.
All
take
hands
.
Make
battery
to
our
ears
with
the
loud
music
,
The
while
I’ll
place
you
;
then
the
boy
shall
sing
.
The
holding
every
man
shall
beat
as
loud
As
his
strong
sides
can
volley
.
Music
plays
.
Enobarbus
places
them
hand
in
hand
.
The
Song
.
Come
,
thou
monarch
of
the
vine
,
Plumpy
Bacchus
,
with
pink
eyne
.
In
thy
vats
our
cares
be
drowned
.
With
thy
grapes
our
hairs
be
crowned
.
Cup
us
till
the
world
go
round
,
Cup
us
till
the
world
go
round
.
What
would
you
more
?
—
Pompey
,
goodnight
.
—
Good
brother
,
Let
me
request
you
off
.
Our
graver
business
Frowns
at
this
levity
.
—
Gentle
lords
,
let’s
part
.
You
see
we
have
burnt
our
cheeks
.
Strong
Enobarb
Is
weaker
than
the
wine
,
and
mine
own
tongue
ACT 2. SC. 7
Splits
what
it
speaks
.
The
wild
disguise
hath
almost
Anticked
us
all
.
What
needs
more
words
?
Goodnight
.
Good
Antony
,
your
hand
.
I’ll
try
you
on
the
shore
.
And
shall
,
sir
.
Give
’s
your
hand
.
O
,
Antony
,
you
have
my
father’s
house
.
But
what
?
We
are
friends
!
Come
down
into
the
boat
.
Take
heed
you
fall
not
.
All
but
Menas
and
Enobarbus
exit
.
Menas
,
I’ll
not
on
shore
.
No
,
to
my
cabin
.
These
drums
,
these
trumpets
,
flutes
!
What
!
Let
Neptune
hear
we
bid
a
loud
farewell
To
these
great
fellows
.
Sound
and
be
hanged
.
Sound
out
!
Sound
a
flourish
,
with
drums
.
Hoo
,
says
’a
!
There’s
my
cap
!
He
throws
his
cap
in
the
air
.
Hoo
!
Noble
captain
,
come
.
They
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Ventidius
as
it
were
in
triumph
,
the
dead
body
of
Pacorus
borne
before
him
;
with
Silius
and
Soldiers
.
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
.
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
.
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
th’
minute
,
lost
his
favor
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Who
does
i’
th’
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
offense
Should
my
performance
perish
.
Thou
hast
,
Ventidius
,
that
Without
the
which
a
soldier
and
his
sword
Grants
scarce
distinction
.
Thou
wilt
write
to
Antony
?
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’
th’
field
.
Where
is
he
now
?
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
!
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Agrippa
at
one
door
,
Enobarbus
at
another
.
What
,
are
the
brothers
parted
?
They
have
dispatched
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
greensickness
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
’Tis
a
noble
Lepidus
.
A
very
fine
one
.
O
,
how
he
loves
Caesar
!
Nay
,
but
how
dearly
he
adores
Mark
Antony
!
Caesar
?
Why
,
he’s
the
Jupiter
of
men
.
What’s
Antony
?
The
god
of
Jupiter
.
Spake
you
of
Caesar
?
How
,
the
nonpareil
!
O
Antony
,
O
thou
Arabian
bird
!
Would
you
praise
Caesar
,
say
Caesar
.
Go
no
further
.
Indeed
,
he
plied
them
both
with
excellent
praises
.
But
he
loves
Caesar
best
,
yet
he
loves
Antony
.
Hoo
,
hearts
,
tongues
,
figures
,
scribes
,
bards
,
poets
,
cannot
Think
,
speak
,
cast
,
write
,
sing
,
number
—
hoo
!
—
His
love
to
Antony
.
But
as
for
Caesar
,
Kneel
down
,
kneel
down
,
and
wonder
.
Both
he
loves
.
They
are
his
shards
and
he
their
beetle
.
Trumpet
within
.
So
,
This
is
to
horse
.
Adieu
,
noble
Agrippa
.
Good
fortune
,
worthy
soldier
,
and
farewell
.
Enter
Caesar
,
Antony
,
Lepidus
,
and
Octavia
.
No
further
,
sir
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
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
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
cherished
.
Make
me
not
offended
In
your
distrust
.
I
have
said
.
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
.
Farewell
,
my
dearest
sister
,
fare
thee
well
.
The
elements
be
kind
to
thee
and
make
Thy
spirits
all
of
comfort
.
Fare
thee
well
.
My
noble
brother
.
She
weeps
.
The
April’s
in
her
eyes
.
It
is
love’s
spring
,
And
these
the
showers
to
bring
it
on
.
—
Be
cheerful
.
,
to
Caesar
Sir
,
look
well
to
my
husband’s
house
,
and
—
What
,
Octavia
?
I’ll
tell
you
in
your
ear
.
Caesar
and
Octavia
walk
aside
.
Her
tongue
will
not
obey
her
heart
,
nor
can
ACT 3. SC. 2
Her
heart
inform
her
tongue
—
the
swan’s-down
feather
That
stands
upon
the
swell
at
the
full
of
tide
And
neither
way
inclines
.
,
aside
to
Agrippa
Will
Caesar
weep
?
He
has
a
cloud
in
’s
face
.
He
were
the
worse
for
that
were
he
a
horse
;
So
is
he
being
a
man
.
Why
,
Enobarbus
,
When
Antony
found
Julius
Caesar
dead
,
He
cried
almost
to
roaring
.
And
he
wept
When
at
Philippi
he
found
Brutus
slain
.
That
year
indeed
he
was
troubled
with
a
rheum
.
What
willingly
he
did
confound
he
wailed
,
Believe
’t
,
till
I
wept
too
.
,
coming
forward
with
Octavia
No
,
sweet
Octavia
,
You
shall
hear
from
me
still
.
The
time
shall
not
Outgo
my
thinking
on
you
.
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
.
Adieu
,
be
happy
.
,
to
Antony
Let
all
the
number
of
the
stars
give
light
To
thy
fair
way
.
Farewell
,
farewell
.
Kisses
Octavia
.
Farewell
.
Trumpets
sound
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
and
Alexas
.
Where
is
the
fellow
?
Half
afeard
to
come
.
Go
to
,
go
to
.
—
Come
hither
,
sir
.
Enter
the
Messenger
as
before
.
Good
Majesty
,
Herod
of
Jewry
dare
not
look
upon
you
But
when
you
are
well
pleased
.
That
Herod’s
head
I’ll
have
!
But
how
,
when
Antony
is
gone
,
Through
whom
I
might
command
it
?
—
Come
thou
near
.
Most
gracious
Majesty
!
Did’st
thou
behold
Octavia
?
Ay
,
dread
queen
.
Where
?
Madam
,
in
Rome
.
I
looked
her
in
the
face
and
saw
her
led
Between
her
brother
and
Mark
Antony
.
Is
she
as
tall
as
me
?
She
is
not
,
madam
.
Didst
hear
her
speak
?
Is
she
shrill-tongued
or
low
?
Madam
,
I
heard
her
speak
.
She
is
low-voiced
.
That’s
not
so
good
.
He
cannot
like
her
long
.
Like
her
?
O
Isis
,
’tis
impossible
!
ACT 3. SC. 3
I
think
so
,
Charmian
:
dull
of
tongue
,
and
dwarfish
!
—
What
majesty
is
in
her
gait
?
Remember
,
If
e’er
thou
looked’st
on
majesty
.
She
creeps
.
Her
motion
and
her
station
are
as
one
.
She
shows
a
body
rather
than
a
life
,
A
statue
than
a
breather
.
Is
this
certain
?
Or
I
have
no
observance
.
Three
in
Egypt
Cannot
make
better
note
.
He’s
very
knowing
.
I
do
perceive
’t
.
There’s
nothing
in
her
yet
.
The
fellow
has
good
judgment
.
Excellent
.
,
to
Messenger
Guess
at
her
years
,
I
prithee
.
Madam
,
she
was
a
widow
.
Widow
?
Charmian
,
hark
.
And
I
do
think
she’s
thirty
.
Bear’st
thou
her
face
in
mind
?
Is
’t
long
or
round
?
Round
even
to
faultiness
.
For
the
most
part
,
too
,
they
are
foolish
that
are
so
.
Her
hair
what
color
?
Brown
,
madam
,
and
her
forehead
As
low
as
she
would
wish
it
.
,
giving
money
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
.
Messenger
exits
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
A
proper
man
.
Indeed
he
is
so
.
I
repent
me
much
That
so
I
harried
him
.
Why
,
methinks
,
by
him
,
This
creature’s
no
such
thing
.
Nothing
,
madam
.
The
man
hath
seen
some
majesty
,
and
should
know
.
Hath
he
seen
majesty
?
Isis
else
defend
,
And
serving
you
so
long
!
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
.
I
warrant
you
,
madam
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Antony
and
Octavia
.
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
honor
,
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
.
O
,
my
good
lord
,
ACT 3. SC. 4
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
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
.
Gentle
Octavia
,
Let
your
best
love
draw
to
that
point
which
seeks
Best
to
preserve
it
.
If
I
lose
mine
honor
,
I
lose
myself
;
better
I
were
not
yours
Than
yours
so
branchless
.
But
,
as
you
requested
,
Yourself
shall
go
between
’s
.
The
meantime
,
lady
,
I’ll
raise
the
preparation
of
a
war
Shall
stain
your
brother
.
Make
your
soonest
haste
,
So
your
desires
are
yours
.
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
.
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
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
Scene
5
Enter
Enobarbus
and
Eros
.
How
now
,
friend
Eros
?
There’s
strange
news
come
,
sir
.
What
,
man
?
Caesar
and
Lepidus
have
made
wars
upon
Pompey
.
This
is
old
.
What
is
the
success
?
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
.
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
?
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
murdered
Pompey
.
Our
great
navy’s
rigged
.
For
Italy
and
Caesar
.
More
,
Domitius
:
My
lord
desires
you
presently
.
My
news
I
might
have
told
hereafter
.
’Twill
be
naught
,
But
let
it
be
.
Bring
me
to
Antony
.
Come
,
sir
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 6
Scene
6
Enter
Agrippa
,
Maecenas
,
and
Caesar
.
Contemning
Rome
,
he
has
done
all
this
and
more
In
Alexandria
.
Here’s
the
manner
of
’t
:
I’
th’
marketplace
,
on
a
tribunal
silvered
,
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
.
This
in
the
public
eye
?
I’
th’
common
showplace
where
they
exercise
.
His
sons
he
there
proclaimed
the
kings
of
kings
.
Great
Media
,
Parthia
,
and
Armenia
He
gave
to
Alexander
;
to
Ptolemy
he
assigned
Syria
,
Cilicia
,
and
Phoenicia
.
She
In
th’
habiliments
of
the
goddess
Isis
That
day
appeared
,
and
oft
before
gave
audience
,
As
’tis
reported
,
so
.
Let
Rome
be
thus
informed
.
Who
,
queasy
with
his
insolence
already
,
Will
their
good
thoughts
call
from
him
.
The
people
knows
it
and
have
now
received
His
accusations
.
Who
does
he
accuse
?
Caesar
,
and
that
,
having
in
Sicily
Sextus
Pompeius
spoiled
,
we
had
not
rated
him
His
part
o’
th’
isle
.
Then
does
he
say
he
lent
me
ACT 3. SC. 6
Some
shipping
,
unrestored
.
Lastly
,
he
frets
That
Lepidus
of
the
triumvirate
Should
be
deposed
and
,
being
,
that
we
detain
All
his
revenue
.
Sir
,
this
should
be
answered
.
’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
conquered
,
I
grant
him
part
;
but
then
in
his
Armenia
And
other
of
his
conquered
kingdoms
I
Demand
the
like
.
He’ll
never
yield
to
that
.
Nor
must
not
then
be
yielded
to
in
this
.
Enter
Octavia
with
her
Train
.
