Shakespeare's The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra



Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.



Enter Demetrius and Philo.



  Philo. Nay, but this dotage of our Generals

Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes

That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,

Haue glow'd like plated Mars:

Now bend, now turne

The Office and Deuotion of their view

Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,

Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst

The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,

And is become the Bellowes and the Fan

To coole a Gypsies Lust.



Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Traine, with

Eunuchs

fanning her.



Looke where they come:

Take but good note, and you shall see in him

(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd

Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see



   Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much



   Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd

  Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd



   Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen,

new Earth.

Enter a Messenger.



  Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome



   Ant. Grates me, the summe



   Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.

Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,

If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent

His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;

Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:

Perform't, or else we damne thee



   Ant. How, my Loue?

  Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like:

You must not stay heere longer, your dismission

Is come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony,

Where's Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both?

Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene,

Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine

Is Caesars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame,

When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds. The Messengers



   Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch

Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,

Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike

Feeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of life

Is to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,

And such a twaine can doo't, in which I binde

One paine of punishment, the world to weete

We stand vp Peerelesse



   Cleo. Excellent falshood:

Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her?

Ile seeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himselfe



   Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.

Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,

Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;

There's not a minute of our liues should stretch

Without some pleasure now. What sport to night?

  Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors



   Ant. Fye wrangling Queene:

Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,

To weepe: who euery passion fully striues

To make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.

No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to night

Wee'l wander through the streets, and note

The qualities of people. Come my Queene,

Last night you did desire it. Speake not to vs.



Exeunt. with the Traine.



  Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight?

  Philo. Sir, sometimes when he is not Anthony,

He comes too short of that great Property

Which still should go with Anthony



   Dem. I am full sorry, that hee approues the common

Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope

of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy.



Exeunt.



Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucillius,

Charmian,

Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas.



  Char. L[ord]. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,

almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer

that you prais'd so to'th' Queene? Oh that I knewe this

Husband, which you say, must change his Hornes with

Garlands



   Alex. Soothsayer



   Sooth. Your will?

  Char. Is this the Man? Is't you sir that know things?

  Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I

can read



   Alex. Shew him your hand



   Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,

Cleopatra's health to drinke



   Char. Good sir, giue me good Fortune



   Sooth. I make not, but foresee



   Char. Pray then, foresee me one



   Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are



   Char. He meanes in flesh



   Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old



   Char. Wrinkles forbid



   Alex. Vex not his prescience, be attentiue



   Char. Hush



   Sooth. You shall be more belouing, then beloued



   Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking



   Alex. Nay, heare him



   Char. Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee

be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow

them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode

of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with

Octauius Caesar, and companion me with my Mistris



   Sooth. You shall out-liue the Lady whom you serue



   Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs



   Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former fortune,

then that which is to approach



   Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names:

Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue



   Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & foretell

euery wish, a Million



   Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch



   Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to

your wishes



   Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers



   Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes



   Enob. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall

be drunke to bed



   Iras. There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els



   Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus presageth Famine



   Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay



   Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prognostication,

I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee tel her

but a worky day Fortune



   Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike



   Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars



   Sooth. I haue said



   Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she?

  Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better

then I: where would you choose it



   Iras. Not in my Husbands nose



   Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend



   Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him

mary a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee,

and let her dye too, and giue him a worse, and let worse

follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to

his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this

Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:

good Isis I beseech thee



   Iras. Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the

people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome

man loose-Wiu'd, so it is a deadly sorrow, to beholde a

foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Isis keep decorum,

and Fortune him accordingly



   Char. Amen



   Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a

Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but

they'ld doo't.

Enter Cleopatra.



  Enob. Hush, heere comes Anthony



   Char. Not he, the Queene



   Cleo. Saue you, my Lord



   Enob. No Lady



   Cleo. Was he not heere?

  Char. No Madam



   Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaine

A Romane thought hath strooke him.

Enobarbus?

  Enob. Madam



   Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?

  Alex. Heere at your seruice.

My Lord approaches.

Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.



  Cleo. We will not looke vpon him:

Go with vs.



Exeunt.



  Messen. Fuluia thy Wife,

First came into the Field



   Ant. Against my Brother Lucius?

  Messen. I: but soone that Warre had end,

And the times state

Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst Caesar,

Whose better issue in the warre from Italy,

Vpon the first encounter draue them



   Ant. Well, what worst



   Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller



   Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.

Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,

Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,

I heare him as he flatter'd



   Mes. Labienus (this is stiffe-newes)

Hath with his Parthian Force

Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering

Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,

And to Ionia, whil'st-

  Ant. Anthony thou would'st say



   Mes. Oh my Lord



   Ant. Speake to me home,

Mince not the generall tongue, name

Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:

Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults

With such full License, as both Truth and Malice

Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,

When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs

Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile



   Mes. At your Noble pleasure.



Exit Messenger



Enter another Messenger.



  Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there



   1.Mes. The man from Scicion,

Is there such an one?

  2.Mes. He stayes vpon your will



   Ant. Let him appeare:

These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake,

Or loose my selfe in dotage.

Enter another Messenger with a Letter.



What are you?

  3.Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead



   Ant. Where dyed she



   Mes. In Scicion, her length of sicknesse,

With what else more serious,

Importeth thee to know, this beares



   Antho. Forbeare me

There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:

What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,

We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure,

By reuolution lowring, does become

The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon,

The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.

I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,

Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know

My idlenesse doth hatch.

Enter Enobarbus.



How now Enobarbus



   Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?

  Anth. I must with haste from hence



   Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how

mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our departure

death's the word



   Ant. I must be gone



   Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.

It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though betweene

them and a great cause, they should be esteemed

nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,

dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon

farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,

which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such

a celerity in dying



   Ant. She is cunning past mans thought



   Eno. Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing

but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds

and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes

and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot

be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine

as well as Ioue



   Ant. Would I had neuer seene her



   Eno. Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull

peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,

would haue discredited your Trauaile



   Ant. Fuluia is dead



   Eno. Sir



   Ant. Fuluia is dead



   Eno. Fuluia?

  Ant. Dead



   Eno. Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:

when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man

from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting

therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,

there are members to make new. If there were no more

Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the

case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Consolation,

your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,

and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water

this sorrow



   Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State,

Cannot endure my absence



   Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot

be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which

wholly depends on your abode



   Ant. No more light Answeres:

Let our Officers

Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake

The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,

And get her loue to part. For not alone

The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches

Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too

Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,

Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius

Haue giuen the dare to Caesar, and commands

The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,

Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,

Till his deserts are past, begin to throw

Pompey the great, and all his Dignities

Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,

Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp

For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,

The sides o'th' world may danger. Much is breeding,



Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,

And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure,

To such whose places vnder vs, require

Our quicke remoue from hence



   Enob. I shall doo't.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.



  Cleo. Where is he?

  Char. I did not see him since



   Cleo. See where he is,

Whose with him, what he does:

I did not send you. If you finde him sad,

Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report

That I am sodaine sicke. Quicke, and returne



   Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,

You do not hold the method, to enforce

The like from him



   Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

  Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing



   Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him



   Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare,

In time we hate that which we often feare.

Enter Anthony.



But heere comes Anthony



   Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen



   An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose



   Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall,

It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature

Will not sustaine it



   Ant. Now my deerest Queene



   Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee



   Ant. What's the matter?

  Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news.

What sayes the married woman you may goe?

Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.

Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,

I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are



   Ant. The Gods best know



   Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene

So mightily betrayed: yet at the first

I saw the Treasons planted



   Ant. Cleopatra



   Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true,

(Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods)

Who haue beene false to Fuluia?

Riotous madnesse,

To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes,

Which breake themselues in swearing



   Ant. Most sweet Queene



   Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going,

But bid farewell, and goe:

When you sued staying,

Then was the time for words: No going then,

Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,

Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore,

But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,

Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,

Art turn'd the greatest Lyar



   Ant. How now Lady?

  Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know

There were a heart in Egypt



   Ant. Heare me Queene:

The strong necessity of Time, commands

Our Seruices a-while: but my full heart

Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,

Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius

Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,

Equality of two Domesticke powers,

Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength

Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,

Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace

Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued

Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten,

And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge

By any desperate change: My more particular,

And that which most with you should safe my going,

Is Fuluias death



   Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom

It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye?

  Ant. She's dead my Queene.

Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read

The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best,

See when, and where shee died



   Cleo. O most false Loue!

Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill

With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see,

In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be



   Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know

The purposes I beare: which are, or cease,

As you shall giue th' aduice. By the fire

That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence

Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,

As thou affects



   Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,

But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,

So Anthony loues



   Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,

And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands

An honourable Triall



   Cleo. So Fuluia told me.

I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,

Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares

Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene

Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke

Like perfect Honor



   Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?

  Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly



   Ant. Now by Sword



   Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.

But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,

How this Herculean Roman do's become

The carriage of his chafe



   Ant. Ile leaue you Lady



   Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:

Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:

Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:

That you know well, something it is I would:

Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,

And I am all forgotten



   Ant. But that your Royalty

Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you

For Idlenesse it selfe



   Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour,

To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart

As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,

Since my becommings kill me, when they do not

Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,

Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,

And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword

Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe

Be strew'd before your feete



   Ant. Let vs go.

Come: Our separation so abides and flies,

That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;

And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.

Away.



Exeunt.



Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus, and their Traine.



  Caes You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,

It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate

One great Competitor. From Alexandria

This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes

The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike

Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy

More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience

Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You

Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,

That all men follow



   Lep. I must not thinke

There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse:

His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,

More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie,

Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,

Then what he chooses



   Caes You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not

Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,

To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit

And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,

To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet

With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him

(As his composure must be rare indeed,

Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony

No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare

So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd

His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse,

Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones,

Call on him for't. But to confound such time,

That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd

As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:

As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,

Pawne their experience to their present pleasure,

And so rebell to iudgement.

Enter a Messenger.



  Lep. Heere's more newes



   Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre

Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,

And it appeares, he is belou'd of those

That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports

The discontents repaire, and mens reports

Giue him much wrong'd



   Caes I should haue knowne no lesse,

It hath bin taught vs from the primall state

That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:

And the ebb'd man,

Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,

Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,

Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,

Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde

To rot it selfe with motion



   Mes. Caesar I bring thee word,

Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates

Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound

With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes

They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime

Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt,

No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone

Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more

Then could his Warre resisted

  Caesar. Anthony,

Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once

Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st

Hirsius, and Pansa Consuls, at thy heele

Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,

(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more

Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke

The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle

Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat the[n] did daine

The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge.

Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets,

The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,

It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh,

Which some did dye to looke on: And all this

(It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)

Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke

So much as lank'd not



   Lep. 'Tis pitty of him



   Caes Let his shames quickely

Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine

Did shew our selues i'th' Field, and to that end

Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey

Thriues in our Idlenesse



   Lep. To morrow Caesar,

I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly

Both what by Sea and Land I can be able

To front this present time



   Caes Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell



   Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time

Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir

To let me be partaker



   Caesar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond.



Exeunt.



Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian.



  Cleo. Charmian



   Char. Madam



   Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora



   Char. Why Madam?

  Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time:

My Anthony is away



   Char. You thinke of him too much



   Cleo. O 'tis Treason



   Char. Madam, I trust not so



   Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?

  Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure?

  Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure

In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee,

That being vnseminar'd, thy freer thoughts

May not flye forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections?