Hail
,
Caesar
,
and
my
lord
!
Hail
,
most
dear
Caesar
.
That
ever
I
should
call
thee
castaway
!
You
have
not
called
me
so
,
nor
have
you
cause
.
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
th’
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
ACT 3. SC. 6
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
.
Good
my
lord
,
To
come
thus
was
I
not
constrained
,
but
did
it
On
my
free
will
.
My
lord
,
Mark
Antony
,
Hearing
that
you
prepared
for
war
,
acquainted
My
grievèd
ear
withal
,
whereon
I
begged
His
pardon
for
return
.
Which
soon
he
granted
,
Being
an
abstract
’tween
his
lust
and
him
.
Do
not
say
so
,
my
lord
.
I
have
eyes
upon
him
,
And
his
affairs
come
to
me
on
the
wind
.
Where
is
he
now
?
My
lord
,
in
Athens
.
No
,
my
most
wrongèd
sister
.
Cleopatra
Hath
nodded
him
to
her
.
He
hath
given
his
empire
Up
to
a
whore
,
who
now
are
levying
The
kings
o’
th’
Earth
earth
for
war
.
He
hath
assembled
Bocchus
,
the
King
of
Libya
;
Archelaus
Of
Cappadocia
;
Philadelphos
,
King
Of
Paphlagonia
;
the
Thracian
king
,
Adallas
;
King
Manchus
of
Arabia
;
King
of
Pont
;
Herod
of
Jewry
;
Mithridates
,
King
Of
Comagen
;
Polemon
and
Amyntas
,
The
Kings
of
Mede
and
Lycaonia
,
With
a
more
larger
list
of
scepters
.
Ay
me
,
most
wretched
,
That
have
my
heart
parted
betwixt
two
friends
That
does
afflict
each
other
!
Welcome
hither
.
Your
letters
did
withhold
our
breaking
forth
ACT 3. SC. 7
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
unbewailed
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
,
makes
his
ministers
Of
us
and
those
that
love
you
.
Best
of
comfort
,
And
ever
welcome
to
us
.
Welcome
,
lady
.
Welcome
,
dear
madam
.
Each
heart
in
Rome
does
love
and
pity
you
;
Only
th’
adulterous
Antony
,
most
large
In
his
abominations
,
turns
you
off
And
gives
his
potent
regiment
to
a
trull
That
noises
it
against
us
.
,
to
Caesar
Is
it
so
,
sir
?
Most
certain
.
Sister
,
welcome
.
Pray
you
Be
ever
known
to
patience
.
My
dear’st
sister
!
They
exit
.
Scene
7
Enter
Cleopatra
and
Enobarbus
.
I
will
be
even
with
thee
,
doubt
it
not
.
But
why
,
why
,
why
?
Thou
hast
forspoke
my
being
in
these
wars
And
say’st
it
is
not
fit
.
Well
,
is
it
,
is
it
?
ACT 3. SC. 7
Is
’t
not
denounced
against
us
?
Why
should
not
we
Be
there
in
person
?
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
.
What
is
’t
you
say
?
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
.
Sink
Rome
,
and
their
tongues
rot
That
speak
against
us
!
A
charge
we
bear
i’
th’
war
,
And
as
the
president
of
my
kingdom
will
Appear
there
for
a
man
.
Speak
not
against
it
.
I
will
not
stay
behind
.
Enter
Antony
and
Canidius
.
Nay
,
I
have
done
.
Here
comes
the
Emperor
.
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
?
Celerity
is
never
more
admired
Than
by
the
negligent
.
A
good
rebuke
,
Which
might
have
well
becomed
the
best
of
men
,
To
taunt
at
slackness
.
—
Canidius
,
we
will
fight
With
him
by
sea
.
ACT 3. SC. 7
By
sea
,
what
else
?
Why
will
My
lord
do
so
?
For
that
he
dares
us
to
’t
.
So
hath
my
lord
dared
him
to
single
fight
.
Ay
,
and
to
wage
this
battle
at
Pharsalia
,
Where
Caesar
fought
with
Pompey
.
But
these
offers
,
Which
serve
not
for
his
vantage
,
he
shakes
off
,
And
so
should
you
.
Your
ships
are
not
well
manned
,
Your
mariners
are
muleteers
,
reapers
,
people
Engrossed
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
.
By
sea
,
by
sea
.
Most
worthy
sir
,
you
therein
throw
away
The
absolute
soldiership
you
have
by
land
,
Distract
your
army
,
which
doth
most
consist
Of
war-marked
footmen
,
leave
unexecuted
Your
own
renownèd
knowledge
,
quite
forgo
The
way
which
promises
assurance
,
and
Give
up
yourself
merely
to
chance
and
hazard
From
firm
security
.
I’ll
fight
at
sea
.
I
have
sixty
sails
,
Caesar
none
better
.
Our
overplus
of
shipping
will
we
burn
,
And
with
the
rest
full-manned
,
from
th’
head
of
Actium
ACT 3. SC. 7
Beat
th’
approaching
Caesar
.
But
if
we
fail
,
We
then
can
do
’t
at
land
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Thy
business
?
The
news
is
true
,
my
lord
;
he
is
descried
.
Caesar
has
taken
Toryne
.
He
exits
.
Can
he
be
there
in
person
?
’Tis
impossible
;
Strange
that
his
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
?
O
noble
emperor
,
do
not
fight
by
sea
!
Trust
not
to
rotten
planks
.
Do
you
misdoubt
This
sword
and
these
my
wounds
?
Let
th’
Egyptians
And
the
Phoenicians
go
a-ducking
.
We
Have
used
to
conquer
standing
on
the
earth
And
fighting
foot
to
foot
.
Well
,
well
,
away
.
Antony
,
Cleopatra
,
and
Enobarbus
exit
.
By
Hercules
,
I
think
I
am
i’
th’
right
.
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
.
You
keep
by
land
The
legions
and
the
horse
whole
,
do
you
not
?
Marcus
Octavius
,
Marcus
Justeius
,
ACT 3. SC. 8
Publicola
,
and
Caelius
are
for
sea
,
But
we
keep
whole
by
land
.
This
speed
of
Caesar’s
Carries
beyond
belief
.
While
he
was
yet
in
Rome
,
His
power
went
out
in
such
distractions
as
Beguiled
all
spies
.
Who’s
his
lieutenant
,
hear
you
?
They
say
one
Taurus
.
Well
I
know
the
man
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
The
Emperor
calls
Canidius
.
With
news
the
time’s
in
labor
,
and
throws
forth
Each
minute
some
.
They
exit
.
Scene
8
Enter
Caesar
with
his
army
,
and
Taurus
,
marching
.
Taurus
!
My
lord
?
Strike
not
by
land
,
keep
whole
.
Provoke
not
battle
Till
we
have
done
at
sea
.
Do
not
exceed
The
prescript
of
this
scroll
.
Hands
him
a
scroll
.
Our
fortune
lies
Upon
this
jump
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 10
Scene
9
Enter
Antony
and
Enobarbus
.
Set
we
our
squadrons
on
yond
side
o’
th’
hill
In
eye
of
Caesar’s
battle
,
from
which
place
We
may
the
number
of
the
ships
behold
And
so
proceed
accordingly
.
They
exit
.
Scene
10
Canidius
marcheth
with
his
land
army
one
way
over
the
stage
,
and
Taurus
the
lieutenant
of
Caesar
the
other
way
.
After
their
going
in
is
heard
the
noise
of
a
sea
fight
.
Alarum
.
Enter
Enobarbus
.
Naught
,
naught
,
all
naught
!
I
can
behold
no
longer
.
Th’
Antoniad
,
the
Egyptian
admiral
,
With
all
their
sixty
,
fly
and
turn
the
rudder
.
To
see
’t
mine
eyes
are
blasted
.
Enter
Scarus
.
Gods
and
goddesses
,
All
the
whole
synod
of
them
!
What’s
thy
passion
?
The
greater
cantle
of
the
world
is
lost
With
very
ignorance
.
We
have
kissed
away
Kingdoms
and
provinces
.
How
appears
the
fight
?
On
our
side
,
like
the
tokened
pestilence
,
Where
death
is
sure
.
Yon
ribaudred
nag
of
Egypt
,
Whom
leprosy
o’ertake
,
i’
th’
midst
o’
th’
fight
,
When
vantage
like
a
pair
of
twins
appeared
ACT 3. SC. 10
Both
as
the
same
—
or
,
rather
,
ours
the
elder
—
The
breeze
upon
her
like
a
cow
in
June
,
Hoists
sails
and
flies
.
That
I
beheld
.
Mine
eyes
did
sicken
at
the
sight
and
could
not
Endure
a
further
view
.
She
once
being
loofed
,
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
,
honor
ne’er
before
Did
violate
so
itself
.
Alack
,
alack
.
Enter
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
.
Ay
,
are
you
thereabouts
?
Why
then
goodnight
indeed
.
Toward
Peloponnesus
are
they
fled
.
’Tis
easy
to
’t
,
and
there
I
will
attend
What
further
comes
.
He
exits
.
To
Caesar
will
I
render
My
legions
and
my
horse
.
Six
kings
already
Show
me
the
way
of
yielding
.
He
exits
.
I’ll
yet
follow
The
wounded
chance
of
Antony
,
though
my
reason
Sits
in
the
wind
against
me
.
He
exits
.
ACT 3. SC. 11
Scene
11
Enter
Antony
with
Attendants
.
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
forever
.
I
have
a
ship
Laden
with
gold
.
Take
that
,
divide
it
.
Fly
,
And
make
your
peace
with
Caesar
.
Fly
?
Not
we
!
I
have
fled
myself
and
have
instructed
cowards
To
run
and
show
their
shoulders
.
Friends
,
begone
.
I
have
myself
resolved
upon
a
course
Which
has
no
need
of
you
.
Begone
.
My
treasure’s
in
the
harbor
;
take
it
.
O
,
I
followed
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
,
begone
.
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
seaside
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
.
Attendants
move
aside
.
Antony
sits
down
.
Enter
Cleopatra
led
by
Charmian
,
Iras
,
and
Eros
.
Nay
,
gentle
madam
,
to
him
,
comfort
him
.
ACT 3. SC. 11
Do
,
most
dear
queen
.
Do
!
Why
,
what
else
?
Let
me
sit
down
.
O
Juno
!
She
sits
down
.
No
,
no
,
no
,
no
,
no
.
See
you
here
,
sir
?
Oh
fie
,
fie
,
fie
!
Madam
.
Madam
,
O
good
empress
!
Sir
,
sir
—
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
practice
had
In
the
brave
squares
of
war
,
yet
now
—
no
matter
.
Ah
,
stand
by
.
The
Queen
,
my
lord
,
the
Queen
.
Go
to
him
,
madam
;
speak
to
him
.
He’s
unqualitied
with
very
shame
.
,
rising
Well
,
then
,
sustain
me
.
O
!
Most
noble
sir
,
arise
.
The
Queen
approaches
.
Her
head’s
declined
,
and
death
will
seize
her
but
Your
comfort
makes
the
rescue
.
I
have
offended
reputation
,
A
most
unnoble
swerving
.
Sir
,
the
Queen
.
,
rising
O
,
whither
hast
them
led
me
,
Egypt
?
See
How
I
convey
my
shame
out
of
thine
eyes
,
By
looking
back
what
I
have
left
behind
’Stroyed
in
dishonor
.
ACT 3. SC. 12
O
,
my
lord
,
my
lord
,
Forgive
my
fearful
sails
!
I
little
thought
You
would
have
followed
.
Egypt
,
thou
knew’st
too
well
My
heart
was
to
thy
rudder
tied
by
th’
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
.
O
,
my
pardon
!
Now
I
must
To
the
young
man
send
humble
treaties
,
dodge
And
palter
in
the
shifts
of
lowness
,
who
With
half
the
bulk
o’
th’
world
played
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
.
Pardon
,
pardon
!
Fall
not
a
tear
,
I
say
;
one
of
them
rates
All
that
is
won
and
lost
.
Give
me
a
kiss
.
They
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
12
Enter
Caesar
,
Agrippa
,
Thidias
,
and
Dolabella
,
with
others
.
Let
him
appear
that’s
come
from
Antony
.
Know
you
him
?
ACT 3. SC. 12
Caesar
,
’tis
his
schoolmaster
—
An
argument
that
he
is
plucked
,
when
hither
He
sends
so
poor
a
pinion
of
his
wing
,
Which
had
superfluous
kings
for
messengers
Not
many
moons
gone
by
.
Enter
Ambassador
from
Antony
.
Approach
,
and
speak
.
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
.
Be
’t
so
.
Declare
thine
office
.
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
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
.
For
Antony
,
I
have
no
ears
to
his
request
.
The
Queen
Of
audience
nor
desire
shall
fail
,
so
she
From
Egypt
drive
her
all-disgracèd
friend
,
Or
take
his
life
there
.
This
if
she
perform
,
She
shall
not
sue
unheard
.
So
to
them
both
.
Fortune
pursue
thee
!
Bring
him
through
the
bands
.
Ambassador
exits
,
with
Attendants
.
To
Thidias
.
To
try
thy
eloquence
now
’tis
time
.
Dispatch
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
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-touched
vestal
.
Try
thy
cunning
,
Thidias
.
Make
thine
own
edict
for
thy
pains
,
which
we
Will
answer
as
a
law
.
Caesar
,
I
go
.
Observe
how
Antony
becomes
his
flaw
,
And
what
thou
think’st
his
very
action
speaks
In
every
power
that
moves
.
Caesar
,
I
shall
.
They
exit
.
Scene
13
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Enobarbus
,
Charmian
,
and
Iras
.
What
shall
we
do
,
Enobarbus
?
Think
,
and
die
.
Is
Antony
or
we
in
fault
for
this
?
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
nicked
his
captainship
,
at
such
a
point
,
When
half
to
half
the
world
opposed
,
he
being
The
merèd
question
.
’Twas
a
shame
no
less
Than
was
his
loss
,
to
course
your
flying
flags
And
leave
his
navy
gazing
.
Prithee
,
peace
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
Enter
the
Ambassador
with
Antony
.
Is
that
his
answer
?
Ay
,
my
lord
.
The
Queen
shall
then
have
courtesy
,
so
she
Will
yield
us
up
?
He
says
so
.
Let
her
know
’t
.
—
To
the
boy
Caesar
send
this
grizzled
head
,
And
he
will
fill
thy
wishes
to
the
brim
With
principalities
.
That
head
,
my
lord
?
,
to
Ambassador
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’
th’
command
of
Caesar
.
I
dare
him
therefore
To
lay
his
gay
caparisons
apart
And
answer
me
declined
,
sword
against
sword
,
Ourselves
alone
.
I’ll
write
it
.
Follow
me
.
Antony
and
Ambassador
exit
.
,
aside
Yes
,
like
enough
,
high-battled
Caesar
will
Unstate
his
happiness
and
be
staged
to
th’
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
Enter
a
Servant
.
A
messenger
from
Caesar
.
What
,
no
more
ceremony
?
See
,
my
women
,
Against
the
blown
rose
may
they
stop
their
nose
That
kneeled
unto
the
buds
.
—
Admit
him
,
sir
.
Servant
exits
.
,
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’
th’
story
.
Enter
Thidias
.
Caesar’s
will
?
Hear
it
apart
.
None
but
friends
.
Say
boldly
.
So
haply
are
they
friends
to
Antony
.
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
.
So
.
—
Thus
then
,
thou
most
renowned
:
Caesar
entreats
Not
to
consider
in
what
case
thou
stand’st
Further
than
he
is
Caesar
.
Go
on
;
right
royal
.
He
knows
that
you
embrace
not
Antony
As
you
did
love
,
but
as
you
feared
him
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
O
!
The
scars
upon
your
honor
therefore
he
Does
pity
as
constrainèd
blemishes
,
Not
as
deserved
.
He
is
a
god
and
knows
What
is
most
right
.
Mine
honor
was
not
yielded
,
But
conquered
merely
.
,
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
.
Enobarbus
exits
.
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
shroud
,
The
universal
landlord
.
What’s
your
name
?
My
name
is
Thidias
.
Most
kind
messenger
,
Say
to
great
Caesar
this
in
deputation
:
I
kiss
his
conqu’ring
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
.
’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
.
She
gives
him
her
hand
to
kiss
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
Your
Caesar’s
father
oft
,
When
he
hath
mused
of
taking
kingdoms
in
,
Bestowed
his
lips
on
that
unworthy
place
As
it
rained
kisses
.
Enter
Antony
and
Enobarbus
.
Favors
?
By
Jove
that
thunders
!
What
art
thou
,
fellow
?
One
that
but
performs
The
bidding
of
the
fullest
man
and
worthiest
To
have
command
obeyed
.
You
will
be
whipped
.
,
calling
for
Servants
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
Servants
.
Take
hence
this
jack
and
whip
him
.
,
aside
’Tis
better
playing
with
a
lion’s
whelp
Than
with
an
old
one
dying
.
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
.
Mark
Antony
—
ACT 3. SC. 13
Tug
him
away
.
Being
whipped
,
Bring
him
again
.
This
jack
of
Caesar’s
shall
Bear
us
an
errand
to
him
.
Servants
exit
with
Thidias
.
To
Cleopatra
.
You
were
half
blasted
ere
I
knew
you
.
Ha
!
Have
I
my
pillow
left
unpressed
in
Rome
,
Forborne
the
getting
of
a
lawful
race
,
And
by
a
gem
of
women
,
to
be
abused
By
one
that
looks
on
feeders
?
Good
my
lord
—
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
.
O
,
is
’t
come
to
this
?
I
found
you
as
a
morsel
cold
upon
Dead
Caesar’s
trencher
;
nay
,
you
were
a
fragment
Of
Gneius
Pompey’s
,
besides
what
hotter
hours
,
Unregistered
in
vulgar
fame
,
you
have
Luxuriously
picked
out
.
For
I
am
sure
,
Though
you
can
guess
what
temperance
should
be
,
You
know
not
what
it
is
.
Wherefore
is
this
?
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
hornèd
herd
!
For
I
have
savage
cause
,
And
to
proclaim
it
civilly
were
like
ACT 3. SC. 13
A
haltered
neck
which
does
the
hangman
thank
For
being
yare
about
him
.
Enter
a
Servant
with
Thidias
.
Is
he
whipped
?
Soundly
,
my
lord
.
Cried
he
?
And
begged
he
pardon
?
He
did
ask
favor
.
,
to
Thidias
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
whipped
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
th’
abysm
of
hell
.
If
he
mislike
My
speech
and
what
is
done
,
tell
him
he
has
Hipparchus
,
my
enfranchèd
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
!
Thidias
exits
.
Have
you
done
yet
?
Alack
,
our
terrene
moon
is
now
eclipsed
,
And
it
portends
alone
the
fall
of
Antony
.
I
must
stay
his
time
.
ACT 3. SC. 13
To
flatter
Caesar
,
would
you
mingle
eyes
With
one
that
ties
his
points
?
Not
know
me
yet
?
Coldhearted
toward
me
?
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
!
I
am
satisfied
.
Caesar
sits
down
in
Alexandria
,
where
I
will
oppose
his
fate
.
Our
force
by
land
Hath
nobly
held
;
our
severed
navy
too
Have
knit
again
,
and
fleet
,
threatening
most
sealike
.
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
.
That’s
my
brave
lord
!
I
will
be
treble-sinewed
,
-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
ACT 3. SC. 13
All
my
sad
captains
.
Fill
our
bowls
once
more
.
Let’s
mock
the
midnight
bell
.
It
is
my
birthday
.
I
had
thought
t’
have
held
it
poor
.
But
since
my
lord
Is
Antony
again
,
I
will
be
Cleopatra
.
We
will
yet
do
well
.
Call
all
his
noble
captains
to
my
lord
.
Do
so
;
we’ll
speak
to
them
,
and
tonight
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
.
All
but
Enobarbus
exit
.
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
valor
preys
on
reason
,
It
eats
the
sword
it
fights
with
.
I
will
seek
Some
way
to
leave
him
.
He
exits
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Caesar
,
Agrippa
,
and
Maecenas
,
with
his
army
,
Caesar
reading
a
letter
.
He
calls
me
boy
,
and
chides
as
he
had
power
To
beat
me
out
of
Egypt
.
My
messenger
He
hath
whipped
with
rods
,
dares
me
to
personal
combat
,
Caesar
to
Antony
.
Let
the
old
ruffian
know
I
have
many
other
ways
to
die
;
meantime
Laugh
at
his
challenge
.
Caesar
must
think
,
When
one
so
great
begins
to
rage
,
he’s
hunted
Even
to
falling
.
Give
him
no
breath
,
but
now
Make
boot
of
his
distraction
.
Never
anger
Made
good
guard
for
itself
.
Let
our
best
heads
Know
that
tomorrow
the
last
of
many
battles
We
mean
to
fight
.
Within
our
files
there
are
,
Of
those
that
served
Mark
Antony
but
late
,
Enough
to
fetch
him
in
.
See
it
done
,
And
feast
the
army
;
we
have
store
to
do
’t
,
And
they
have
earned
the
waste
.
Poor
Antony
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Antony
,
Cleopatra
,
Enobarbus
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
with
others
.
He
will
not
fight
with
me
,
Domitius
?
No
.
Why
should
he
not
?
He
thinks
,
being
twenty
times
of
better
fortune
,
He
is
twenty
men
to
one
.
Tomorrow
,
soldier
,
By
sea
and
land
I’ll
fight
.
Or
I
will
live
Or
bathe
my
dying
honor
in
the
blood
Shall
make
it
live
again
.
Woo’t
thou
fight
well
?
I’ll
strike
and
cry
Take
all
.
Well
said
.
Come
on
.
Call
forth
my
household
servants
.
Enter
three
or
four
Servitors
.
Let’s
tonight
Be
bounteous
at
our
meal
.
—
Give
me
thy
hand
;
Thou
hast
been
rightly
honest
.
—
So
hast
thou
,
—
Thou
,
—
and
thou
,
—
and
thou
.
You
have
served
me
well
,
And
kings
have
been
your
fellows
.
,
aside
to
Enobarbus
What
means
this
?
,
aside
to
Cleopatra
’Tis
one
of
those
odd
tricks
which
sorrow
shoots
Out
of
the
mind
.
,
to
another
Servitor
And
thou
art
honest
too
.
I
wish
I
could
be
made
so
many
men
,
And
all
of
you
clapped
up
together
in
An
Antony
,
that
I
might
do
you
service
So
good
as
you
have
done
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
The
gods
forbid
!
Well
,
my
good
fellows
,
wait
on
me
tonight
.
Scant
not
my
cups
,
and
make
as
much
of
me
As
when
mine
empire
was
your
fellow
too
And
suffered
my
command
.
,
aside
to
Enobarbus
What
does
he
mean
?
,
aside
to
Cleopatra
To
make
his
followers
weep
.
,
to
the
Servitors
Tend
me
tonight
;
May
be
it
is
the
period
of
your
duty
.
Haply
you
shall
not
see
me
more
,
or
if
,
A
mangled
shadow
.
Perchance
tomorrow
You’ll
serve
another
master
.
I
look
on
you
As
one
that
takes
his
leave
.
Mine
honest
friends
,
I
turn
you
not
away
,
but
,
like
a
master
Married
to
your
good
service
,
stay
till
death
.
Tend
me
tonight
two
hours
—
I
ask
no
more
—
And
the
gods
yield
you
for
’t
!
What
mean
you
,
sir
,
To
give
them
this
discomfort
?
Look
,
they
weep
,
And
I
,
an
ass
,
am
onion-eyed
.