  Mar. Yes gracious Madam



   Cleo. Indeed?

  Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing

But what in deede is honest to be done:

Yet haue I fierce Affections, and thinke

What Venus did with Mars



   Cleo. Oh Charmion:

Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?

Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse?

Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony!

Do brauely Horse, for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st,

The demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme

And Burganet of men. Hee's speaking now,

Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle,

(For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe

With most delicious poyson. Thinke on me

That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke,

And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Caesar,

When thou was't heere aboue the ground, I was

A morsell for a Monarke: and great Pompey

Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow,

There would he anchor his Aspect, and dye

With looking on his life.

Enter Alexas from Caesar.



  Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile



   Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony?

Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath

With his Tinct gilded thee.

How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie?

  Alex. Last thing he did (deere Queene)

He kist the last of many doubled kisses

This Orient Pearle. His speech stickes in my heart



   Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence



   Alex. Good Friend, quoth he:

Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends

This treasure of an Oyster: at whose foote

To mend the petty present, I will peece

Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,

(Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded,

And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,

Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke,

Was beastly dumbe by him



   Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?

  Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between y extremes

Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie



   Cleo. Oh well diuided 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 lookes by his. He was not merrie,

Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay

In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.

Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie,

The violence of either thee becomes,

So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts?

  Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers.

Why do you send so thicke?

  Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send

to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Charmian.

Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, euer

loue Caesar so?

  Char. Oh that braue Caesar!

  Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis,

Say the braue Anthony



   Char. The valiant Caesar



   Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth,

If thou with Caesar Paragon againe:

My man of men



   Char. By your most gracious pardon,

I sing but after you



   Cleo. My Sallad dayes,

When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood,

To say, as I saide then. But come, away,

Get me Inke and Paper,

he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting, or Ile vnpeople

Egypt.



Exeunt.



Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner.



  Pom. If the great Gods be iust, they shall assist

The deeds of iustest men



   Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that what they do delay,

they not deny



   Pom. Whiles we are sutors to their Throne, decayes

the thing we sue for



   Mene. We ignorant of our selues,

Begge often our owne harmes, which the wise Powres

Deny vs for our good: so finde we profit

By loosing of our Prayers



   Pom. I shall do well:

The people loue me, and the Sea is mine;

My powers are Cressent, and my Auguring hope

Sayes it will come to'th' full. Marke Anthony

In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make

No warres without doores. Caesar gets money where

He looses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,

Of both is flatter'd: but he neither loues,

Nor either cares for him



   Mene. Caesar and Lepidus are in the field,

A mighty strength they carry



   Pom. Where haue you this? 'Tis false



   Mene. From Siluius, Sir



   Pom. He dreames: I know they are in Rome together

Looking for Anthony: but all the charmes of Loue,

Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand lip,

Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty, Lust with both,

Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feasts,

Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes,

Sharpen with cloylesse sawce his Appetite,

That sleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour,

Euen till a Lethied dulnesse-

Enter Varrius.



How now Varrius?

  Var. This is most certaine, that I shall deliuer:

Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome

Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis

A space for farther Trauaile



   Pom. I could haue giuen lesse matter

A better eare. Menas, I did not thinke

This amorous Surfetter would haue donn'd his Helme

For such a petty Warre: His Souldiership

Is twice the other twaine: But let vs reare

The higher our Opinion, that our stirring

Can from the lap of Egypts Widdow, plucke

The neere Lust-wearied Anthony



   Mene. I cannot hope,

Caesar and Anthony shall well greet together;

His Wife that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar,

His Brother wan'd vpon him, although I thinke

Not mou'd by Anthony



   Pom. I know not Menas,

How lesser Enmities may giue way to greater,

Were't not that we stand vp against them all:

'Twer pregnant they should square between themselues,

For they haue entertained cause enough

To draw their swords: but how the feare of vs

May Ciment their diuisions, and binde vp

The petty difference, we yet not know:

Bee't as our Gods will haue't; it onely stands

Our liues vpon, to vse our strongest hands

Come Menas.



Exeunt.



Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.



  Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,

And shall become you well, to intreat your Captaine

To soft and gentle speech



   Enob. I shall intreat him

To answer like himselfe: if Caesar moue him,

Let Anthony looke ouer Caesars head,

And speake as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter,

Were I the wearer of Anthonio's Beard,

I would not shaue't to day



   Lep. 'Tis not a time for priuate stomacking



   Eno. Euery time serues for the matter that is then

borne in't



   Lep. But small to greater matters must giue way



   Eno. Not if the small come first



   Lep. Your speech is passion: but pray you stirre

No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony.

Enter Anthony and Ventidius.



  Eno. And yonder Caesar.

Enter Caesar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.



  Ant. If we compose well heere, to Parthia:

Hearke Ventidius



   Caesar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa



   Lep. Noble Friends:

That which combin'd vs was most great, and let not

A leaner action rend vs. What's amisse,

May it be gently heard. When we debate

Our triuiall difference loud, we do commit

Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners,

The rather for I earnestly beseech,

Touch you the sowrest points with sweetest tearmes,

Nor curstnesse grow to'th' matter



   Ant. 'Tis spoken well:

Were we before our Armies, and to fight,

I should do thus.

Flourish.



  Caes Welcome to Rome



   Ant. Thanke you



   Caes Sit



   Ant. Sit sir



   Caes Nay then



   Ant. I learne, you take things ill, which are not so:

Or being, concerne you not



   Caes I must be laught at, if or for nothing, or a little, I

Should say my selfe offended, and with you

Chiefely i'th' world. More laught at, that I should

Once name you derogately: when to sound your name

It not concern'd me



   Ant. My being in Egypt Caesar, what was't to you?

  Caes No more then my reciding heere at Rome

Might be to you in Egypt: yet if you there

Did practise on my State, your being in Egypt

Might be my question



   Ant. How intend you, practis'd?

  Caes You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,

By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother

Made warres vpon me, and their contestation

Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre



   Ant. You do mistake your busines, my Brother neuer

Did vrge me in his Act: I did inquire it.

And haue my Learning from some true reports

That drew their swords with you, did he not rather

Discredit my authority with yours,

And make the warres alike against my stomacke,

Hauing alike your cause. Of this, my Letters

Before did satisfie you. If you'l patch a quarrell,

As matter whole you haue to make it with,

It must not be with this



   Caes You praise your selfe, by laying defects of iudgement

to me: but you patcht vp your excuses



   Anth. Not so, not so:

I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't,

Very necessity of this thought, that I

Your Partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,

Could not with gracefull eyes attend those Warres

Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife,

I would you had her spirit, in such another,

The third oth' world is yours, which with a Snaffle,

You may pace easie, but not such a wife



   Enobar. Would we had all such wiues, that the men

might go to Warres with the women



   Anth. So much vncurbable, her Garboiles (Caesar)

Made out of her impatience: which not wanted

Shrodenesse of policie to: I greeuing grant,

Did you too much disquiet, for that you must,

But say I could not helpe it



   Caesar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you

Did pocket vp my Letters: and with taunts

Did gibe my Misiue out of audience



   Ant. Sir, he fell vpon 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 my selfe, which was as much

As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow

Be nothing of our strife: if we contend

Out of our question wipe him



   Caesar. You haue broken the Article of your oath,

which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with



   Lep. Soft Caesar



   Ant. No Lepidus, let him speake,

The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,

Supposing that I lackt it: but on Caesar,

The Article of my oath



   Caesar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd

them, the which you both denied



   Anth. Neglected rather:

And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp

From mine owne knowledge, as neerely as I may,

Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honesty,

Shall not make poore my greatnesse, nor my power

Worke without it. Truth is, that Fuluia,

To haue me out of Egypt, made Warres heere,

For which my selfe, the ignorant motiue, do

So farre aske pardon, as befits mine Honour

To stoope in such a case



   Lep. 'Tis Noble spoken



   Mece. If it might please you, to enforce no further

The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite,

Were to remember: that the present neede,

Speakes to attone you



   Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas



   Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the

instant, you may when you heare no more words of

Pompey returne it againe: you shall haue time to wrangle

in, when you haue nothing else to do



   Anth. Thou art a Souldier, onely speake no more



   Enob. That trueth should be silent, I had almost forgot



   Anth. You wrong this presence, therefore speake no

more



   Enob. Go too then: your Considerate stone



   Caesar. I do not much dislike the matter, but

The manner of his speech: for't cannot be,

We shall remaine in friendship, our conditions

So diffring in their acts. Yet if I knew,

What Hoope should hold vs staunch from edge to edge

Ath' world: I would persue it



   Agri. Giue me leaue Caesar



   Caesar. Speake Agrippa



   Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side, admir'd

Octauia: Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower



   Caesar. Say not, say Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your

proofe were well deserued of rashnesse



   Anth. I am not marryed Caesar: let me heere Agrippa

further speake



   Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie,

To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts

With an vn-slipping knot, take Anthony,

Octauia to his wife: whose beauty claimes

No worse a husband then the best of men: whose

Vertue, and whose generall graces, speake

That which none else can vtter. By this marriage,

All little Ielousies which now seeme great,

And all great feares, which now import their dangers,

Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales,

Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both,

Would each to other, and all loues to both

Draw after her. Pardon what I haue spoke,

For 'tis a studied not a present thought,

By duty ruminated



   Anth. Will Caesar speake?

  Caesar. Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht,

With what is spoke already



   Anth. What power is in Agrippa,

If I would say Agrippa, be it so,

To make this good?

  Caesar. The power of Caesar,

And his power, vnto Octauia



   Anth. May I neuer

(To this good purpose, that so fairely shewes)

Dreame of impediment: let me haue thy hand

Further this act of Grace: and from this houre,

The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues,

And sway our great Designes



   Caesar. There's my hand:

A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother

Did euer loue so deerely. Let her liue

To ioyne our kingdomes, and our hearts, and neuer

Flie off our Loues againe



   Lepi. Happily, Amen



   Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainst Pompey,

For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great

Of late vpon me. I must thanke him onely,

Least my remembrance, suffer ill report:

At heele of that, defie him



   Lepi. Time cals vpon's,

Of vs must Pompey presently be sought,

Or else he seekes out vs



   Anth. Where lies he?

  Caesar. About the Mount-Mesena



   Anth. What is his strength by land?

  Caesar. Great, and encreasing:

But by Sea he is an absolute Master



   Anth. So is the Fame.

Would we had spoke together. Hast we for it,

Yet ere we put our selues in Armes, dispatch we

The businesse we haue talkt of



   Caesar. With most gladnesse,

And do inuite you to my Sisters view,

Whether straight Ile lead you



   Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie



   Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine

me.



Flourish. Exit omnes. Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.



  Mec. Welcome from aegypt Sir



   Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas. My

honourable Friend Agrippa



   Agri. Good Enobarbus



   Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so

well disgested: you staid well by't in Egypt



   Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce:

and made the night light with drinking



   Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast:

and but twelue persons there. Is this true?

  Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much

more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deserued

noting



   Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be

square to her



   Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst

vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis



   Agri. There she appear'd indeed: or my reporter deuis'd

well for her



   Eno. I will tell you,

The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne

Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold,

Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that

The Windes were Loue-sicke.