For
shame
,
Transform
us
not
to
women
.
Ho
,
ho
,
ho
!
Now
the
witch
take
me
if
I
meant
it
thus
!
Grace
grow
where
those
drops
fall
!
My
hearty
friends
,
You
take
me
in
too
dolorous
a
sense
,
For
I
spake
to
you
for
your
comfort
,
did
desire
you
To
burn
this
night
with
torches
.
Know
,
my
hearts
,
I
hope
well
of
tomorrow
,
and
will
lead
you
Where
rather
I’ll
expect
victorious
life
Than
death
and
honor
.
Let’s
to
supper
,
come
,
And
drown
consideration
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
a
company
of
Soldiers
.
Brother
,
goodnight
.
Tomorrow
is
the
day
.
It
will
determine
one
way
.
Fare
you
well
.
Heard
you
of
nothing
strange
about
the
streets
?
Nothing
.
What
news
?
Belike
’tis
but
a
rumor
.
Goodnight
to
you
.
Well
,
sir
,
goodnight
.
They
meet
other
Soldiers
who
are
entering
.
Soldiers
,
have
careful
watch
.
And
you
.
Goodnight
,
goodnight
.
They
place
themselves
in
every
corner
of
the
stage
.
Here
we
;
and
if
tomorrow
Our
navy
thrive
,
I
have
an
absolute
hope
Our
landmen
will
stand
up
.
’Tis
a
brave
army
,
and
full
of
purpose
.
Music
of
the
hautboys
is
under
the
stage
.
Peace
.
What
noise
?
List
,
list
!
Hark
!
Music
i’
th’
air
.
Under
the
earth
.
It
signs
well
,
does
it
not
?
No
.
Peace
,
I
say
.
What
should
this
mean
?
’Tis
the
god
Hercules
,
whom
Antony
loved
,
Now
leaves
him
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
Walk
.
Let’s
see
if
other
watchmen
Do
hear
what
we
do
.
How
now
,
masters
?
Speak
together
.
How
now
?
How
now
?
Do
you
hear
this
?
Ay
.
Is
’t
not
strange
?
Do
you
hear
,
masters
?
Do
you
hear
?
Follow
the
noise
so
far
as
we
have
quarter
.
Let’s
see
how
it
will
give
off
.
Content
.
’Tis
strange
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Antony
and
Cleopatra
,
with
Charmian
,
and
others
.
,
calling
Eros
!
Mine
armor
,
Eros
!
Sleep
a
little
.
No
,
my
chuck
.
—
Eros
,
come
,
mine
armor
,
Eros
.
Enter
Eros
,
carrying
armor
.
Come
,
good
fellow
,
put
thine
iron
on
.
If
fortune
be
not
ours
today
,
it
is
Because
we
brave
her
.
Come
.
Nay
,
I’ll
help
too
.
What’s
this
for
?
Ah
,
let
be
,
let
be
!
Thou
art
The
armorer
of
my
heart
.
False
,
false
.
This
,
this
!
Sooth
,
la
,
I’ll
help
.
Thus
it
must
be
.
Well
,
well
,
We
shall
thrive
now
.
—
Seest
thou
,
my
good
fellow
?
Go
,
put
on
thy
defenses
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
Briefly
,
sir
.
Is
not
this
buckled
well
?
Rarely
,
rarely
.
He
that
unbuckles
this
,
till
we
do
please
To
daff
’t
for
our
repose
,
shall
hear
a
storm
.
—
Thou
fumblest
,
Eros
,
and
my
queen’s
a
squire
More
tight
at
this
than
thou
.
Dispatch
.
—
O
love
,
That
thou
couldst
see
my
wars
today
,
and
knew’st
The
royal
occupation
,
thou
shouldst
see
A
workman
in
’t
.
Enter
an
armed
Soldier
.
Good
morrow
to
thee
.
Welcome
.
Thou
look’st
like
him
that
knows
a
warlike
charge
.
To
business
that
we
love
we
rise
betime
And
go
to
’t
with
delight
.
A
thousand
,
sir
,
Early
though
’t
be
,
have
on
their
riveted
trim
And
at
the
port
expect
you
.
Shout
.
Trumpets
flourish
.
Enter
Captains
and
Soldiers
.
The
morn
is
fair
.
Good
morrow
,
general
.
Good
morrow
,
general
.
’Tis
well
blown
,
lads
.
This
morning
,
like
the
spirit
of
a
youth
That
means
to
be
of
note
,
begins
betimes
.
So
,
so
.
—
Come
,
give
me
that
.
This
way
.
—
Well
said
.
—
Fare
thee
well
,
dame
.
He
kisses
her
.
Whate’er
becomes
of
me
,
This
is
a
soldier’s
kiss
.
Rebukable
And
worthy
shameful
check
it
were
to
stand
On
more
mechanic
compliment
.
I’ll
leave
thee
ACT 4. SC. 5
Now
like
a
man
of
steel
.
—
You
that
will
fight
,
Follow
me
close
.
I’ll
bring
you
to
’t
.
—
Adieu
.
Antony
,
Eros
,
Captains
,
and
Soldiers
exit
.
Please
you
retire
to
your
chamber
?
Lead
me
.
He
goes
forth
gallantly
.
That
he
and
Caesar
might
Determine
this
great
war
in
single
fight
,
Then
Antony
—
but
now
—
.
Well
,
on
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Trumpets
sound
.
Enter
Antony
and
Eros
,
and
a
Soldier
who
meets
them
.
The
gods
make
this
a
happy
day
to
Antony
.
Would
thou
and
those
thy
scars
had
once
prevailed
To
make
me
fight
at
land
.
Had’st
thou
done
so
,
The
kings
that
have
revolted
and
the
soldier
That
has
this
morning
left
thee
would
have
still
Followed
thy
heels
.
Who’s
gone
this
morning
?
Who
?
One
ever
near
thee
.
Call
for
Enobarbus
,
He
shall
not
hear
thee
,
or
from
Caesar’s
camp
Say
I
am
none
of
thine
.
What
sayest
thou
?
Sir
,
He
is
with
Caesar
.
Sir
,
his
chests
and
treasure
He
has
not
with
him
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
Is
he
gone
?
Most
certain
.
Go
,
Eros
,
send
his
treasure
after
.
Do
it
.
Detain
no
jot
,
I
charge
thee
.
Write
to
him
—
I
will
subscribe
—
gentle
adieus
and
greetings
.
Say
that
I
wish
he
never
find
more
cause
To
change
a
master
.
O
,
my
fortunes
have
Corrupted
honest
men
.
Dispatch
.
—
Enobarbus
!
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Flourish
.
Enter
Agrippa
,
Caesar
,
with
Enobarbus
and
Dolabella
.
Go
forth
,
Agrippa
,
and
begin
the
fight
.
Our
will
is
Antony
be
took
alive
;
Make
it
so
known
.
Caesar
,
I
shall
.
He
exits
.
The
time
of
universal
peace
is
near
.
Prove
this
a
prosp’rous
day
,
the
three-nooked
world
Shall
bear
the
olive
freely
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Antony
Is
come
into
the
field
.
Go
charge
Agrippa
Plant
those
that
have
revolted
in
the
vant
That
Antony
may
seem
to
spend
his
fury
Upon
himself
.
All
but
Enobarbus
exit
.
Alexas
did
revolt
and
went
to
Jewry
on
ACT 4. SC. 6
Affairs
of
Antony
,
there
did
dissuade
Great
Herod
to
incline
himself
to
Caesar
And
leave
his
master
Antony
.
For
this
pains
,
Caesar
hath
hanged
him
.
Canidius
and
the
rest
That
fell
away
have
entertainment
but
No
honorable
trust
.
I
have
done
ill
,
Of
which
I
do
accuse
myself
so
sorely
That
I
will
joy
no
more
.
Enter
a
Soldier
of
Caesar’s
.
Enobarbus
,
Antony
Hath
after
thee
sent
all
thy
treasure
,
with
His
bounty
overplus
.
The
messenger
Came
on
my
guard
,
and
at
thy
tent
is
now
Unloading
of
his
mules
.
I
give
it
you
.
Mock
not
,
Enobarbus
.
I
tell
you
true
.
Best
you
safed
the
bringer
Out
of
the
host
.
I
must
attend
mine
office
Or
would
have
done
’t
myself
.
Your
emperor
Continues
still
a
Jove
.
He
exits
.
I
am
alone
the
villain
of
the
Earth
earth
,
And
feel
I
am
so
most
.
O
Antony
,
Thou
mine
of
bounty
,
how
wouldst
thou
have
paid
My
better
service
,
when
my
turpitude
Thou
dost
so
crown
with
gold
!
This
blows
my
heart
.
If
swift
thought
break
it
not
,
a
swifter
mean
Shall
outstrike
thought
,
but
thought
will
do
’t
,
I
feel
.
I
fight
against
thee
?
No
.
I
will
go
seek
Some
ditch
wherein
to
die
;
the
foul’st
best
fits
My
latter
part
of
life
.
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 7
Scene
7
Alarum
,
Drums
and
Trumpets
.
Enter
Agrippa
,
with
other
of
Caesar’s
soldiers
.
Retire
!
We
have
engaged
ourselves
too
far
.
Caesar
himself
has
work
,
and
our
oppression
Exceeds
what
we
expected
.
They
exit
.
Alarums
.
Enter
Antony
,
and
Scarus
wounded
.
O
my
brave
emperor
,
this
is
fought
indeed
!
Had
we
done
so
at
first
,
we
had
droven
them
home
With
clouts
about
their
heads
.
Thou
bleed’st
apace
.
I
had
a
wound
here
that
was
like
a
T
,
But
now
’tis
made
an
H
.
Sound
of
retreat
far
off
.
They
do
retire
.
We’ll
beat
’em
into
bench-holes
.
I
have
yet
Room
for
six
scotches
more
.
Enter
Eros
.
They
are
beaten
,
sir
,
and
our
advantage
serves
For
a
fair
victory
.
Let
us
score
their
backs
And
snatch
’em
up
as
we
take
hares
,
behind
.
’Tis
sport
to
maul
a
runner
.
I
will
reward
thee
Once
for
thy
sprightly
comfort
and
tenfold
For
thy
good
valor
.
Come
thee
on
.
I’ll
halt
after
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 8
Scene
8
Alarum
.
Enter
Antony
again
in
a
march
;
Scarus
,
with
others
.
We
have
beat
him
to
his
camp
.
Run
one
before
And
let
the
Queen
know
of
our
gests
.
A
Soldier
exits
.
Tomorrow
Before
the
sun
shall
see
’s
,
we’ll
spill
the
blood
That
has
today
escaped
.
I
thank
you
all
,
For
doughty-handed
are
you
,
and
have
fought
Not
as
you
served
the
cause
,
but
as
’t
had
been
Each
man’s
like
mine
.
You
have
shown
all
Hectors
.
Enter
the
city
.
Clip
your
wives
,
your
friends
.
Tell
them
your
feats
,
whilst
they
with
joyful
tears
Wash
the
congealment
from
your
wounds
and
kiss
The
honored
gashes
whole
.
Enter
Cleopatra
.
To
Scarus
.
Give
me
thy
hand
.
To
this
great
fairy
I’ll
commend
thy
acts
,
Make
her
thanks
bless
thee
.
—
O
,
thou
day
o’
th’
world
,
Chain
mine
armed
neck
.
Leap
thou
,
attire
and
all
,
Through
proof
of
harness
to
my
heart
,
and
there
Ride
on
the
pants
triumphing
.
Lord
of
lords
!
O
infinite
virtue
,
com’st
thou
smiling
from
The
world’s
great
snare
uncaught
?
Mine
nightingale
,
We
have
beat
them
to
their
beds
.
What
,
girl
,
though
gray
Do
something
mingle
with
our
younger
brown
,
yet
ha’
we
ACT 4. SC. 9
A
brain
that
nourishes
our
nerves
and
can
Get
goal
for
goal
of
youth
.
Behold
this
man
.
Commend
unto
his
lips
thy
favoring
hand
.
—
Kiss
it
,
my
warrior
.
Scarus
kisses
her
hand
.
He
hath
fought
today
As
if
a
god
in
hate
of
mankind
had
Destroyed
in
such
a
shape
.
,
to
Scarus
I’ll
give
thee
,
friend
,
An
armor
all
of
gold
.
It
was
a
king’s
.
He
has
deserved
it
,
were
it
carbuncled
Like
holy
Phoebus’
car
.
Give
me
thy
hand
.
Through
Alexandria
make
a
jolly
march
.
Bear
our
hacked
targets
like
the
men
that
owe
them
.
Had
our
great
palace
the
capacity
To
camp
this
host
,
we
all
would
sup
together
And
drink
carouses
to
the
next
day’s
fate
,
Which
promises
royal
peril
.
—
Trumpeters
,
With
brazen
din
blast
you
the
city’s
ear
.
Make
mingle
with
our
rattling
taborins
,
That
heaven
and
Earth
earth
may
strike
their
sounds
together
,
Applauding
our
approach
.
They
exit
.
Scene
9
Enter
a
Sentry
and
his
company
.
Enobarbus
follows
.
If
we
be
not
relieved
within
this
hour
,
We
must
return
to
th’
court
of
guard
.
The
night
Is
shiny
,
and
they
say
we
shall
embattle
By
th’
second
hour
i’
th’
morn
.
ACT 4. SC. 9
This
last
day
was
a
shrewd
one
to
’s
.
O
,
bear
me
witness
,
night
—
What
man
is
this
?
Stand
close
,
and
list
him
.
Be
witness
to
me
,
O
thou
blessèd
moon
,
When
men
revolted
shall
upon
record
Bear
hateful
memory
,
poor
Enobarbus
did
Before
thy
face
repent
.
Enobarbus
?
Peace
!
Hark
further
.
O
sovereign
mistress
of
true
melancholy
,
The
poisonous
damp
of
night
dispunge
upon
me
,
That
life
,
a
very
rebel
to
my
will
,
May
hang
no
longer
on
me
.
Throw
my
heart
Against
the
flint
and
hardness
of
my
fault
,
Which
,
being
dried
with
grief
,
will
break
to
powder
And
finish
all
foul
thoughts
.
O
Antony
,
Nobler
than
my
revolt
is
infamous
,
Forgive
me
in
thine
own
particular
,
But
let
the
world
rank
me
in
register
A
master-leaver
and
a
fugitive
.
O
Antony
!
O
Antony
!
He
dies
.
Let’s
speak
to
him
.
Let’s
hear
him
,
for
the
things
he
speaks
may
concern
Caesar
.
Let’s
do
so
.
But
he
sleeps
.
Swoons
rather
,
for
so
bad
a
prayer
as
his
Was
never
yet
for
sleep
.
Go
we
to
him
.
Awake
,
sir
,
awake
!
Speak
to
us
.
Hear
you
,
sir
?
The
hand
of
death
hath
raught
him
.
Drums
afar
off
.
ACT 4. SC. 11
Hark
,
the
drums
Demurely
wake
the
sleepers
.
Let
us
bear
him
To
th’
court
of
guard
;
he
is
of
note
.
Our
hour
Is
fully
out
.
Come
on
then
.
He
may
recover
yet
.
They
exit
,
carrying
Enobarbus’
body
.
Scene
10
Enter
Antony
and
Scarus
,
with
their
army
.
Their
preparation
is
today
by
sea
;
We
please
them
not
by
land
.
For
both
,
my
lord
.
I
would
they’d
fight
i’
th’
fire
or
i’
th’
air
;
We’d
fight
there
too
.
But
this
it
is
:
our
foot
Upon
the
hills
adjoining
to
the
city
Shall
stay
with
us
—
order
for
sea
is
given
;
They
have
put
forth
the
haven
—
Where
their
appointment
we
may
best
discover
And
look
on
their
endeavor
.
They
exit
.
Scene
11
Enter
Caesar
and
his
army
.
But
being
charged
,
we
will
be
still
by
land
—
Which
,
as
I
take
’t
,
we
shall
,
for
his
best
force
Is
forth
to
man
his
galleys
.
To
the
vales
,
And
hold
our
best
advantage
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 12
Scene
12
Enter
Antony
and
Scarus
.
Yet
they
are
not
joined
.
Where
yond
pine
does
stand
,
I
shall
discover
all
.
I’ll
bring
thee
word
Straight
how
’tis
like
to
go
.
He
exits
.
Alarum
afar
off
,
as
at
a
sea
fight
.
Swallows
have
built
In
Cleopatra’s
sails
their
nests
.
The
augurs
Say
they
know
not
,
they
cannot
tell
,
look
grimly
And
dare
not
speak
their
knowledge
.
Antony
Is
valiant
and
dejected
,
and
by
starts
His
fretted
fortunes
give
him
hope
and
fear
Of
what
he
has
and
has
not
.
Enter
Antony
.
All
is
lost
!
This
foul
Egyptian
hath
betrayèd
me
.
My
fleet
hath
yielded
to
the
foe
,
and
yonder
They
cast
their
caps
up
and
carouse
together
Like
friends
long
lost
.
Triple-turned
whore
!
’Tis
thou
Hast
sold
me
to
this
novice
,
and
my
heart
Makes
only
wars
on
thee
.
Bid
them
all
fly
—
For
when
I
am
revenged
upon
my
charm
,
I
have
done
all
.
Bid
them
all
fly
.
Begone
!
Scarus
exits
.
O
sun
,
thy
uprise
shall
I
see
no
more
.
Fortune
and
Antony
part
here
;
even
here
Do
we
shake
hands
.
All
come
to
this
?
The
hearts
That
spanieled
me
at
heels
,
to
whom
I
gave
Their
wishes
,
do
discandy
,
melt
their
sweets
On
blossoming
Caesar
,
and
this
pine
is
barked
That
overtopped
them
all
.
Betrayed
I
am
.
O
,
this
false
soul
of
Egypt
!
This
grave
charm
,
ACT 4. SC. 12
Whose
eye
becked
forth
my
wars
and
called
them
home
,
Whose
bosom
was
my
crownet
,
my
chief
end
,
Like
a
right
gypsy
hath
at
fast
and
loose
Beguiled
me
to
the
very
heart
of
loss
.
—
What
Eros
,
Eros
!
Enter
Cleopatra
.
Ah
,
thou
spell
!
Avaunt
!
Why
is
my
lord
enraged
against
his
love
?
Vanish
,
or
I
shall
give
thee
thy
deserving
And
blemish
Caesar’s
triumph
.
Let
him
take
thee
And
hoist
thee
up
to
the
shouting
plebeians
!
Follow
his
chariot
,
like
the
greatest
spot
Of
all
thy
sex
;
most
monster-like
be
shown
For
poor’st
diminutives
,
for
dolts
,
and
let
Patient
Octavia
plow
thy
visage
up
With
her
preparèd
nails
.
Cleopatra
exits
.
’Tis
well
th’
art
gone
,
If
it
be
well
to
live
.
But
better
’twere
Thou
fell’st
into
my
fury
,
for
one
death
Might
have
prevented
many
.
—
Eros
,
ho
!
—
The
shirt
of
Nessus
is
upon
me
.
Teach
me
,
Alcides
,
thou
mine
ancestor
,
thy
rage
.
Let
me
lodge
Lichas
on
the
horns
o’
th’
moon
,
And
with
those
hands
that
grasped
the
heaviest
club
Subdue
my
worthiest
self
.
The
witch
shall
die
.
To
the
young
Roman
boy
she
hath
sold
me
,
and
I
fall
Under
this
plot
.
She
dies
for
’t
.
—
Eros
,
ho
!
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 14
Scene
13
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
Iras
,
and
Mardian
.
Help
me
,
my
women
!
O
,
he’s
more
mad
Than
Telamon
for
his
shield
;
the
boar
of
Thessaly
Was
never
so
embossed
.
To
th’
monument
!
There
lock
yourself
and
send
him
word
you
are
dead
.
The
soul
and
body
rive
not
more
in
parting
Than
greatness
going
off
.
To
th’
monument
!
—
Mardian
,
go
tell
him
I
have
slain
myself
.
Say
that
the
last
I
spoke
was
Antony
,
And
word
it
,
prithee
,
piteously
.
Hence
,
Mardian
,
And
bring
me
how
he
takes
my
death
.
—
To
th’
monument
!
They
exit
.
Scene
14
Enter
Antony
and
Eros
.
Eros
,
thou
yet
behold’st
me
?
Ay
,
noble
lord
.
Sometime
we
see
a
cloud
that’s
dragonish
,
A
vapor
sometime
like
a
bear
or
lion
,
A
towered
citadel
,
a
pendent
rock
,
A
forkèd
mountain
,
or
blue
promontory
With
trees
upon
’t
that
nod
unto
the
world
And
mock
our
eyes
with
air
.
Thou
hast
seen
these
signs
.
They
are
black
vesper’s
pageants
.
Ay
,
my
lord
.
ACT 4. SC. 14
That
which
is
now
a
horse
,
even
with
a
thought
The
rack
dislimns
and
makes
it
indistinct
As
water
is
in
water
.
It
does
,
my
lord
.
My
good
knave
Eros
,
now
thy
captain
is
Even
such
a
body
.
Here
I
am
Antony
,
Yet
cannot
hold
this
visible
shape
,
my
knave
.
I
made
these
wars
for
Egypt
,
and
the
Queen
,
Whose
heart
I
thought
I
had
,
for
she
had
mine
—
Which
whilst
it
was
mine
had
annexed
unto
’t
A
million
more
,
now
lost
—
she
,
Eros
,
has
Packed
cards
with
Caesar
and
false-played
my
glory
Unto
an
enemy’s
triumph
.
Nay
,
weep
not
,
gentle
Eros
.
There
is
left
us
Ourselves
to
end
ourselves
.
Enter
Mardian
.
O
,
thy
vile
lady
!
She
has
robbed
me
of
my
sword
.
No
,
Antony
,
My
mistress
loved
thee
and
her
fortunes
mingled
With
thine
entirely
.
Hence
,
saucy
eunuch
!
Peace
!
She
hath
betrayed
me
and
shall
die
the
death
.
Death
of
one
person
can
be
paid
but
once
,
And
that
she
has
discharged
.
What
thou
wouldst
do
Is
done
unto
thy
hand
.
The
last
she
spake
Was
Antony
,
most
noble
Antony
.
Then
in
the
midst
a
tearing
groan
did
break
The
name
of
Antony
;
it
was
divided
Between
her
heart
and
lips
.
She
rendered
life
Thy
name
so
buried
in
her
.
ACT 4. SC. 14
Dead
,
then
?
Dead
.
Unarm
,
Eros
.
The
long
day’s
task
is
done
,
And
we
must
sleep
.
—
That
thou
depart’st
hence
safe
Does
pay
thy
labor
richly
.
Go
.
Mardian
exits
.
Off
,
pluck
off
!
Eros
begins
to
remove
Antony’s
armor
.
The
sevenfold
shield
of
Ajax
cannot
keep
The
battery
from
my
heart
.
O
,
cleave
,
my
sides
!
Heart
,
once
be
stronger
than
thy
continent
;
Crack
thy
frail
case
.
Apace
,
Eros
,
apace
!
No
more
a
soldier
.
Bruisèd
pieces
,
go
.
You
have
been
nobly
borne
.
—
From
me
awhile
.
Eros
exits
.
I
will
o’ertake
thee
,
Cleopatra
,
and
Weep
for
my
pardon
.
So
it
must
be
,
for
now
All
length
is
torture
.
Since
the
torch
is
out
,
Lie
down
and
stray
no
farther
.
Now
all
labor
Mars
what
it
does
;
yea
,
very
force
entangles
Itself
with
strength
.