With them the Owers were Siluer,

Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made

The water which they beate, to follow faster;

As amorous of their strokes. For her owne person,

It beggerd all discription, she did lye

In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold, of Tissue,

O're-picturing that Venus, where we see

The fancie out-worke Nature. On each side her,

Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like smiling Cupids,

With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme,

To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole,

And what they vndid did



   Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony



   Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides,

So many Mer-maides tended her i'th' eyes,

And made their bends adornings. At the Helme,

A seeming Mer-maide steeres: The Silken Tackle,

Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands,

That yarely frame the office. From the Barge

A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense

Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast

Her people out vpon her: and Anthony

Enthron'd i'th' Market-place, did sit alone,

Whisling to'th' ayre: which but for vacancie,

Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too,

And made a gap in Nature



   Agri. Rare Egiptian



   Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her,

Inuited her to Supper: she replyed,

It should be better, he became her guest:

Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony,

Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake,

Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feast;

And for his ordinary, paies his heart,

For what his eyes eate onely



   Agri. Royall Wench:

She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed,

He ploughed her, and she cropt



   Eno. I saw her once

Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete,

And hauing lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,

That she did make defect, perfection,

And breathlesse powre breath forth



   Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly



   Eno. Neuer he will not:

Age cannot wither her, nor custome stale

Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appetites they feede, but she makes hungry,

Where most she satisfies. For vildest things

Become themselues in her, that the holy Priests

Blesse her, when she is Riggish



   Mece. If Beauty, Wisedome, Modesty, can settle

The heart of Anthony: Octauia is

A blessed Lottery to him



   Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, make your selfe

my guest, whilst you abide heere



   Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony, Caesar, Octauia betweene them.



  Anth. The world, and my great office, will

Sometimes deuide me from your bosome



   Octa. All which time, before the Gods my knee shall

bowe my prayers to them for you



   Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia

Read not my blemishes in the worlds report:

I haue not kept my square, but that to come

Shall all be done byth' Rule: good night deere Lady:

Good night Sir



   Caesar. Goodnight.

Enter.



Enter Soothsaier.



  Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt?

  Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you

thither



   Ant. If you can, your reason?

  Sooth. I see it in my motion: haue it not in my tongue,

But yet hie you to Egypt againe



   Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher

Caesars or mine?

  Sooth. Caesars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side

Thy Daemon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is

Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable,

Where Caesars is not. But neere him, thy Angell

Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore

Make space enough betweene you



   Anth. Speake this no more



   Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee,

If thou dost play with him at any game,

Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke,

He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens,

When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit

Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him:

But he alway 'tis Noble



   Anth. Get thee gone:

Say to Ventigius I would speake with him.

Enter.



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,

Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds,

His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine,

When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer

Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte:

And though I make this marriage for my peace,

I'th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius.



Enter Ventigius.



You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready:

Follow me, and reciue't.



Exeunt.



Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.



  Lepidus. Trouble your selues no further: pray you

hasten your Generals after



   Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia,

and weele follow



   Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse,

Which will become you both: Farewell



   Mece. We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at

Mount before you Lepidus



   Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me

much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me



   Both. Sir good successe



   Lepi. Farewell.



Exeunt.



Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.



  Cleo. Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode

of vs that trade in Loue



   Omnes. The Musicke, hoa.

Enter Mardian the Eunuch.



  Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian



   Char. My arme is sore, best play with Mardian



   Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as

with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir?

  Mardi. As well as I can Madam



   Cleo. And when good will is shewed,

Though't come to short

The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now,

Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th' Riuer there

My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray

Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce

Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp,

Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony,

And say, ah ha; y'are caught



   Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling,

when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke

which he with feruencie drew vp



   Cleo. That time? Oh times:

I laught him out of patience: and that night

I laught him into patience, and next morne,

Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed:

Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst

I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie,

Enter a Messenger.



Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares,

That long time haue bin barren



   Mes. Madam, Madam



   Cleo. Anthonyo's dead.

If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris:

But well and free, if thou so yeild him.

There is Gold, and heere

My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings

Haue lipt, and trembled kissing



   Mes. First Madam, he is well



   Cleo. Why there's more Gold.

But sirrah marke, we vse

To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,

The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr

Downe thy ill vttering throate



   Mes. Good Madam heare me



   Cleo. Well, go too I will:

But there's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony

Be free and healthfull; so tart a fauour

To trumpet such good tidings. If not well,

Thou shouldst come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes,

Not like a formall man



   Mes. Wilt please you heare me?

  Cleo. I haue a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:

Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis well,

Or friends with Caesar, or not Captiue to him,

Ile set thee in a shower of Gold, and haile

Rich Pearles vpon thee



   Mes. Madam, he's well



   Cleo. Well said



   Mes. And Friends with Caesar



   Cleo. Th'art an honest man



   Mes. Caesar, and he, are greater Friends then euer



   Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me



   Mes. But yet Madam



   Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay

The good precedence, fie vpon but yet,

But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth

Some monstrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend,

Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare,

The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar,

In state of health thou saist, and thou saist, free



   Mes. Free Madam, no: I made no such report,

He's bound vnto Octauia



   Cleo. For what good turne?

  Mes. For the best turne i'th' bed



   Cleo. I am pale Charmian



   Mes. Madam, he's married to Octauia



   Cleo. The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee.



Strikes him downe.



  Mes. Good Madam patience



   Cleo. What say you?



Strikes him.



Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes

Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head,



She hales him vp and downe.



Thou shalt be whipt with Wyer, and stew'd in brine,

Smarting in lingring pickle



   Mes. Gratious Madam,

I that do bring the newes, made not the match



   Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a Prouince I will giue thee,

And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'st

Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage,

And I will boot thee with what guift beside

Thy modestie can begge



   Mes. He's married Madam



   Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liu'd too long.



Draw a knife.



  Mes. Nay then Ile runne:

What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.

Enter.



  Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe,

The man is innocent



   Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt:

Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures

Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe,

Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call?

  Char. He is afeard to come



   Cleo. I will not hurt him,

These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike

A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe

Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir.

Enter the Messenger againe.



Though it be honest, it is neuer good

To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message

An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell

Themselues, when they be felt



   Mes. I haue done my duty



   Cleo. Is he married?

I cannot hate thee worser then I do,

If thou againe say yes



   Mes. He's married Madam



   Cleo. The Gods confound thee,

Dost thou hold there still?

  Mes. Should I lye Madame?

  Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst:

So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made

A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,

Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me,

Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married?

  Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon



   Cleo. He is married?

  Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you,

To punnish me for what you make me do

Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia



   Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee,

That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence,

The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome

Are all too deere for me:

Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em



   Char. Good your Highnesse patience



   Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar



   Char. Many times Madam



   Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,

I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.

Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him

Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares,

Her inclination, let him not leaue out

The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,

Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian,

Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,

The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas

Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian,

But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.



Exeunt.



Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trumpet: at

another

Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, Menas

with Souldiers

Marching.



  Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:

And we shall talke before we fight



   Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,

And therefore haue we

Our written purposes before vs sent,

Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,

If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,

And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,

That else must perish heere



   Pom. To you all three,

The Senators alone of this great world,

Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,

Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,

Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,

Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,

There saw you labouring for him. What was't

That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what

Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,

With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,

To drench the Capitoll, but that they would

Haue one man but a man, and that his it

Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,

The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant

To scourge th' ingratitude, that despightfull Rome

Cast on my Noble Father



   Caesar. Take your time



   Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.

Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st

How much we do o're-count thee



   Pom. At Land indeed

Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house:

But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,

Remaine in't as thou maist



   Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,

(For this is from the present how you take)

The offers we haue sent you



   Caesar. There's the point



   Ant. Which do not be entreated too,

But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd

  Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune



   Pom. You haue made me offer

Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must

Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send

Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,

To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe

Our Targes vndinted



   Omnes. That's our offer



   Pom. Know then I came before you heere,

A man prepar'd

To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,

Put me to some impatience: though I loose

The praise of it by telling. You must know

When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes,

Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde

Her welcome Friendly



   Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,

And am well studied for a liberall thanks,

Which I do owe you



   Pom. Let me haue your hand:

I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,

  Ant. The beds i'th' East are soft, and thanks to you,

That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:

For I haue gained by't



   Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you



   Pom. Well, I know not,

What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face,

But in my bosome shall she neuer come,

To make my heart her vassaile



   Lep. Well met heere



   Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:

I craue our composion may be written

And seal'd betweene vs,

  Caesar. That's the next to do



   Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's

Draw lots who shall begin



   Ant. That will I Pompey



   Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,

your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue

heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there



   Anth. You haue heard much



   Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir



   Ant. And faire words to them



   Pom. Then so much haue I heard,

And I haue heard Appolodorus carried-

  Eno. No more that: he did so



   Pom. What I pray you?

  Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris



   Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?

  Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue

Foure Feasts are toward



   Pom. Let me shake thy hand,

I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,

When I haue enuied thy behauiour



   Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye,

When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,

As I haue said you did



   Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse,

It nothing ill becomes thee:

Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.

Will you leade Lords?

  All. Shew's the way, sir



   Pom. Come.



Exeunt. Manet Enob. & Menas]

  Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this

Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir



   Enob. At Sea, I thinke



   Men. We haue Sir



   Enob. You haue done well by water



   Men. And you by Land



   Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh

it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land



   Men. Nor what I haue done by water



   Enob. Yes some-thing you can deny for your owne

safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea



   Men. And you by Land



   Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee

your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they

might take two Theeues kissing



   Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands

are



   Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true

Face



   Men. No slander, they steale hearts



   Enob. We came hither to fight with you



   Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drinking.

Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune



   Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe



   Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthony

heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

  Enob. Caesars Sister is call'd Octauia



   Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus



   Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius



   Men. Pray'ye sir



   Enob. 'Tis true



   Men. Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit together



   Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold

not Prophesie so



   Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more

in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties



   Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band

that seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee the

very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,

and still conuersation



   Men. Who would not haue his wife so?

  Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke

Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shall

the sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as I

said before) that which is the strength of their Amity,

shall proue the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony

will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but

his occasion heere



   Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?

I haue a health for you



   Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in

Egypt



   Men. Come, let's away.



Exeunt.



Musicke playes. Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.



  1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are ill

rooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow them

downe



   2 Lepidus is high Coulord



   1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke



   2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee

cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and

himselfe to'th' drinke



   1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his

discretion



   2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship:

I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no

seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue



   1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene

to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which

pittifully disaster the cheekes.



A Sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus,

Agrippa,

Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.



  Ant. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nyle

By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know

By'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearth

Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels,

The more it promises: as it ebbes, the Seedsman

Vpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine,

And shortly comes to Haruest



   Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there?

  Anth. I Lepidus



   Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud

by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile



   Ant. They are so



   Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus



   Lep. I am not so well as I should be:

But Ile ne're out



   Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in

till then



   Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis

are very goodly things: without contradiction I

haue heard that



   Menas. Pompey, a word



   Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't



   Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine,

And heare me speake a word



   Pom. Forbeare me till anon.



Whispers in's Eare.



This Wine for Lepidus



   Lep. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile?

  Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it

hath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with it

owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and

the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates



   Lep. What colour is it of?

  Ant. Of it owne colour too



   Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent



   Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet



   Caes Will this description satisfie him?

  Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he

is a very Epicure



   Pomp. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away:

Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for?

  Men. If for the sake of Merit thou wilt heare mee,

Rise from thy stoole



   Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?

  Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes



   Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's

else to say? Be iolly Lords



   Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus,

Keepe off, them for you sinke



   Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

  Pom. What saist thou?

  Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?

That's twice



   Pom. How should that be?

  Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me

poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world



   Pom. Hast thou drunke well



   Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,

Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue:

What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,

Is thine, if thou wilt ha't



   Pom. Shew me which way?

  Men. These three World-sharers, these Competitors

Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable,

And when we are put off, fall to their throates:

All there is thine



   Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst haue done,

And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,

In thee, 't had bin good seruice: thou must know,

'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:

Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue,

Hath so betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne,

I should haue found it afterwards well done,

But must condemne it now: desist, and drinke



   Men. For this, Ile neuer follow

Thy paul'd Fortunes more,

Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,

Shall neuer finde it more



   Pom. This health to Lepidus



   Ant. Beare him ashore,

Ile pledge it for him Pompey



   Eno. Heere's to thee Menas



   Men. Enobarbus, welcome



   Pom. Fill till the cup be hid



   Eno. There's a strong Fellow Menas



   Men. Why?

  Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: seest

not?

  Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were

all, that it might go on wheeles



   Eno. Drinke thou: encrease the Reeles



   Men. Come



   Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast



   Ant. It ripen's, towards it: strike the Vessells hoa.

Heere's to Caesar



   Caesar. I could well forbear't, it's monstrous labour

when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler



   Ant. Be a Child o'th' time



   Caesar. Possesse it, Ile make answer: but I had rather

fast from all, foure dayes, then drinke so much in one



   Enob. Ha my braue Emperour, shall we daunce now

the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?

  Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier



   Ant. Come, let's all take hands,

Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense,

In soft and delicate Lethe



   Eno. All take hands:

Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke,

The while, Ile place you, then the Boy shall sing.

The holding euery man shall beate as loud,

As his strong sides can volly.



Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.



The Song.



Come thou Monarch of the Vine,

Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne:

In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd,

With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd.

Cup vs till the world go round,

Cup vs till the world go round



   Caesar. What would you more?

Pompey goodnight. Good Brother

Let me request you of our grauer businesse

Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,

You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe

Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue

Spleet's what it speakes: the wilde disguise hath almost

Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.

Good Anthony your hand



   Pom. Ile try you on the shore



   Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand



   Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house.

But what, we are Friends?

Come downe into the Boate



   Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore,

No to my Cabin: these Drummes,

These Trumpets, Flutes: what

Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell

To these great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, sound out.



Sound a Flourish with Drummes.



  Enor. Hoo saies a there's my Cap



   Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come.



Exeunt.



Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Pacorus

borne

before him.



  Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now

Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death

Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,

Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,

Paies this for Marcus Crassus



   Romaine. Noble Ventidius,

Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,

The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,

Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether

The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony

Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and

Put Garlands on thy head



   Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius,

I haue done enough. A lower place note well

May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius,

Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed

Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away.

Caesar and Anthony, haue euer wonne

More in their officer, then person. Sossius

One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,

For quicke accumulation of renowne,

Which he atchiu'd by'th' minute, lost his fauour.

Who does i'th' Warres more then his Captaine can,

Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition

(The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choise of losse

Then gaine, which darkens him.

I could do more to do Anthonius good,

But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,

Should my performance perish



   Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a

Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou

wilt write to Anthony



   Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name,

That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,

How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,

The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia,

We haue iaded out o'th' Field



   Rom. Where is he now?

  Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast

The waight we must conuay with's, will permit:

We shall appeare before him. On there, passe along.



Exeunt.



Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.



  Agri. What are the Brothers parted?

  Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,

The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes

To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus

Since Pompey's feast, as Menas saies, is troubled

With the Greene-Sicknesse



   Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus



   Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar



   Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony



   Eno. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men



   Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?

  Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill?

  Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!

  Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further



   Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises



   Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony:

Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,

Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot

Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo,

His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar,

Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder



   Agri. Both he loues



   Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so:

This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa



   Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.

Enter Caesar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.



  Antho. No further Sir



   Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe:

Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such a wife

As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band

Shall passe on thy approofe: most Noble Anthony,

Let not the peece of Vertue which is set

Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue

To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter

The Fortresse of it: for better might we

Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts

This be not cherisht



   Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust



   Caesar. I haue said



   Ant. You shall not finde,

Though you be therein curious, the lest cause

For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,

And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:

We will heere part





   Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,

The Elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well



   Octa. My Noble Brother



   Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,

And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull



   Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and-

  Caesar. What Octauia?

  Octa. Ile tell you in your eare



   Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can

Her heart informe her tongue.

The Swannes downe feather

That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:

And neither way inclines



   Eno. Will Caesar weepe?

  Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face



   Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is

he being a man



   Agri. Why Enobarbus:

When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead,

He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,

When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine



   Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume,

What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,

Beleeu't till I weepe too



   Caesar. No sweet Octauia,

You shall heare from me still: the time shall not

Out-go my thinking on you



   Ant. Come Sir, come,

Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue,

Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,

And giue you to the Gods



   Caesar. Adieu, be happy



   Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light

To thy faire way



   Caesar. Farewell, farewell.



Kisses Octauia.



  Ant. Farewell.



Trumpets sound. Exeunt.



Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.



  Cleo. Where is the Fellow?

  Alex. Halfe afeard to come



   Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.

Enter the Messenger as before.



  Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke

vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd



   Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When

Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:

Come thou neere



   Mes. Most gratious Maiestie



   Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia?

  Mes. I dread Queene



   Cleo. Where?

  Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and

saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony



   Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

  Mes. She is not Madam



   Cleo. Didst heare her speake?

Is she shrill tongu'd or low?

  Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd



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



   Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible



   Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish

What Maiestie is in her gate, remember

If ere thou look'st on Maiestie



   Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one.

She shewes a body, rather then a life,

A Statue, then a Breather



   Cleo. Is this certaine?

  Mes. Or I haue no obseruance



   Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note



   Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,

There's nothing in her yet.

The Fellow ha's good iudgement



   Char. Excellent



   Cleo. Guesse at her yeares, I prythee



   Mess. Madam, she was a widdow



   Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke



   Mes. And I do thinke she's thirtie



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

  Mess. Round, euen to faultinesse



   Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish that are

so. Her haire what colour?

  Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead

As low as she would wish it



   Cleo. There's Gold for thee,

Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill,

I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee

Most fit for businesse. Go, make thee ready,

Our Letters are prepar'd



   Char. A proper man



   Cleo. Indeed he is so: I repent me much

That so I harried him. Why me think's by him,

This Creature's no such thing



   Char. Nothing Madam



   Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty, and should

know



   Char. Hath he seene Maiestie? Isis else defend: and

seruing you so long



   Cleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good

Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me

where I will write; all may be well enough



   Char. I warrant you Madam.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony and Octauia.



  Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,

That were excusable, that and thousands more

Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd

New Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it,

To publicke eare, spoke scantly of me,

When perforce he could not

But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly

He vented then most narrow measure: lent me,

When the best hint was giuen him: he not took't,

Or did it from his teeth



   Octaui. Oh my good Lord,

Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue,

Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,

If this deuision chance, ne're stood betweene

Praying for both parts:

The good Gods wil mocke me presently,

When I shall pray: Oh blesse my Lord, and Husband,

Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

Oh blesse my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,

Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway

'Twixt these extreames at all



   Ant. Gentle Octauia,

Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks

Best to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour,

I loose my selfe: better I were not yours

Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested,

Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady,

Ile raise the preparation of a Warre

Shall staine your Brother, make your soonest hast,

So your desires are yours



   Oct. Thanks to my Lord,

The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake,

Your reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,

As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine men

Should soalder vp the Rift



   Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins,

Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults

Can neuer be so equall, that your loue

Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,

Choose your owne company, and command what cost

Your heart he's mind too.



Exeunt.



Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.



  Eno. How now Friend Eros?

  Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir



   Eno. What man?

  Ero. Caesar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey



   Eno. This is old, what is the successe?

  Eros. Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres

'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, 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. Vpon his owne appeale seizes him, so the poore

third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine



   Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more,

and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le

grinde the other. Where's Anthony?

  Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes

The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,

And threats the throate of that his Officer,

That murdred Pompey



   Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd



   Eros. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius,

My Lord desires you presently: my Newes

I might haue told heareafter



   Eno. 'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony



   Eros. Come Sir,



Exeunt.



Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Caesar.



  Caes Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more

In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't:

I'th' Market-place on a Tribunall siluer'd,

Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold

Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, sat

Caesarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne,

And all the vnlawfull issue, that their Lust

Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,

He gaue the stablishment of Egypt, made her

Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, absolute Queene



   Mece. This in the publike eye?

  Caesar. I'th' common shew place, where they exercise,

His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,

Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia

He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he assign'd,

Syria, Silicia, and Phoenetia: she

In th' abiliments of the Goddesse Isis

That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience,

As 'tis reported so



   Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd



   Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already,

Will their good thoughts call from him



   Caesar. The people knowes it,

And haue now receiu'd his accusations



   Agri. Who does he accuse?

  Caesar. Caesar, and that hauing in Cicilie

Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him

His part o'th' Isle. Then does he say, he lent me

Some shipping vnrestor'd. Lastly, he frets

That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, should be depos'd,

And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue



   Agri. Sir, this should be answer'd



   Caesar. 'Tis done already, and the Messenger gone:

I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,

That he his high Authority abus'd,

And did deserue his change: for what I haue conquer'd,

I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,

And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like

  Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that



   Caes Nor must not then be yeelded to in this.

Enter Octauia with her Traine.



  Octa. Haile Caesar, and my L[ord]. haile most deere Caesar



   Caesar. That euer I should call thee Cast-away



   Octa. You haue not call'd me so, nor haue you cause



   Caes Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus? you come not

Like Caesars Sister, The wife of Anthony

Should haue an Army for an Vsher, and

The neighes of Horse to tell of her approach,

Long ere she did appeare. The trees by'th' way

Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted,

Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust

Should haue ascended to the Roofe of Heauen,

Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come

A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented

The ostentation of our loue; which left vnshewne,

Is often left vnlou'd: we should haue met you

By Sea, and Land, supplying euery Stage

With an augmented greeting



   Octa. Good my Lord,

To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it

On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,

Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted

My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd

His pardon for returne



   Caes Which soone he granted,

Being an abstract 'tweene his Lust, and him



   Octa. Do not say so, my Lord



   Caes I haue eyes vpon him,

And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now?

  Octa. My Lord, in Athens



   Caesar. No my most wronged Sister, Cleopatra

Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire

Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying

The Kings o'th' earth for Warre. He hath assembled,

Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus

Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King

Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,

King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont,

Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King

Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas,

The Kings of Mede, and Licoania,

With a more larger List of Scepters



   Octa. Aye me most wretched,

That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,

That does afflict each other



   Caes Welcom hither: your Letters did with-holde our breaking

forth

Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,

And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart,

Be you not troubled with the time, which driues

O're your content, these strong necessities,

But let determin'd things to destinie

Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,

Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd

Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods

To do you Iustice, makes his Ministers

Of vs, and those that loue you. Best of comfort,

And euer welcom to vs



   Agrip. Welcome Lady



   Mec. Welcome deere Madam,

Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,

Onely th' adulterous Anthony, most large

In his abhominations, turnes you off,

And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull

That noyses it against vs



   Octa. Is it so sir?