Seal
,
then
,
and
all
is
done
.
—
Eros
!
—
I
come
,
my
queen
.
—
Eros
!
—
Stay
for
me
.
Where
souls
do
couch
on
flowers
,
we’ll
hand
in
hand
,
And
with
our
sprightly
port
make
the
ghosts
gaze
.
Dido
and
her
Aeneas
shall
want
troops
,
And
all
the
haunt
be
ours
.
—
Come
,
Eros
,
Eros
!
Enter
Eros
.
What
would
my
lord
?
Since
Cleopatra
died
I
have
lived
in
such
dishonor
that
the
gods
Detest
my
baseness
.
I
,
that
with
my
sword
Quartered
the
world
and
o’er
green
Neptune’s
back
With
ships
made
cities
,
condemn
myself
to
lack
ACT 4. SC. 14
The
courage
of
a
woman
—
less
noble
mind
Than
she
which
,
by
her
death
,
our
Caesar
tells
I
am
conqueror
of
myself
.
Thou
art
sworn
,
Eros
,
That
when
the
exigent
should
come
,
which
now
Is
come
indeed
,
when
I
should
see
behind
me
Th’
inevitable
prosecution
of
Disgrace
and
horror
,
that
on
my
command
Thou
then
wouldst
kill
me
.
Do
’t
.
The
time
is
come
.
Thou
strik’st
not
me
;
’tis
Caesar
thou
defeat’st
.
Put
color
in
thy
cheek
.
The
gods
withhold
me
!
Shall
I
do
that
which
all
the
Parthian
darts
,
Though
enemy
,
lost
aim
and
could
not
?
Eros
,
Wouldst
thou
be
windowed
in
great
Rome
and
see
Thy
master
thus
with
pleached
arms
,
bending
down
His
corrigible
neck
,
his
face
subdued
To
penetrative
shame
,
whilst
the
wheeled
seat
Of
fortunate
Caesar
,
drawn
before
him
,
branded
His
baseness
that
ensued
?
I
would
not
see
’t
.
Come
,
then
,
for
with
a
wound
I
must
be
cured
.
Draw
that
thy
honest
sword
,
which
thou
hast
worn
Most
useful
for
thy
country
.
O
,
sir
,
pardon
me
!
When
I
did
make
thee
free
,
swor’st
thou
not
then
To
do
this
when
I
bade
thee
?
Do
it
at
once
,
Or
thy
precedent
services
are
all
But
accidents
unpurposed
.
Draw
,
and
come
.
Turn
from
me
then
that
noble
countenance
Wherein
the
worship
of
the
whole
world
lies
.
Lo
thee
!
He
turns
away
.
ACT 4. SC. 14
My
sword
is
drawn
.
Then
let
it
do
at
once
The
thing
why
thou
hast
drawn
it
.
My
dear
master
,
My
captain
,
and
my
emperor
,
let
me
say
,
Before
I
strike
this
bloody
stroke
,
farewell
.
’Tis
said
,
man
,
and
farewell
.
Farewell
,
great
chief
.
Shall
I
strike
now
?
Now
,
Eros
.
Why
,
there
,
then
.
Stabs
himself
.
Thus
I
do
escape
the
sorrow
Of
Antony’s
death
.
Dies
.
Thrice
nobler
than
myself
,
Thou
teachest
me
,
O
valiant
Eros
,
what
I
should
and
thou
couldst
not
.
My
queen
and
Eros
Have
by
their
brave
instruction
got
upon
me
A
nobleness
in
record
.
But
I
will
be
A
bridegroom
in
my
death
and
run
into
’t
As
to
a
lover’s
bed
.
Come
then
,
and
,
Eros
,
Thy
master
dies
thy
scholar
.
To
do
thus
I
learned
of
thee
.
He
stabs
himself
.
How
,
not
dead
?
Not
dead
?
The
guard
,
ho
!
O
,
dispatch
me
!
Enter
a
company
of
the
Guard
,
one
of
them
named
Dercetus
.
What’s
the
noise
?
I
have
done
my
work
ill
,
friends
.
O
,
make
an
end
Of
what
I
have
begun
!
The
star
is
fall’n
.
And
time
is
at
his
period
.
ACT 4. SC. 14
Alas
,
and
woe
!
Let
him
that
loves
me
strike
me
dead
.
Not
I
.
Nor
I
.
Nor
anyone
.
All
but
Antony
and
Dercetus
exit
.
Thy
death
and
fortunes
bid
thy
followers
fly
.
He
takes
Antony’s
sword
.
This
sword
but
shown
to
Caesar
with
this
tidings
Shall
enter
me
with
him
.
Enter
Diomedes
.
Where’s
Antony
?
There
,
Diomed
,
there
.
Lives
he
?
Wilt
thou
not
answer
,
man
?
Dercetus
exits
.
Art
thou
there
,
Diomed
?
Draw
thy
sword
,
and
give
me
Sufficing
strokes
for
death
.
Most
absolute
lord
,
My
mistress
Cleopatra
sent
me
to
thee
.
When
did
she
send
thee
?
Now
,
my
lord
.
Where
is
she
?
Locked
in
her
monument
.
She
had
a
prophesying
fear
Of
what
hath
come
to
pass
.
For
when
she
saw
—
Which
never
shall
be
found
—
you
did
suspect
She
had
disposed
with
Caesar
,
and
that
your
rage
Would
not
be
purged
,
she
sent
you
word
she
was
dead
;
But
fearing
since
how
it
might
work
,
hath
sent
ACT 4. SC. 15
Me
to
proclaim
the
truth
,
and
I
am
come
,
I
dread
,
too
late
.
Too
late
,
good
Diomed
.
Call
my
guard
,
I
prithee
.
What
ho
!
The
Emperor’s
guard
!
The
guard
,
what
ho
!
Come
,
your
lord
calls
.
Enter
four
or
five
of
the
Guard
of
Antony
.
Bear
me
,
good
friends
,
where
Cleopatra
bides
.
’Tis
the
last
service
that
I
shall
command
you
.
Woe
,
woe
are
we
,
sir
,
you
may
not
live
to
wear
All
your
true
followers
out
.
Most
heavy
day
!
Nay
,
good
my
fellows
,
do
not
please
sharp
fate
To
grace
it
with
your
sorrows
.
Bid
that
welcome
Which
comes
to
punish
us
,
and
we
punish
it
,
Seeming
to
bear
it
lightly
.
Take
me
up
.
I
have
led
you
oft
;
carry
me
now
,
good
friends
,
And
have
my
thanks
for
all
.
They
exit
bearing
Antony
and
the
body
of
Eros
.
Scene
15
Enter
Cleopatra
and
her
maids
aloft
,
with
Charmian
and
Iras
.
O
Charmian
,
I
will
never
go
from
hence
.
Be
comforted
,
dear
madam
.
No
,
I
will
not
.
All
strange
and
terrible
events
are
welcome
,
ACT 4. SC. 15
But
comforts
we
despise
.
Our
size
of
sorrow
,
Proportioned
to
our
cause
,
must
be
as
great
As
that
which
makes
it
.
Enter
Diomedes
below
.
How
now
?
Is
he
dead
?
His
death’s
upon
him
,
but
not
dead
.
Look
out
o’
th’
other
side
your
monument
.
His
guard
have
brought
him
thither
.
Enter
Antony
below
,
and
the
Guard
bearing
him
.
O
sun
,
Burn
the
great
sphere
thou
mov’st
in
.
Darkling
stand
The
varying
shore
o’
th’
world
!
O
Antony
,
Antony
,
Antony
!
Help
,
Charmian
!
Help
,
Iras
,
help
!
Help
,
friends
below
!
Let’s
draw
him
hither
.
Peace
!
Not
Caesar’s
valor
hath
o’erthrown
Antony
,
But
Antony’s
hath
triumphed
on
itself
.
So
it
should
be
that
none
but
Antony
Should
conquer
Antony
,
but
woe
’tis
so
!
I
am
dying
,
Egypt
,
dying
.
Only
I
here
importune
death
awhile
until
Of
many
thousand
kisses
the
poor
last
I
lay
upon
thy
lips
.
I
dare
not
,
dear
,
Dear
my
lord
,
pardon
,
I
dare
not
,
Lest
I
be
taken
.
Not
th’
imperious
show
Of
the
full-fortuned
Caesar
ever
shall
Be
brooched
with
me
;
if
knife
,
drugs
,
serpents
have
Edge
,
sting
,
or
operation
,
I
am
safe
.
Your
wife
Octavia
,
with
her
modest
eyes
ACT 4. SC. 15
And
still
conclusion
,
shall
acquire
no
honor
Demuring
upon
me
.
But
come
,
come
,
Antony
.
—
Help
me
,
my
women
!
—
We
must
draw
thee
up
.
—
Assist
,
good
friends
.
They
begin
lifting
him
.
O
,
quick
,
or
I
am
gone
.
Here’s
sport
indeed
.
How
heavy
weighs
my
lord
!
Our
strength
is
all
gone
into
heaviness
;
That
makes
the
weight
.
Had
I
great
Juno’s
power
,
The
strong-winged
Mercury
should
fetch
thee
up
And
set
thee
by
Jove’s
side
.
Yet
come
a
little
.
Wishers
were
ever
fools
.
O
,
come
,
come
,
come
!
They
heave
Antony
aloft
to
Cleopatra
.
And
welcome
,
welcome
!
Die
when
thou
hast
lived
;
Quicken
with
kissing
.
Had
my
lips
that
power
,
Thus
would
I
wear
them
out
.
She
kisses
him
.
A
heavy
sight
!
I
am
dying
,
Egypt
,
dying
.
Give
me
some
wine
,
and
let
me
speak
a
little
.
No
,
let
me
speak
,
and
let
me
rail
so
high
That
the
false
huswife
Fortune
break
her
wheel
,
Provoked
by
my
offense
.
One
word
,
sweet
queen
:
Of
Caesar
seek
your
honor
with
your
safety
—
O
!
They
do
not
go
together
.
Gentle
,
hear
me
.
None
about
Caesar
trust
but
Proculeius
.
My
resolution
and
my
hands
I’ll
trust
,
None
about
Caesar
.
The
miserable
change
now
at
my
end
Lament
nor
sorrow
at
,
but
please
your
thoughts
ACT 4. SC. 15
In
feeding
them
with
those
my
former
fortunes
Wherein
I
lived
the
greatest
prince
o’
th’
world
,
The
noblest
,
and
do
now
not
basely
die
,
Not
cowardly
put
off
my
helmet
to
My
countryman
—
a
Roman
by
a
Roman
Valiantly
vanquished
.
Now
my
spirit
is
going
;
I
can
no
more
.
Noblest
of
men
,
woo’t
die
?
Hast
thou
no
care
of
me
?
Shall
I
abide
In
this
dull
world
,
which
in
thy
absence
is
No
better
than
a
sty
?
O
see
,
my
women
,
The
crown
o’
th’
Earth
earth
doth
melt
.
—
My
lord
!
Antony
dies
.
O
,
withered
is
the
garland
of
the
war
;
The
soldier’s
pole
is
fall’n
;
young
boys
and
girls
Are
level
now
with
men
.
The
odds
is
gone
,
And
there
is
nothing
left
remarkable
Beneath
the
visiting
moon
.
O
,
quietness
,
lady
!
Cleopatra
swoons
.
She’s
dead
,
too
,
our
sovereign
.
Lady
!
Madam
!
O
madam
,
madam
,
madam
!
Royal
Egypt
!
Empress
!
Cleopatra
stirs
.
Peace
,
peace
,
Iras
!
No
more
but
e’en
a
woman
,
and
commanded
By
such
poor
passion
as
the
maid
that
milks
And
does
the
meanest
chares
.
It
were
for
me
To
throw
my
scepter
at
the
injurious
gods
,
To
tell
them
that
this
world
did
equal
theirs
Till
they
had
stolen
our
jewel
.