  Caes Most certaine: Sister welcome: pray you

Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'st Sister.



Exeunt.



Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.



  Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not



   Eno. But why, why, why?

  Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these warres,

And say'st it is not fit



   Eno. Well: is it, is it



   Cleo. If not, denounc'd against vs, why should not

we be there in person



   Enob. Well, I could reply: if wee should serue with

Horse and Mares together, the Horse were meerly lost:

the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horse



   Cleo. What is't you say?

  Enob. Your presence needs must puzle Anthony,

Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,

What should not then be spar'd. He is already

Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis said in Rome,

That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides

Mannage this warre



   Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot

That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th' Warre,

And as the president of my Kingdome will

Appeare there for a man. Speake not against it,

I will not stay behinde.

Enter Anthony and Camidias.



  Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor



   Ant. Is it not strange Camidius,

That from Tarientum, and Brandusium,

He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea,

And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)

  Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd,

Then by the negligent



   Ant. A good rebuke,

Which might haue well becom'd the best of men

To taunt at slacknesse. Camidius, wee

Will fight with him by Sea



   Cleo. By Sea, what else?

  Cam. Why will my Lord, do so?

  Ant. For that he dares vs too't



   Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to single fight



   Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharsalia,

Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers

Which serue not for his vantage, he shakes off,

And so should you



   Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd,

Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people

Ingrost by swift Impresse. In Caesars Fleete,

Are those, that often haue 'gainst Pompey fought,

Their shippes are yare, yours heauy: no disgrace

Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea,

Being prepar'd for Land



   Ant. By Sea, by Sea



   Eno. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away

The absolute Soldiership you haue by Land,

Distract your Armie, which doth most consist

Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted

Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe

The way which promises assurance, and

Giue vp your selfe meerly to chance and hazard,

From firme Securitie



   Ant. Ile fight at Sea



   Cleo. I haue sixty Sailes, Caesar none better



   Ant. Our ouer-plus of shipping will we burne,

And with the rest full mann'd, from th' head of Action

Beate th' approaching Caesar. But if we faile,

We then can doo't at Land.

Enter a Messenger.



Thy Businesse?

  Mes. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried,

Caesar ha's taken Toryne



   Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible

Strange, that his power should be. Camidius,

Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land,

And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship,

Away my Thetis.

Enter a Soldiour.



How now worthy Souldier?

  Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,

Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt

This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th' Egyptians

And the Phoenicians go a ducking: wee

Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth,

And fighting foot to foot



   Ant. Well, well, away.



exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob



   Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th' right



   Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes

Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,

And we are Womens mens



   Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse

whole, do you not?

  Ven. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus,

Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:

But we keepe whole by Land. This speede of Caesars

Carries beyond beleefe



   Soul. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in such distractions,

As beguilde all Spies



   Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?

  Soul. They say, one Towrus



   Cam. Well, I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.



  Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius



   Cam. With Newes the times with Labour,

And throwes forth each minute, some.



Exeunt.



Enter Caesar with his Army, marching.



  Caes Towrus?

  Tow. My Lord



   Caes Strike not by Land,

Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile

Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede

The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes

Vpon this iumpe.

Enter.



Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.



  Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th' Hill,

In eye of Caesars battaile, from which place

We may the number of the Ships behold,

And so proceed accordingly.

Enter.



Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage,

and Towrus

the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way: After their going in, is

heard the

noise of a Sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.



  Eno. Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:

Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,

With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:

To see't, mine eyes are blasted.

Enter Scarrus.



  Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them!

  Eno. What's thy passion



   Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost

With very ignorance, we haue kist away

Kingdomes, and Prouinces



   Eno. How appeares the Fight?

  Scar. On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence,

Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,

(Whom Leprosie o're-take) i'th' midst o'th' fight,

When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd

Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;

(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Iune,

Hoists Sailes, and flyes



   Eno. That I beheld:

Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not

Indure a further view



   Scar. She once being looft,

The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,

Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)

Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:

I neuer saw an Action of such shame;

Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,

Did violate so it selfe



   Enob. Alacke, alacke.

Enter Camidius



   Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,

And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall

Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well:

Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,

Most grossely by his owne



   Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight

indeede



   Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled



   Scar. 'Tis easie toot,

And there I will attend what further comes



   Camid. To Caesar will I render

My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie

Shew me the way of yeelding



   Eno. Ile yet follow

The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason

Sits in the winde against me.

Enter Anthony with Attendants.



  Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,

It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,

I am so lated in the world, that I

Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe,

Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,

And make your peace with Caesar



   Omnes. Fly? Not wee



   Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards

To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone,

I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course,

Which has no neede of you. Be gone,

My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,

I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,

My very haires do mutiny: for the white

Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them

For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall

Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will

Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,

Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint

Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left

Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea-side straight way;

I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure.

Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,

Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command,

Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by.



Sits downe



Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.



  Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him



   Iras. Do most deere Queene



   Char. Do, why, what else?

  Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno



   Ant. No, no, no, no, no



   Eros. See you heere, Sir?

  Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie



   Char. Madam



   Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse



   Eros. Sir, sir



   Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept

His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke

The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I

That the mad Brutus ended: he alone

Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had

In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter



   Cleo. Ah stand by



   Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene



   Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him,

Hee's vnqualitied with very shame



   Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh



   Eros. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,

Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but

Your comfort makes the rescue



   Ant. I haue offended Reputation,

A most vnnoble sweruing



   Eros. Sir, the Queene



   Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see

How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,

By looking backe what I haue left behinde

Stroy'd in dishonor



   Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord,

Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought

You would haue followed



   Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th' strings,

And thou should'st towe me after. O're my spirit

The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that

Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods

Command mee



   Cleo. Oh my pardon



   Ant. Now I must

To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge

And palter in the shifts of lownes, who

With halfe the bulke o'th' world plaid as I pleas'd,

Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know

How much you were my Conqueror, and that

My Sword, made weake by my affection, would

Obey it on all cause



   Cleo. Pardon, pardon



   Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates

All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,

Euen this repayes me.

We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?

Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine

Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,

We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.



Exeunt.



Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.



  Caes Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.

Know you him



   Dolla. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither

He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,

Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,

Not many Moones gone by.

Enter Ambassador from Anthony.



  Caesar. Approach, and speake



   Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe

To his grand Sea



   Caes Bee't so, declare thine office



   Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and

Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted

He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues

To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth

A priuate man in Athens: this for him.

Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,

Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues

The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,

Now hazarded to thy Grace



   Caes For Anthony,

I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,

Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee

From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,

Or take his life there. This if shee performe,

She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both



   Amb. Fortune pursue thee



   Caes Bring him through the Bands:

To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,

From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise

And in our Name, what she requires, adde more

From thine inuention, offers. Women are not

In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure

The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,

Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we

Will answer as a Law



   Thid. Caesar. I go



   Caesar. Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw,

And what thou think'st his very action speakes

In euery power that mooues



   Thid. Caesar, I shall.



Exeunt.



Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.



  Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

  Eno. Thinke, and dye



   Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?

  Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will

Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,

From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges

Frighted each other? Why should he follow?

The itch of his Affection should not then

Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point,

When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being

The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse

Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges,

And leaue his Nauy gazing



   Cleo. Prythee peace.

Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony.



  Ant. Is that his answer?

  Amb. I my Lord



   Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie,

So she will yeeld vs vp



   Am. He sayes so



   Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Caesar send this

grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,

With Principalities



   Cleo. That head my Lord?

  Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose

Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note

Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,

May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile

Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone

As i'th' Command of Caesar. I dare him therefore

To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,

And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,

Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me



   Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Caesar will

Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th' shew

Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are

A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward

Do draw the inward quality after them

To suffer all alike, that he should dreame,

Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will

Answer his emptinesse; Caesar thou hast subdu'de

His iudgement too.

Enter a Seruant.



  Ser. A Messenger from Caesar



   Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,

Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose,

That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir



   Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square,

The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make

Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure

To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,

Does conquer him that did his Master conquer,

And earnes a place i'th' Story.

Enter Thidias.



  Cleo. Caesars will



   Thid. Heare it apart



   Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly



   Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony



   Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar ha's,

Or needs not vs. If Caesar please, our Master

Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,

Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesars



   Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Caesar intreats,

Not to consider in what case thou stand'st

Further then he is Caesars



   Cleo. Go on, right Royall



   Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony

As you did loue, but as you feared him



   Cleo. Oh



   Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he

Does pitty, as constrained blemishes,

Not as deserued



   Cleo. He is a God,

And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour

Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely



   Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony.

Sir, sir, thou art so leakie

That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for

Thy deerest quit thee.



Exit Enob.



  Thid. Shall I say to Caesar,

What you require of him: for he partly begges

To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him,

That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe

To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits

To heare from me you had left Anthony,

And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Landlord



   Cleo. What's your name?

  Thid. My name is Thidias



   Cleo. Most kinde Messenger,

Say to great Caesar this in disputation,

I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt

To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.

Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare

The doome of Egypt



   Thid. 'Tis your Noblest course:

Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,

If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay

My dutie on your hand



   Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft,

(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)

Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,

As it rain'd kisses.

Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.



  Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow?

  Thid. One that but performes

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest

To haue command obey'd



   Eno. You will be whipt



   Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels

Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,

Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,

And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?

I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.

Enter a Seruant.



  Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,

Then with an old one dying



   Ant. Moone and Starres,

Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries

That do acknowledge Caesar, should I finde them

So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name

Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,

Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,

And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence



   Thid. Marke Anthony



   Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt

Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caesars shall

Beare vs an arrant to him.



Exeunt. with Thidius.



You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?

Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,

Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,

And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd

By one that lookes on Feeders?

  Cleo. Good my Lord



   Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,

But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard

(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes

In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs

Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut

To our confusion



   Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?

  Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon

Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment

Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres

Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue

Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,

Though you can guesse what Temperance should be,

You know not what it is



   Cleo. Wherefore is this?

  Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,

And say, God quit you, be familiar with

My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,

And plighter of high hearts. O that I were

Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare

The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,

And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like

A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,

For being yare about him. Is he whipt?

Enter a Seruant with Thidias.



  Ser. Soundly, my Lord



   Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?

  Ser. He did aske fauour



   Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent

Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie

To follow Caesar in his Triumph, since

Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth

The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,

Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Caesar,

Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say

He makes me angry with him. For he seemes

Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,

Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,

And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:

When my good Starres, that were my former guides

Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires

Into th' Abisme of hell. If he mislike,

My speech, and what is done, tell him he has

Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom

He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,

As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:

Hence with thy stripes, be gone.



Exit Thid.



  Cleo. Haue you done yet?

  Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,

And it portends alone the fall of Anthony



   Cleo. I must stay his time?

  Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes

With one that tyes his points



   Cleo. Not know me yet?

  Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

  Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so,

From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,

And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone

Drop in my necke: as it determines so

Dissolue my life, the next Caesarian smile,

Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,

Together with my braue Egyptians all,

By the discandering of this pelleted storme,

Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle

Haue buried them for prey



   Ant. I am satisfied:

Caesar sets downe in Alexandria, where

I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,

Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too

Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like.

Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady?

If from the Field I shall returne once more

To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,

I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,

There's hope in't yet



   Cleo. That's my braue Lord



   Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed, hearted, breath'd,

And fight maliciously: for when mine houres

Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues

Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,

And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,

Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me

All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:

Let's mocke the midnight Bell



   Cleo. It is my Birth-day,

I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord

Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra



   Ant. We will yet do well



   Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord



   Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them,

And to night Ile force

The Wine peepe through their scarres.

Come on (my Queene)

There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight

Ile make death loue me: for I will contend

Euen with his pestilent Sythe.



Exeunt.



  Eno. Now hee'l out-stare the Lightning, to be furious

Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode

The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still

A diminution in our Captaines braine,

Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason,

It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke

Some way to leaue him.



Exeunt.



Enter Caesar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army, Caesar reading

a Letter.



  Caes He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power

To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger

He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.

Caesar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know,

I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time

Laugh at his Challenge



   Mece. Caesar must thinke,

When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted

Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now

Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger

Made good guard for it selfe



   Caes Let our best heads know,

That to morrow, the last of many Battailes

We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,

Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,

Enough to fetch him in. See it done,

And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,

And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas,

with others.



  Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian?

  Eno. No?

  Ant. Why should he not?

  Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one



   Ant. To morrow Soldier,

By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,

Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood

Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well



   Eno. Ile strike, and cry, Take all



   Ant. Well said, come on:

Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night

Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors.



Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,

Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,

Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,

And Kings haue beene your fellowes



   Cleo. What meanes this?

  Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots

Out of the minde



   Ant. And thou art honest too:

I wish I could be made so many men,

And all of you clapt vp together, in

An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,

So good as you haue done



   Omnes. The Gods forbid



   Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:

Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,

As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,

And suffer'd my command



   Cleo. What does he meane?

  Eno. To make his Followers weepe



   Ant. Tend me to night;

May be, it is the period of your duty,

Haply you shall not see me more, or if,

A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,

You'l serue another Master. I looke on you,

As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,

I turne you not away, but like a Master

Married to your good seruice, stay till death:

Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,

And the Gods yeeld you for't



   Eno. What meane you (Sir)

To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,

And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,

Transforme vs not to women



   Ant. 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 burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)

I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,

Where rather Ile expect victorious life,

Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,

And drowne consideration.



Exeunt.



Enter a Company of Soldiours.



  1.Sol. Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day



   2.Sol. It will determine one way: Fare you well.

Heard you of nothing strange about the streets



   1 Nothing: what newes?

  2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you



   1 Well sir, good night.



They meete other Soldiers.



  2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch



   1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight.



They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage.



  2 Heere we: and if to morrow

Our Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hope

Our Landmen will stand vp



   1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.



Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.



  2 Peace, what noise?

  1 List, list



   2 Hearke



   1 Musicke i'th' Ayre



   3 Vnder the earth



   4 It signes well, do's it not?

  3 No



   1 Peace I say: What should this meane?

  2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,

Now leaues him



   1 Walke, let's see if other Watchmen

Do heare what we do?

  2 How now Maisters?



Speak together.



  Omnes. How now? how now? do you heare this?

  1 I, is't not strange?

  3 Do you heare Masters? Do you heare?

  1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter.

Let's see how it will giue off



   Omnes. Content: 'Tis strange.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.



  Ant. Eros, mine Armour Eros



   Cleo. Sleepe a little



   Ant. No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.

Enter Eros.



Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,

If Fortune be not ours to day, it is

Because we braue her. Come



   Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.

What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art

The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,

Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee



   Ant. Well, well, we shall thriue now.

Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences



   Eros. Briefely Sir



   Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

  Ant. Rarely, rarely:

He that vnbuckles this, till we do please

To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.

Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire

More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,

That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st

The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see

A Workeman in't.

Enter an Armed Soldier.



Good morrow to thee, welcome,

Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:

To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,

And go too't with delight



   Soul. A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their

Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.



Showt. Trumpets Flourish. Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.



  Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall



   All. Good morrow Generall



   Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads.

This Morning, like the spirit of a youth

That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.

So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.

Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,

This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,

And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand

On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.

Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,

Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.



Exeunt.



  Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber?

  Cleo. Lead me:

He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might

Determine this great Warre in single fight;

Then Anthony; but now. Well on.



Exeunt.



Trumpets sound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.



  Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony



   Ant. Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaild

To make me fight at Land



   Eros. Had'st thou done so,

The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier

That has this morning left thee, would haue still

Followed thy heeles



   Ant. Whose gone this morning?

  Eros. Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,

He shall not heare thee, or from Caesars Campe,

Say I am none of thine



   Ant. What sayest thou?

  Sold. Sir he is with Caesar



   Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him



   Ant. Is he gone?

  Sol. Most certaine



   Ant. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it,

Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,

(I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;

Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause

To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue

Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus.



Exit



Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus, and Dollabella.



  Caes Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:

Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:

Make it so knowne



   Agrip. Caesar, I shall



   Caesar. The time of vniuersall peace is neere:

Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world

Shall beare the Oliue freely.



Enter a Messenger.



  Mes. Anthony is come into the Field



   Caes Go charge Agrippa,

Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,

That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury

Vpon himselfe.



Exeunt.



  Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on

Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade

Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar,

And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,

Caesar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest

That fell away, haue entertainment, but

No honourable trust: I haue done ill,

Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely,

That I will ioy no more.



Enter a Soldier of Caesars.



  Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony

Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with

His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger

Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now

Vnloading of his Mules



   Eno. I giue it you



   Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus,

I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer

Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,

Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor

Continues still a Ioue.



Exit



  Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,

And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony,

Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed

My better seruice, when my turpitude

Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,

If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane

Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele

I fight against thee: No I will go seeke

Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits

My latter part of life.



Enter.



Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.



  Agrip. Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:

Caesar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression

Exceeds what we expected.



Enter.



Alarums. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.



  Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,

Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home

With clowts about their heads.



Far off.



  Ant. Thou bleed'st apace



   Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,

But now 'tis made an H



   Ant. They do retyre



   Scar. Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet

Roome for six scotches more



Enter Eros.



  Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues

For a faire victory



   Scar. Let vs score their backes,

And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,

'Tis sport to maul a Runner



   Ant. I will reward thee

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold

For thy good valour. Come thee on



   Scar. Ile halt after.



Exeunt.



Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March. Scarrus, with others.



  Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one

Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow

Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood

That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,

For doughty handed are you, and haue fought

Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene

Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.

Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,

Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares

Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse

The Honour'd-gashes whole.

Enter Cleopatra.



Giue me thy hand,

To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,

Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th' world,

Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all

Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there

Ride on the pants triumphing



   Cleo. Lord of Lords.

Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from

The worlds great snare vncaught



   Ant. Mine Nightingale,

We haue beate them to their Beds.

What Gyrle, though gray

Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we

A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can

Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,

Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,

Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,

As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had

Destroyed in such a shape



   Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend

An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings



   Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled

Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand,

Through Alexandria make a iolly March,



Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.

Had our great Pallace the capacity

To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together,

And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate

Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters

With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare,

Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,

That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together,

Applauding our approach.



Exeunt.



Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.



  Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre,

We must returne to'th' Court of Guard: the night

Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile

By'th' second houre i'th' Morne



   1.Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too's



   Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night



   2 What man is this?

  1 Stand close, and list him



   Enob. Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone)

When men reuolted shall vpon Record

Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent



   Cent. Enobarbus?

  2 Peace: Hearke further



   Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly,

The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me,

That Life, a very Rebell to my will,

May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart

Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,

Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,

And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,

Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,

Forgiue me in thine owne particular,

But let the world ranke me in Register

A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:

Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!

  1 Let's speake to him



   Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes

May concerne Caesar



   2 Let's do so; but he sleepes



   Cent. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his

Was neuer yet for sleepe



   1 Go we to him



   2 Awake sir, awake, speake to vs



   1 Heare you sir?

  Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.



Drummes afarre off.



Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers:

Let vs beare him to'th' Court of Guard: he is of note:

Our houre is fully out



   2 Come on then, he may recouer yet.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army.



  Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,

We please them not by Land



   Scar. For both, my Lord



   Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th' Fire, or i'th' Ayre,

Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote

Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty

Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen,

They haue put forth the Hauen:

Where their appointment we may best discouer,

And looke on their endeuour.



Exeunt.



Enter Caesar, and his Army.



  Caes But being charg'd, we will be still by Land,

Which as I tak't we shall, for his best force

Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,

And hold our best aduantage.



Exeunt.



Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus.



  Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd:

Where yon'd Pine does stand, I shall discouer all.

Ile bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go.

Enter.



  Scar. Swallowes haue built

In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries

Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,

And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony,

Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts

His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare

Of what he has, and has not.

Enter Anthony.



  Ant. All is lost:

This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder

They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together

Like Friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou

Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart

Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:

For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,

I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.

Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more,

Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere

Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts

That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue

Their wishes, do dis-Candie, melt their sweets

On blossoming Caesar: And this Pine is barkt,

That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.

Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,

Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:

Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,

Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose

Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse.

What Eros, Eros?

Enter Cleopatra.



Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt



   Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue?

  Ant. Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing,

And blemish Caesars Triumph. Let him take thee,

And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians,

Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot

Of all thy Sex. Most Monster-like be shewne

For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let

Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp

With her prepared nailes.



exit Cleopatra.



'Tis well th'art gone,

If it be well to liue. But better 'twere

Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death

Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa!

The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me

Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th' Moone,

And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club,

Subdue my worthiest selfe: The Witch shall die,

To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me, and I fall

Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa?

Enter.



Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.



  Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad

Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly

Was neuer so imbost



   Char. To'th' Monument, there locke your selfe,

And send him word you are dead:

The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,

Then greatnesse going off



   Cleo. To'th' Monument:

Mardian, go tell him I haue slaine my selfe:

Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony,

And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian,

And bring me how he takes my death to'th' Monument.



Exeunt.



Enter Anthony, and Eros.



  Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

  Eros. I Noble Lord



   Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that's Dragonish,

A vapour sometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,

A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,

A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie

With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,

And mocke our eyes with Ayre.

Thou hast seene these Signes,

They are blacke Vespers Pageants



   Eros. I my Lord



   Ant. That which is now a Horse, euen with a thoght

the Racke dislimes, and makes it indistinct

As water is in water



   Eros. It does my Lord



   Ant. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is

Euen such a body: Heere I am Anthony,

Yet cannot hold this visible shape (my Knaue)

I made these warres for Egypt, and the Queene,

Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine:

Which whil'st it was mine, had annext vntoo't

A Million moe, (now lost:) shee Eros has

Packt Cards with Caesars, and false plaid my Glory

Vnto an Enemies triumph.

Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs

Our selues to end our selues.

Enter Mardian.



Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword



   Mar. No Anthony,

My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled

with thine intirely



   Ant. Hence sawcy Eunuch peace, she hath betraid me,

And shall dye the death



   Mar. Death of one person, can be paide but once,

And that she ha's discharg'd. What thou would'st do

Is done vnto thy hand: the last she spake

Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony.

Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake

The name of Anthony: it was diuided

Betweene her heart, and lips: she tendred life

Thy name so buried in her



   Ant. Dead then?