All’s
but
naught
.
Patience
is
sottish
,
and
impatience
does
Become
a
dog
that’s
mad
.
Then
is
it
sin
ACT 4. SC. 15
To
rush
into
the
secret
house
of
death
Ere
death
dare
come
to
us
?
How
do
you
,
women
?
What
,
what
,
good
cheer
!
Why
,
how
now
,
Charmian
?
My
noble
girls
!
Ah
,
women
,
women
!
Look
,
Our
lamp
is
spent
;
it’s
out
.
Good
sirs
,
take
heart
.
We’ll
bury
him
;
and
then
,
what’s
brave
,
what’s
noble
,
Let’s
do
’t
after
the
high
Roman
fashion
And
make
death
proud
to
take
us
.
Come
,
away
.
This
case
of
that
huge
spirit
now
is
cold
.
Ah
women
,
women
!
Come
,
we
have
no
friend
But
resolution
and
the
briefest
end
.
They
exit
,
bearing
off
Antony’s
body
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Caesar
with
Agrippa
,
Dolabella
,
Maecenas
,
Gallus
,
and
Proculeius
,
his
council
of
war
.
,
aside
to
Dolabella
Go
to
him
,
Dolabella
,
bid
him
yield
.
Being
so
frustrate
,
tell
him
,
he
mocks
The
pauses
that
he
makes
.
Caesar
,
I
shall
.
Dolabella
exits
.
Enter
Dercetus
with
the
sword
of
Antony
.
Wherefore
is
that
?
And
what
art
thou
that
dar’st
Appear
thus
to
us
?
I
am
called
Dercetus
.
Mark
Antony
I
served
,
who
best
was
worthy
Best
to
be
served
.
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
Caesar
;
if
thou
pleasest
not
,
I
yield
thee
up
my
life
.
What
is
’t
thou
say’st
?
I
say
,
O
Caesar
,
Antony
is
dead
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
The
breaking
of
so
great
a
thing
should
make
A
greater
crack
.
The
round
world
Should
have
shook
lions
into
civil
streets
And
citizens
to
their
dens
.
The
death
of
Antony
Is
not
a
single
doom
;
in
the
name
lay
A
moiety
of
the
world
.
He
is
dead
,
Caesar
,
Not
by
a
public
minister
of
justice
,
Nor
by
a
hirèd
knife
,
but
that
self
hand
Which
writ
his
honor
in
the
acts
it
did
Hath
,
with
the
courage
which
the
heart
did
lend
it
,
Splitted
the
heart
.
This
is
his
sword
.
I
robbed
his
wound
of
it
.
Behold
it
stained
With
his
most
noble
blood
.
Look
you
sad
,
friends
?
The
gods
rebuke
me
,
but
it
is
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
honors
Waged
equal
with
him
.
A
rarer
spirit
never
Did
steer
humanity
,
but
you
gods
will
give
us
Some
faults
to
make
us
men
.
Caesar
is
touched
.
When
such
a
spacious
mirror’s
set
before
him
,
He
needs
must
see
himself
.
O
Antony
,
I
have
followed
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
ACT 5. SC. 1
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
Where
mine
his
thoughts
did
kindle
—
that
our
stars
Unreconciliable
should
divide
Our
equalness
to
this
.
Hear
me
,
good
friends
—
Enter
an
Egyptian
.
But
I
will
tell
you
at
some
meeter
season
.
The
business
of
this
man
looks
out
of
him
.
We’ll
hear
him
what
he
says
.
—
Whence
are
you
?
A
poor
Egyptian
yet
,
the
Queen
my
mistress
,
Confined
in
all
she
has
,
her
monument
,
Of
thy
intents
desires
instruction
,
That
she
preparedly
preparèdly
may
frame
herself
To
th’
way
she’s
forced
to
.
Bid
her
have
good
heart
.
She
soon
shall
know
of
us
,
by
some
of
ours
,
How
honorable
and
how
kindly
we
Determine
for
her
.
For
Caesar
cannot
live
To
be
ungentle
.
So
the
gods
preserve
thee
.
He
exits
.
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
.
Caesar
,
I
shall
.
Proculeius
exits
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Gallus
,
go
you
along
.
Gallus
exits
.
Where’s
Dolabella
,
To
second
Proculeius
?
Dolabella
!
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
How
hardly
I
was
drawn
into
this
war
,
How
calm
and
gentle
I
proceeded
still
In
all
my
writings
.
Go
with
me
and
see
What
I
can
show
in
this
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Cleopatra
,
Charmian
,
and
Iras
.
My
desolation
does
begin
to
make
A
better
life
.
’Tis
paltry
to
be
Caesar
;
Not
being
Fortune
,
he’s
but
Fortune’s
knave
,
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
Caesar’s
.
Enter
Proculeius
.
Caesar
sends
greeting
to
the
Queen
of
Egypt
,
And
bids
thee
study
on
what
fair
demands
Thou
mean’st
to
have
him
grant
thee
.
What’s
thy
name
?
My
name
is
Proculeius
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Antony
Did
tell
me
of
you
,
bade
me
trust
you
,
but
I
do
not
greatly
care
to
be
deceived
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
conquered
Egypt
for
my
son
,
He
gives
me
so
much
of
mine
own
as
I
Will
kneel
to
him
with
thanks
.
Be
of
good
cheer
.
You’re
fall’n
into
a
princely
hand
;
fear
nothing
.
Make
your
full
reference
freely
to
my
lord
,
Who
is
so
full
of
grace
that
it
flows
over
On
all
that
need
.
Let
me
report
to
him
Your
sweet
dependency
,
and
you
shall
find
A
conqueror
that
will
pray
in
aid
for
kindness
Where
he
for
grace
is
kneeled
to
.
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’
th’
face
.
This
I’ll
report
,
dear
lady
.
Have
comfort
,
for
I
know
your
plight
is
pitied
Of
him
that
caused
it
.
Gallus
and
Soldiers
enter
and
seize
Cleopatra
.
You
see
how
easily
she
may
be
surprised
.
Guard
her
till
Caesar
come
.
Royal
queen
!
O
,
Cleopatra
,
thou
art
taken
,
queen
!
,
drawing
a
dagger
Quick
,
quick
,
good
hands
!
ACT 5. SC. 2
,
seizing
the
dagger
Hold
,
worthy
lady
,
hold
!
Do
not
yourself
such
wrong
,
who
are
in
this
Relieved
,
but
not
betrayed
.
What
,
of
death
,
too
,
That
rids
our
dogs
of
languish
?
Cleopatra
,
Do
not
abuse
my
master’s
bounty
by
Th’
undoing
of
yourself
.
Let
the
world
see
His
nobleness
well
acted
,
which
your
death
Will
never
let
come
forth
.
Where
art
thou
,
Death
?
Come
hither
,
come
!
Come
,
come
,
and
take
a
queen
Worth
many
babes
and
beggars
.
O
,
temperance
,
lady
!
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
Caesar
what
he
can
.
Know
,
sir
,
that
I
Will
not
wait
pinioned
at
your
master’s
court
,
Nor
once
be
chastised
with
the
sober
eye
Of
dull
Octavia
.
Shall
they
hoist
me
up
And
show
me
to
the
shouting
varletry
Of
censuring
Rome
?
Rather
a
ditch
in
Egypt
Be
gentle
grave
unto
me
;
rather
on
Nilus’
mud
Lay
me
stark
naked
,
and
let
the
waterflies
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
Caesar
.
Enter
Dolabella
.
Proculeius
,
What
thou
hast
done
thy
master
Caesar
knows
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
And
he
hath
sent
for
thee
.
For
the
Queen
,
I’ll
take
her
to
my
guard
.
So
,
Dolabella
,
It
shall
content
me
best
.
Be
gentle
to
her
.
To
Cleopatra
.
To
Caesar
I
will
speak
what
you
shall
please
,
If
you’ll
employ
me
to
him
.
Say
I
would
die
.
Proculeius
,
Gallus
,
and
Soldiers
exit
exits
.
Most
noble
empress
,
you
have
heard
of
me
.
I
cannot
tell
.
Assuredly
you
know
me
.
No
matter
,
sir
,
what
I
have
heard
or
known
.
You
laugh
when
boys
or
women
tell
their
dreams
;
Is
’t
not
your
trick
?
I
understand
not
,
madam
.
I
dreamt
there
was
an
emperor
Antony
.
O
,
such
another
sleep
,
that
I
might
see
But
such
another
man
.
If
it
might
please
you
—
His
face
was
as
the
heavens
,
and
therein
stuck
A
sun
and
moon
,
which
kept
their
course
and
lighted
The
little
O
,
the
Earth
earth
.
Most
sovereign
creature
—
His
legs
bestrid
the
ocean
,
his
reared
arm
Crested
the
world
.
His
voice
was
propertied
As
all
the
tunèd
spheres
,
and
that
to
friends
;
But
when
he
meant
to
quail
and
shake
the
orb
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
showed
his
back
above
The
element
they
lived
in
.
In
his
livery
Walked
crowns
and
crownets
;
realms
and
islands
were
As
plates
dropped
from
his
pocket
.
Cleopatra
—
Think
you
there
was
,
or
might
be
,
such
a
man
As
this
I
dreamt
of
?
Gentle
madam
,
no
.
You
lie
up
to
the
hearing
of
the
gods
!
But
if
there
be
nor
ever
were
one
such
,
It’s
past
the
size
of
dreaming
.
Nature
wants
stuff
To
vie
strange
forms
with
fancy
,
yet
t’
imagine
An
Antony
were
nature’s
piece
’gainst
fancy
,
Condemning
shadows
quite
.
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
pursued
success
but
I
do
feel
,
By
the
rebound
of
yours
,
a
grief
that
smites
My
very
heart
at
root
.
I
thank
you
,
sir
.
Know
you
what
Caesar
means
to
do
with
me
?
I
am
loath
to
tell
you
what
I
would
you
knew
.
Nay
,
pray
you
,
sir
.
Though
he
be
honorable
—
He’ll
lead
me
,
then
,
in
triumph
.
Madam
,
he
will
.
I
know
’t
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Flourish
.
Enter
Caesar
,
Proculeius
,
Gallus
,
Maecenas
,
and
others
of
his
train
.
Make
way
there
!
Caesar
!
Which
is
the
Queen
of
Egypt
?
It
is
the
Emperor
,
madam
.
Cleopatra
kneels
.
Arise
.
You
shall
not
kneel
.
I
pray
you
,
rise
.
Rise
,
Egypt
.
Sir
,
the
gods
Will
have
it
thus
.
My
master
and
my
lord
I
must
obey
.
She
stands
.
Take
to
you
no
hard
thoughts
.
The
record
of
what
injuries
you
did
us
,
Though
written
in
our
flesh
,
we
shall
remember
As
things
but
done
by
chance
.
Sole
sir
o’
th’
world
,
I
cannot
project
mine
own
cause
so
well
To
make
it
clear
,
but
do
confess
I
have
Been
laden
with
like
frailties
which
before
Have
often
shamed
our
sex
.
Cleopatra
,
know
We
will
extenuate
rather
than
enforce
.
If
you
apply
yourself
to
our
intents
,
Which
towards
you
are
most
gentle
,
you
shall
find
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
.
And
may
through
all
the
world
.
’Tis
yours
,
and
we
,
Your
scutcheons
and
your
signs
of
conquest
,
shall
Hang
in
what
place
you
please
.
Here
,
my
good
lord
.
She
holds
out
a
paper
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
You
shall
advise
me
in
all
for
Cleopatra
.
This
is
the
brief
of
money
,
plate
,
and
jewels
I
am
possessed
of
.
’Tis
exactly
valued
,
Not
petty
things
admitted
.
—
Where’s
Seleucus
?
Enter
Seleucus
.
Here
,
madam
.
This
is
my
treasurer
.