  Mar. Dead



   Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,

And we must sleepe: That thou depart'st hence safe

Does pay thy labour richly: Go.



exit Mardian.



Off, plucke off,

The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe

The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides.

Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent,

Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace;

No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go,

You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile.



exit Eros



I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and

Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now

All length is Torture: since the Torch is out,

Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour

Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles

It selfe with strength: Seale then and all is done.

Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,

Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,

And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze:

Dido, and her Aeneas shall want Troopes,

And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.

Enter Eros.



  Eros. What would my Lord?

  Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed,

I haue liu'd in such dishonour, that the Gods

Detest my basenesse. I, that with my Sword,

Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe

With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke

The Courage of a Woman, lesse Noble minde

Then she which by her death, our Caesar telles

I am Conqueror of my selfe. Thou art sworne Eros,

That when the exigent should come, which now

Is come indeed: When I should see behinde me

Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror,

That on my command, thou then would'st kill me.

Doo't, the time is come: Thou strik'st not me,

'Tis Caesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy Cheeke



   Eros. The Gods with-hold me,

Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,

(Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not



   Ant. Eros,

Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see

Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe

His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de

To penetratiue shame; whil'st the wheel'd seate

Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him, branded

His Basenesse that ensued



   Eros. I would not see't



   Ant. Come then: for with a wound I must be cur'd.

Draw that thy honest Sword, which thou hast worne

Most vsefull for thy Country



   Eros. Oh sir, pardon me



   Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st y not then

To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,

Or thy precedent Seruices are all

But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come



   Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance,

Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes



   Ant. Loe thee



   Eros. My sword is drawne



   Ant. Then let it do at once

The thing why thou hast drawne it



   Eros. My deere Master,

My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me say

Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farwell



   Ant. 'Tis said man, and farewell



   Eros. Farewell great Chiefe. Shall I strike now?

  Ant. Now Eros.



Killes himselfe.



  Eros. Why there then:

Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death



   Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe,

Thou teachest me: Oh valiant Eros, what

I should, and thou could'st not, my Queene and Eros

Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me

A Noblenesse in Record. But I will bee

A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't

As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,

Thy Master dies thy Scholler; to do thus

I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?

The Guard, how? Oh dispatch me.

Enter a Guard.



  1.Guard. What's the noise?

  Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends:

Oh make an end of what I haue begun



   2 The Starre is falne



   1 And time is at his Period



   All. Alas, and woe



   Ant. Let him that loues me, strike me dead



   1 Not I



   2 Nor I



   3 Nor any one.



Exeunt.



  Decretus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly

This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings,

Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.



  Dio. Where's Anthony?

  Decre. There Diomed there



   Diom. Liues he: wilt thou not answer man?

  Ant. Art thou there Diomed?

Draw thy sword, and giue mee,

Suffising strokes for death



   Diom. Most absolute Lord:

My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee



   Ant. When did shee send thee?

  Diom. Now my Lord



   Anth. Where is she?

  Diom. Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying feare

Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw

(Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect

She had dispos'd with Caesar, and that your rage

Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead:

But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent

Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come

I dread, too late



   Ant. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee



   Dio. What hoa: the Emperors Guard,

The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.

Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony.



  Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,

'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you



   1 Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare

All your true Followers out



   All. Most heauy day



   Ant. Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate

To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome

Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it

Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,

I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,

And haue my thankes for all.



Exit bearing Anthony



Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with Charmian & Iras.



  Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence



   Char. Be comforted deere Madam



   Cleo. No, I will not:

All strange and terrible euents are welcome,

But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow

Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great

As that which makes it.

Enter Diomed.



How now? is he dead?

  Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead.

Looke out o'th other side your Monument,

His Guard haue brought him thither.

Enter Anthony, and the Guard.



  Cleo. Oh Sunne,

Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand

The varrying shore o'th' world. O Antony, Antony, Antony

Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends

Below, let's draw him hither



   Ant. Peace,

Not Caesars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,

But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe



   Cleo. So it should be,

That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,

But woe 'tis so



   Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely

I heere importune death a-while, vntill

Of many thousand kisses, the poore last

I lay vpon thy lippes



   Cleo. I dare not Deere,

Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,

Least I be taken: nor th' Imperious shew

Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar, euer shall

Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue

Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:

Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,

And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour

Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,

Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:

Assist good Friends



   Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone



   Cleo. Heere's sport indeede:

How heauy weighes my Lord?

Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,

That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,

The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,

And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,

Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,



They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.



And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,

Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,

Thus would I weare them out



   All. A heauy sight



   Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying.

Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little



   Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,

That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,

Prouok'd by my offence



   Ant. One word (sweet Queene)

Of Caesar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh



   Cleo. They do not go together



   Ant. Gentle heare me,

None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius



   Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,

None about Caesar



   Ant. The miserable change now at my end,

Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts

In feeding them with those my former Fortunes

Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th' world,

The Noblest: and do now not basely dye,

Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to

My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman

Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,

I can no more



   Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't dye?

Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide

In this dull world, which in thy absence is

No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:

The Crowne o'th' earth doth melt. My Lord?

Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,

The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles

Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,

And there is nothing left remarkeable

Beneath the visiting Moone



   Char. Oh quietnesse, Lady



   Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne



   Char. Lady



   Iras. Madam



   Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam



   Iras. Royall Egypt: Empresse



   Char. Peace, peace, Iras



   Cleo. No more but in a Woman, and commanded

By such poore passion, as the Maid that Milkes,

And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me,

To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,

To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,

Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught:

Patience is sortish, and impatience does

Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne,

To rush into the secret house of death,

Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women?

What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian?

My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke

Our Lampe is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart,

Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble,

Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion,

And make death proud to take vs. Come, away,

This case of that huge Spirit now is cold.

Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend

But Resolution, and the breefest end.



Exeunt., bearing of Anthonies body.



Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with his Counsell of

Warre.



  Caesar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld,

Being so frustrate, tell him,

He mockes the pawses that he makes



   Dol. Caesar, I shall.

Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.



  Caes Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st

Appeare thus to vs?

  Dec. I am call'd Decretas,

Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie

Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spoke

He was my Master, and I wore my life

To spend vpon his haters. If thou please

To take me to thee, as I was to him,

Ile be to Caesar: if y pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life



   Caesar. What is't thou say'st?

  Dec. I say (Oh Caesar) Anthony is dead



   Caesar. The breaking of so great a thing, should make

A greater cracke. The round World

Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets,

And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony

Is not a single doome, in the name lay

A moity of the world



   Dec. He is dead Caesar,

Not by a publike minister of Iustice,

Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-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 robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd

With his most Noble blood



   Caes Looke you sad Friends,

The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings

To wash the eyes of Kings



   Dol. And strange it is,

That Nature must compell vs to lament

Our most persisted deeds



   Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him



   Dola. A Rarer spirit neuer

Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs

Some faults to make vs men. Caesar is touch'd



   Mec. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,

He needes must see him selfe



   Caesar. Oh Anthony,

I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch

Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce

Haue shewne to thee such a declining day,

Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,

In the whole world. But yet let me lament

With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,

That thou my Brother, my Competitor,

In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,

Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,

The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart

Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres

Vnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this.

Heare me good Friends,

But I will tell you at some meeter Season,

The businesse of this man lookes out of him,

Wee'l heare him what he sayes.

Enter an aegyptian.



Whence are you?

  aegyp. A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistris

Confin'd in all, she has her Monument

Of thy intents, desires, instruction,

That she preparedly may frame her selfe

To'th' way shee's forc'd too



   Caesar. Bid her haue good heart,

She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours,

How honourable, and how kindely Wee

Determine for her. For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle

  aegypt. So the Gods preserue thee.

Enter.



  Caes Come hither Proculeius. Go and say

We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts

The quality of her passion shall require;

Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall stroke

She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,

Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,

And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes,

And how you finde of her



   Pro. Caesar I shall.



Exit Proculeius.



  Caes Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to second

Proculeius?

  All. Dolabella



   Caes Let him alone: for I remember now

How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.

Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see

How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,

How calme and gentle I proceeded still

In all my Writings. Go with me, and see

What I can shew in this.



Exeunt.



Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.



  Cleo. My desolation does begin to make

A better life: Tis paltry to be Caesar:

Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue,

A minister of her will: and it is great

To do that thing that ends all other deeds,

Which shackles accedents, and bolts vp change;

Which sleepes, and neuer pallates more the dung,

The beggers Nurse, and Caesars.

Enter Proculeius.



  Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt,

And bids thee study on what faire demands

Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee



   Cleo. What's thy name?

  Pro. My name is Proculeius



   Cleo. Anthony

Did tell me of you, bad me trust you, but

I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd

That haue no vse for trusting. If your Master

Would haue a Queene his begger, you must tell him,

That Maiesty to keepe decorum, must

No lesse begge then a Kingdome: If he please

To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne,

He giues me so much of mine owne, as I

Will kneele to him with thankes



   Pro. Be of good cheere:

Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing,

Make your full reference freely to my Lord,

Who is so full of Grace, that it flowes ouer

On all that neede. Let me report to him

Your sweet dependancie, and you shall finde

A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse,

Where he for grace is kneel'd too



   Cleo. Pray you tell him,

I am his Fortunes Vassall, and I send him

The Greatnesse he has got. I hourely learne

A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly

Looke him i'th' Face



   Pro. This Ile report (deere Lady)

Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied

Of him that caus'd it



   Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd:

Guard her till Caesar come



   Iras. Royall Queene



   Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queene



   Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands



   Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold:

Doe not your selfe such wrong, who are in this

Releeu'd, but not betraid



   Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languish

  Pro. Cleopatra, do not abuse my Masters bounty, by

Th' vndoing of your selfe: Let the World see

His Noblenesse well acted, which your death

Will neuer let come forth



   Cleo. Where art thou Death?

Come hither come; Come, come, and take a Queene

Worth many Babes and Beggers



   Pro. Oh temperance Lady



   Cleo. Sir, I will eate no meate, Ile not drinke sir,

If idle talke will once be necessary

Ile not sleepe neither. This mortall house Ile ruine,

Do Caesar what he can. Know sir, that I

Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court,

Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye

Of dull Octauia. Shall they hoyst me vp,

And shew me to the showting Varlotarie

Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt.

Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde

Lay me starke-nak'd, and let the water-Flies

Blow me into abhorring; rather make

My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet,

And hang me vp in Chaines



   Pro. You do extend

These thoughts of horror further then you shall

Finde cause in Caesar.

Enter Dolabella.



  Dol. Proculeius,

What thou hast done, thy Master Caesar knowes,

And he hath sent for thee: for the Queene,

Ile take her to my Guard



   Pro. So Dolabella,

It shall content me best: Be gentle to her,

To Caesar I will speake, what you shall please,

If you'l imploy me to him.



Exit Proculeius



  Cleo. Say, I would dye



   Dol. Most Noble Empresse, you haue heard of me



   Cleo. I cannot tell



   Dol. Assuredly you know me



   Cleo. No matter sir, what I haue heard or knowne:

You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames,

Is't not your tricke?

  Dol. I vnderstand not, Madam



   Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony.

Oh such another sleepe, that I might see

But such another man



   Dol. If it might please ye



   Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein stucke

A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted

The little o'th' earth



   Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature



   Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme

Crested the world: His voyce was propertied

As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends:

But when he meant to quaile, and shake the Orbe,

He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty,

There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was,

That grew the more by reaping: His delights

Were Dolphin-like, they shew'd his backe aboue

The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery

Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Islands were

As plates dropt from his pocket



   Dol. Cleopatra



   Cleo. Thinke you there was, or might be such a man

As this I dreampt of?

  Dol. Gentle Madam, no



   Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods:

But if there be, not euer were one such

It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe

To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t' imagine

An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainst Fancie,

Condemning shadowes quite



   Dol. Heare me, good Madam:

Your losse is as your selfe, great; and you beare it

As answering to the waight, would I might neuer

Ore-take pursu'de successe: But I do feele

By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites

My very heart at roote



   Cleo. I thanke you sir:

Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me?

  Dol. I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew



   Cleo. Nay pray you sir



   Dol. Though he be Honourable



   Cleo. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph



   Dol. Madam he will, I know't.



Flourish.



Enter Proculeius, Caesar, Gallus, Mecenas, and others of his

Traine.



  All. Make way there Caesar



   Caes Which is the Queene of Egypt



   Dol. It is the Emperor Madam.



Cleo. kneeles.



  Caesar. Arise, you shall not kneele:

I pray you rise, rise Egypt



   Cleo. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus,

My Master and my Lord I must obey,

  Caesar. Take to you no hard thoughts,

The Record of what iniuries you did vs,

Though written in our flesh, we shall remember

As things but done by chance



   Cleo. Sole Sir o'th' World,

I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well

To make it cleare, but do confesse I haue

Bene laden with like frailties, which before

Haue often sham'd our Sex



   Caesar. Cleopatra know,

We will extenuate rather then inforce:

If you apply your selfe to our intents,

Which towards you are most gentle, you shall finde

A benefit in this change: but if you seeke

To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking

Anthonies course, you shall bereaue your selfe

Of my good purposes, and put your children

To that destruction which Ile guard them from,

If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue



   Cleo. And may through all the world: tis yours, & we

your Scutcheons, and your signes of Conquest shall

Hang in what place you please. Here my good Lord



   Caesar. You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra



   Cleo. This is the breefe: of Money, Plate, & Iewels

I am possest of, 'tis exactly valewed,

Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?

  Seleu. Heere Madam



   Cleo. This is my Treasurer, let him speake (my Lord)

Vpon his perill, that I haue reseru'd

To my selfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus



   Seleu. Madam, I had rather seele my lippes,

Then to my perill speake that which is not



   Cleo. What haue I kept backe



   Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known

  Caesar. Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approue

Your Wisedome in the deede



   Cleo. See Caesar: Oh behold,

How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours,

And should we shift estates, yours would be mine.

The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does

Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more trust

Then loue that's hyr'd? What goest thou backe, y shalt

Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes

Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-lesse, Villain, Dog.

O rarely base!

  Caesar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you



   Cleo. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,

That thou vouchsafing heere to visit me,

Doing the Honour of thy Lordlinesse

To one so meeke, that mine owne Seruant should

Parcell the summe of my disgraces, by

Addition of his Enuy. Say (good Caesar)

That I some Lady trifles haue reseru'd,

Immoment toyes, things of such Dignitie

As we greet moderne Friends withall, and say

Some Nobler token I haue kept apart

For Liuia and Octauia, to induce

Their mediation, must I be vnfolded

With one that I haue bred: The Gods! it smites me

Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence,

Or I shall shew the Cynders of my spirits

Through th' Ashes of my chance: Wer't thou a man,

Thou would'st haue mercy on me



   Caesar. Forbeare Seleucus



   Cleo. Be it known, that we the greatest are mis-thoght

For things that others do: and when we fall,

We answer others merits, in our name

Are therefore to be pittied



   Caesar. Cleopatra,

Not what you haue reseru'd, nor what acknowledg'd

Put we i'th' Roll of Conquest: still bee't yours,

Bestow it at your pleasure, and beleeue

Caesars no Merchant, to make prize with you

Of things that Merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd,

Make not your thoughts your prisons: No deere Queen,

For we intend so to dispose you, as

Your selfe shall giue vs counsell: Feede, and sleepe:

Our care and pitty is so much vpon you,

That we remaine your Friend, and so adieu



   Cleo. My Master, and my Lord



   Caesar. Not so: Adieu.



Flourish. Exeunt Caesar, and his Traine.



  Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me,

That I should not be Noble to my selfe.

But hearke thee Charmian



   Iras. Finish good Lady, the bright day is done,

And we are for the darke



   Cleo. Hye thee againe,

I haue spoke already, and it is prouided,

Go put it to the haste



   Char. Madam, I will.

Enter Dolabella.



  Dol. Where's the Queene?

  Char. Behold sir



   Cleo. Dolabella



   Dol. Madam, as thereto sworne, by your command

(Which my loue makes Religion to obey)

I tell you this: Caesar through Syria

Intends his iourney, and within three dayes,

You with your Children will he send before,

Make your best vse of this. I haue perform'd

Your pleasure, and my promise



   Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remaine your debter



   Dol. I your Seruant:

Adieu good Queene, I must attend on Caesar.



Exit



  Cleo. Farewell, and thankes.

Now Iras, what think'st thou?

Thou, an Egyptian Puppet shall be shewne

In Rome aswell as I: Mechanicke Slaues

With greazie Aprons, Rules, and Hammers shall

Vplift vs to the view. In their thicke breathes,

Ranke of grosse dyet, shall we be enclowded,

And forc'd to drinke their vapour



   Iras. The Gods forbid



   Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certaine Iras: sawcie Lictors

Will catch at vs like Strumpets, and scald Rimers

Ballads vs out a Tune. The quicke Comedians

Extemporally will stage vs, and present

Our Alexandrian Reuels: Anthony

Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see

Some squeaking Cleopatra Boy my greatnesse

I'th' posture of a Whore



   Iras. O the good Gods!

  Cleo. Nay that's certaine



   Iras. Ile neuer see't? for I am sure mine Nailes

Are stronger then mine eyes



   Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,

And to conquer their most absurd intents.

Enter Charmian.



Now Charmian.

Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch

My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus,

To meete Marke Anthony. Sirra Iras, go

(Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,)

And when thou hast done this chare, Ile giue thee leaue

To play till Doomesday: bring our Crowne, and all.



A noise within.



Wherefore's this noise?

Enter a Guardsman.



  Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow,

That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence,

He brings you Figges



   Cleo. Let him come in.



Exit Guardsman.



What poore an Instrument

May do a Noble deede: he brings me liberty:

My Resolution's plac'd, and I haue nothing

Of woman in me: Now from head to foote

I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone

No Planet is of mine.

Enter Guardsman, and Clowne.



  Guards. This is the man



   Cleo. Auoid, and leaue him.



Exit Guardsman.



Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there,

That killes and paines not?

  Clow. Truly I haue him: but I would not be the partie

that should desire you to touch him, for his byting is

immortall: those that doe dye of it, doe seldome or neuer

recouer



   Cleo. Remember'st thou any that haue dyed on't?

  Clow. Very many, men and women too. I heard of

one of them no longer then yesterday, a very honest woman,

but something giuen to lye, as a woman should not

do, but in the way of honesty, how she dyed of the byting

of it, what paine she felt: Truely, she makes a verie

good report o'th' worme: but he that wil beleeue all that

they say, shall neuer be saued by halfe that they do: but

this is most falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme



   Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell



   Clow. I wish you all ioy of the Worme



   Cleo. Farewell



   Clow. You must thinke this (looke you,) that the

Worme will do his kinde



   Cleo. I, I, farewell



   Clow. Looke you, the Worme is not to bee trusted,

but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is

no goodnesse in the Worme



   Cleo. Take thou no care, it shall be heeded



   Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it

is not worth the feeding



   Cleo. Will it eate me?

  Clow. You must not think I am so simple, but I know

the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman: I know, that

a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the diuell dresse her

not. But truly, these same whorson diuels doe the Gods

great harme in their women: for in euery tenne that they

make, the diuels marre fiue



   Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell



   Clow. Yes forsooth: I wish you ioy o'th' worm.



Exit



  Cleo. Giue me my Robe, put on my Crowne, I haue

Immortall longings in me. Now no more

The iuyce of Egypts Grape shall moyst this lip.

Yare, yare, good Iras; quicke: Me thinkes I heare

Anthony call: I see him rowse himselfe

To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock

The lucke of Caesar, which the Gods giue men

To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come:

Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title.

I am Fire, and Ayre; my other Elements

I giue to baser life. So, haue you done?

Come then, and take the last warmth of my Lippes.

Farewell kinde Charmian, Iras, long farewell.

Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes? Dost fall?

If thou, and Nature can so gently part,

The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch,

Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lye still?

If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world,

It is not worth leaue-taking



   Char. Dissolue thicke clowd, & Raine, that I may say

The Gods themselues do weepe



   Cleo. This proues me base:

If she first meete the Curled Anthony,

Hee'l make demand of her, and spend that kisse

Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch,

With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate,

Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole,

Be angry, and dispatch. Oh could'st thou speake,

That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse, vnpolicied



   Char. Oh Easterne Starre



   Cleo. Peace, peace:

Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast,

That suckes the Nurse asleepe



   Char. O breake! O breake!

  Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle.

O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.

What should I stay-



Dyes.



  Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well:

Now boast thee Death, in thy possession lyes

A Lasse vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze,

And golden Phoebus, neuer be beheld

Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away,

Ile mend it, and then play-

Enter the Guard rustling in; and Dolabella.



  1.Guard. Where's the Queene?

  Char. Speake softly, wake her not



   1 Caesar hath sent

  Char. Too slow a Messenger.

Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee



   1 Approach hoa,

All's not well: Caesar's beguild



   2 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar: call him



   1 What worke is heere Charmian?

Is this well done?

  Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princesse

Descended of so many Royall Kings.

Ah Souldier.



Charmian dyes.



Enter Dolabella.



  Dol. How goes it heere?

  2.Guard. All dead



   Dol. Caesar, thy thoughts

Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming

To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou

So sought'st to hinder.

Enter Caesar and all his Traine, marching.



  All. A way there, a way for Caesar



   Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer:

That you did feare, is done



   Caesar. Brauest at the last,

She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall

Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths,

I do not see them bleede



   Dol. Who was last with them?

  1.Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs:

This was his Basket



   Caesar. Poyson'd then



   1.Guard. Oh Caesar:

This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake:

I found her trimming vp the Diadem;

On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood,

And on the sodaine dropt



   Caesar. Oh Noble weakenesse:

If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare

By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe,

As she would catch another Anthony

In her strong toyle of Grace



   Dol. Heere on her brest,

There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne,

The like is on her Arme



   1.Guard. This is an Aspickes traile,

And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such

As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle



   Caesar. Most probable

That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee

She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite

Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed,

And beare her Women from the Monument,

She shall be buried by her Anthony.

No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it

A payre so famous: high euents as these

Strike those that make them: and their Story is

No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which

Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall

In solemne shew, attend this Funerall,

And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see

High Order, in this great Solemnity.



Exeunt. omnes



FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie, and Cleopatra.