Let
him
speak
,
my
lord
,
Upon
his
peril
,
that
I
have
reserved
To
myself
nothing
.
—
Speak
the
truth
,
Seleucus
.
Madam
,
I
had
rather
seel
my
lips
Than
to
my
peril
speak
that
which
is
not
.
What
have
I
kept
back
?
Enough
to
purchase
what
you
have
made
known
.
Nay
,
blush
not
,
Cleopatra
.
I
approve
Your
wisdom
in
the
deed
.
See
,
Caesar
,
O
,
behold
How
pomp
is
followed
!
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
hired
!
What
,
goest
thou
back
?
Thou
shalt
Go
back
,
I
warrant
thee
!
But
I’ll
catch
thine
eyes
Though
they
had
wings
.
Slave
,
soulless
villain
,
dog
!
O
rarely
base
!
Good
queen
,
let
us
entreat
you
—
O
Caesar
,
what
a
wounding
shame
is
this
,
That
thou
vouchsafing
here
to
visit
me
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
Doing
the
honor
of
thy
lordliness
To
one
so
meek
,
that
mine
own
servant
should
Parcel
the
sum
of
my
disgraces
by
Addition
of
his
envy
!
Say
,
good
Caesar
,
That
I
some
lady
trifles
have
reserved
,
Immoment
toys
,
things
of
such
dignity
As
we
greet
modern
friends
withal
,
and
say
Some
nobler
token
I
have
kept
apart
For
Livia
and
Octavia
,
to
induce
Their
mediation
,
must
I
be
unfolded
With
one
that
I
have
bred
?
The
gods
!
It
smites
me
Beneath
the
fall
I
have
.
To
Seleucus
.
Prithee
,
go
hence
,
Or
I
shall
show
the
cinders
of
my
spirits
Through
th’
ashes
of
my
chance
.
Wert
thou
a
man
,
Thou
wouldst
have
mercy
on
me
.
Forbear
,
Seleucus
.
Seleucus
exits
.
Be
it
known
that
we
,
the
greatest
,
are
misthought
For
things
that
others
do
;
and
when
we
fall
,
We
answer
others’
merits
in
our
name
—
Are
therefore
to
be
pitied
.
Cleopatra
,
Not
what
you
have
reserved
nor
what
acknowledged
Put
we
i’
th’
roll
of
conquest
.
Still
be
’t
yours
!
Bestow
it
at
your
pleasure
,
and
believe
Caesar’s
no
merchant
to
make
prize
with
you
Of
things
that
merchants
sold
.
Therefore
be
cheered
.
Make
not
your
thoughts
your
prisons
.
No
,
dear
queen
,
For
we
intend
so
to
dispose
you
as
Yourself
shall
give
us
counsel
.
Feed
and
sleep
.
Our
care
and
pity
is
so
much
upon
you
That
we
remain
your
friend
.
And
so
adieu
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
My
master
and
my
lord
!
Not
so
.
Adieu
.
Flourish
.
Caesar
and
his
train
exit
.
He
words
me
,
girls
,
he
words
me
,
that
I
should
not
Be
noble
to
myself
.
But
hark
thee
,
Charmian
.
She
whispers
to
Charmian
.
Finish
,
good
lady
.
The
bright
day
is
done
,
And
we
are
for
the
dark
.
,
to
Charmian
Hie
thee
again
.
I
have
spoke
already
,
and
it
is
provided
.
Go
put
it
to
the
haste
.
Madam
,
I
will
.
Enter
Dolabella
.
Where’s
the
Queen
?
Behold
,
sir
.
She
exits
.
Dolabella
.
Madam
,
as
thereto
sworn
by
your
command
,
Which
my
love
makes
religion
to
obey
,
I
tell
you
this
:
Caesar
through
Syria
Intends
his
journey
,
and
within
three
days
You
with
your
children
will
he
send
before
.
Make
your
best
use
of
this
.
I
have
performed
Your
pleasure
and
my
promise
.
Dolabella
,
I
shall
remain
your
debtor
.
I
your
servant
.
Adieu
,
good
queen
.
I
must
attend
on
Caesar
.
Farewell
,
and
thanks
.
He
exits
.
Now
,
Iras
,
what
think’st
thou
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Thou
an
Egyptian
puppet
shall
be
shown
In
Rome
as
well
as
I
.
Mechanic
slaves
With
greasy
aprons
,
rules
,
and
hammers
shall
Uplift
us
to
the
view
.
In
their
thick
breaths
,
Rank
of
gross
diet
,
shall
we
be
enclouded
And
forced
to
drink
their
vapor
.
The
gods
forbid
!
Nay
,
’tis
most
certain
,
Iras
.
Saucy
lictors
Will
catch
at
us
like
strumpets
,
and
scald
rhymers
Ballad
us
out
o’
tune
.
The
quick
comedians
Extemporally
will
stage
us
and
present
Our
Alexandrian
revels
.
Antony
Shall
be
brought
drunken
forth
,
and
I
shall
see
Some
squeaking
Cleopatra
boy
my
greatness
I’
th’
posture
of
a
whore
.
O
the
good
gods
!
Nay
,
that’s
certain
.
I’ll
never
see
’t
!
For
I
am
sure
mine
nails
Are
stronger
than
mine
eyes
.
Why
,
that’s
the
way
To
fool
their
preparation
and
to
conquer
Their
most
absurd
intents
.
Enter
Charmian
.
Now
,
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
dispatch
indeed
,
And
when
thou
hast
done
this
chare
,
I’ll
give
thee
leave
To
play
till
Doomsday
.
—
Bring
our
crown
and
all
.
Iras
exits
.
A
noise
within
.
Wherefore’s
this
noise
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Enter
a
Guardsman
.
Here
is
a
rural
fellow
That
will
not
be
denied
your
Highness’
presence
.
He
brings
you
figs
.
Let
him
come
in
.
Guardsman
exits
.
What
poor
an
instrument
May
do
a
noble
deed
!
He
brings
me
liberty
.
My
resolution’s
placed
,
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
.
Enter
Guardsman
and
Countryman
,
with
a
basket
.
This
is
the
man
.
Avoid
,
and
leave
him
.
Guardsman
exits
.
Hast
thou
the
pretty
worm
of
Nilus
there
That
kills
and
pains
not
?
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
.
Remember’st
thou
any
that
have
died
on
’t
?
Very
many
,
men
and
women
too
.
I
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’
th’
worm
.
But
he
that
will
believe
all
that
they
say
shall
never
be
saved
by
half
that
they
do
.
But
this
is
most
falliable
,
the
worm’s
an
odd
worm
.
Get
thee
hence
.
Farewell
.
I
wish
you
all
joy
of
the
worm
.
He
sets
down
the
basket
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Farewell
.
You
must
think
this
,
look
you
,
that
the
worm
will
do
his
kind
.
Ay
,
ay
,
farewell
.
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
.
Take
thou
no
care
;
it
shall
be
heeded
.
Very
good
.
Give
it
nothing
,
I
pray
you
,
for
it
is
not
worth
the
feeding
.
Will
it
eat
me
?
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
.
Well
,
get
thee
gone
.
Farewell
.
Yes
,
forsooth
.
I
wish
you
joy
o’
th’
worm
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Iras
bearing
Cleopatra’s
royal
regalia
.
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
.
Charmian
and
Iras
begin
to
dress
her
.
Yare
,
yare
,
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
Caesar
,
which
the
gods
give
men
To
excuse
their
after
wrath
.
—
Husband
,
I
come
!
Now
to
that
name
my
courage
prove
my
title
.
I
am
fire
and
air
;
my
other
elements
I
give
to
baser
life
.
—
So
,
have
you
done
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Come
then
,
and
take
the
last
warmth
of
my
lips
.
Farewell
,
kind
Charmian
.
—
Iras
,
long
farewell
.
She
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
desired
.
Dost
thou
lie
still
?
If
thus
thou
vanishest
,
thou
tell’st
the
world
It
is
not
worth
leave-taking
.
Dissolve
,
thick
cloud
,
and
rain
,
that
I
may
say
The
gods
themselves
do
weep
!
This
proves
me
base
.
If
she
first
meet
the
curlèd
Antony
,
He’ll
make
demand
of
her
,
and
spend
that
kiss
Which
is
my
heaven
to
have
.
—
Come
,
thou
mortal
wretch
,
She
places
an
asp
on
her
breast
.
With
thy
sharp
teeth
this
knot
intrinsicate
Of
life
at
once
untie
.
Poor
venomous
fool
,
Be
angry
and
dispatch
.
O
,
couldst
thou
speak
,
That
I
might
hear
thee
call
great
Caesar
ass
Unpolicied
!
O
eastern
star
!
Peace
,
peace
!
Dost
thou
not
see
my
baby
at
my
breast
,
That
sucks
the
nurse
asleep
?
O
,
break
!
O
,
break
!
As
sweet
as
balm
,
as
soft
as
air
,
as
gentle
—
O
Antony
!
—
Nay
,
I
will
take
thee
too
.
She
places
an
asp
on
her
arm
.
What
should
I
stay
—
Dies
.
In
this
wild
world
?
So
,
fare
thee
well
.
Now
boast
thee
,
Death
,
in
thy
possession
lies
A
lass
unparalleled
.
Downy
windows
,
close
,
She
closes
Cleopatra’s
eyes
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
rustling
in
.
Where’s
the
Queen
?
Speak
softly
.
Wake
her
not
.
Caesar
hath
sent
—
Too
slow
a
messenger
.
She
takes
out
an
asp
.
O
,
come
apace
,
dispatch
!
I
partly
feel
thee
.
Approach
,
ho
!
All’s
not
well
.
Caesar’s
beguiled
.
There’s
Dolabella
sent
from
Caesar
.
Call
him
.
A
Guardsman
exits
.
What
work
is
here
,
Charmian
?
Is
this
well
done
?
It
is
well
done
,
and
fitting
for
a
princess
Descended
of
so
many
royal
kings
.
Ah
,
soldier
!
Charmian
dies
.
Enter
Dolabella
.
How
goes
it
here
?
All
dead
.
Caesar
,
thy
thoughts
Touch
their
effects
in
this
.
Thyself
art
coming
To
see
performed
the
dreaded
act
which
thou
So
sought’st
to
hinder
.
Enter
Caesar
and
all
his
train
,
marching
.
A
way
there
,
a
way
for
Caesar
!
ACT 5. SC. 2
O
sir
,
you
are
too
sure
an
augurer
:
That
you
did
fear
is
done
.
Bravest
at
the
last
,
She
leveled
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
?
A
simple
countryman
that
brought
her
figs
.
This
was
his
basket
.
Poisoned
,
then
.
O
Caesar
,
This
Charmian
lived
but
now
;
she
stood
and
spake
.
I
found
her
trimming
up
the
diadem
On
her
dead
mistress
;
tremblingly
she
stood
,
And
on
the
sudden
dropped
.
O
,
noble
weakness
!
If
they
had
swallowed
poison
,
’twould
appear
By
external
swelling
;
but
she
looks
like
sleep
,
As
she
would
catch
another
Antony
In
her
strong
toil
of
grace
.
Here
on
her
breast
There
is
a
vent
of
blood
,
and
something
blown
.
The
like
is
on
her
arm
.
This
is
an
aspic’s
trail
,
and
these
fig
leaves
Have
slime
upon
them
,
such
as
th’
aspic
leaves
Upon
the
caves
of
Nile
.
Most
probable
That
so
she
died
,
for
her
physician
tells
me
She
hath
pursued
conclusions
infinite
Of
easy
ways
to
die
.
Take
up
her
bed
,
And
bear
her
women
from
the
monument
.
She
shall
be
buried
by
her
Antony
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
No
grave
upon
the
earth
shall
clip
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
In
solemn
show
attend
this
funeral
,
And
then
to
Rome
.
Come
,
Dolabella
,
see
High
order
in
this
great
solemnity
.
They
all
exit
,
the
Guards
bearing
the
dead
bodies
.
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