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Which has no need of you : begone.
My treasure's in the harbour; take it.—0,
1 followed that I blushed to look upon!
My very hairs do mutiny : for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting.–Friends, begone: you shall
Have letters from me to some friends that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness : take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway:
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.

Leave me, I pray, a little : 'pray you now.-
Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command;
Therefore I pray you.—I 'll see you by-and-by.

[Sits doun. | Enter Eros and Cleopatra, led by CHARMIAN

and Iras.
Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him :-comfort him.
Iras. Do, most dear queen.
Char. Do! Why, what else?
Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno!
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, sir?

Scene X.-Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt. Ant. O fie, fie, fie! Char. Madam,

Enter Cæsar, Dolabella, Thyreus, and others. Iras. Madam; O good empress !

Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Eros. Sir, sir,

Antony.Ant. Yes, my lord, yes :he at Philippi kept | Know you him? His sword even like a dancer, while I struck Dol. Cæsar, 't is his schoolmaster : The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 't was I

An argument that he is plucked, when hither That the mad Brutus ended : he alone

He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
In the brave squares of war: yet now-no matter. | Not many moons gone by.

Cleo. Ah, stand by.
Eros. The queen, my lord; the queen.

Iras. Go to him, madam; speak to him:

Cæs. Approach, and speak. He is unqualitied with very shame.

Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony: Cleo. Well then, sustain me.-0!

I was of late as petty to his ends Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen ap- | | As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf proaches :

To his grand sea. Her head's declined, and death will seize her; | Cæs. Be it so: declare thine office. but

Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, Your comfort makes the rescue.

and Ant. I have offended reputation :

Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, A most unnoble swerving !

He lessens his requests, and to thee sues Eros. Sir, the queen.

To let him breathe between the heavens and Ant. 0, whither hast thou led me, Egypt?

earth, See

A private man, in Athens. This for him. How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness ; By looking back on what I have left behind Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves 'Stroyed in dishonour.

The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Cleo. O my lord, my lord,

Now hazarded to thy grace. Forgive my fearful sails ! I little thought

Cæs. For Antony, You would have followed.

I have no ears to his request. The queen Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, From Egypt drive her all disgracéd friend, And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spirit Or take his life there : this if she perform, Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Eup. Fortune pursue thee! Command me.

Cæs. Bring him through the bands. Cleo. O, my pardon!

[Exit EUPHRONIUS. Ant. Now I must

To try thy eloquence now 't is time : [ To Thyreus. To the young man send humble treaties, dodge

despatch: And palter in the shifts of lowness: who

From Antony win Cleopatra : promise, With half the bulk o' the world played as I And in our name, what she requires : add more pleased,

(From thine invention) offers. Women are Making and marring fortunes. You did know

not How much you were my conqueror; and that In their best fortunes strong; but want will perMy sword, made weak by my affection, would

jure Obey it on all cause.

The ne'er-touched vestal. Try thy cunning, ThyCleo. O pardon, pardon!

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say: one of them rates Make thine own edict for thy pains; which All that is won and lost! Give me a kiss : Even this repays me.—Wesent our schoolmaster; | Will answer as a law. Is he come back ?—Love, I am full of lead : Thyr. Cæsar, I go. Some wine, within there, and our viands :-for Cæs. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; tune knows

And what thou think'st his very action speaks We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. In every power that moves.

[Exeunt. Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt.

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Scene XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square.

[Aside. Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, Charmian, and The loyalty well held to fools does make IRAS.

Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Eno. Think, and die.

Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Cleo. Is Antony or we in fault for this ? And earns a place i' the story.

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled

Enter Thyreus,
From that great face of war, whose several ranges Cleo. Cæsar's will ?
Frighted each other, why should he follow? Thyr. Hear it apart.
The itch of his affection should not then

Cleo. None but friends : say boldly.
Have nicked his captainship; at such a point, Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
When half to half the world opposed, he being Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has;
The meréd question : ’T was a shame no less | Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know
And leave his navy gazing.

Whose he is we are; and that's Cæsar's.
Cleo. Pr'y thee, peace.

Thyr. So.-
Enter Antony, with EUPHRONIUS.

Thus then, thou most renowned: Cæsar entreats

Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Ant. Is this his answer ?

Further than he is Cæsar. Eup. Ay, my lord.

Cleo. Go on :-right royal. Ant. The queen shall, then, have courtesy, so

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony she

As you did love, but as you feared him. Will yield us up.

Cleo. 0! Eup. He says so.

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, Ant. Let her know it.

he To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,

Does pity as constrainéd blemishes, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

Not as deserved. With principalities.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows Cleo. That head, my lord ?

What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose

But conquered merely. Of youth upon him; from which the world should

Eno. To be sure of that, [Aside. note

I will ask Antony.—Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,

That we must leave thee to thy sinking; for May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon

Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARBUS. Asi' the command of Cæsar. I dare him, therefore,

Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar

What you require of him? for he partly begs To lay his gay comparisons apart,

To be desired to give. It much would please him And answer me (declined), sword against sword,

That of his fortunes you should make a staff Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

To lean upon : but it would warm his spirits [Exeunt Antony and EUPHRONIUS.

To hear from me you had left Antony, Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæsar will

And put yourself under his shroud, Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show

The universal landlord.
Against a sworder!-I see men's judgments are

Cleo. What's your name?
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,

Cleo. Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cæsar this :—In deputation Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will

I kiss his conquering hand: tell him I am prompt Answer his emptiness!—Cæsar, thou hast subdued His judgment too.

To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:

Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear Enter an Attendant.

The doom of Egypt. Att. A messenger from Cæsar.

Thyr. "T is your noblest course. Cleo. What, no more ceremony !-See, my | Wisdom and fortune combating together, women!

If that the former dare but what it can, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay That kneeled unto the buds.-Admit him, sir. | My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place As it rained kisses.

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, And say "God quit you !" be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, And plighter of high hearts !-.0, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The hornéd herd! for I have savage cause; And to proclaim it civilly were like A haltered neck which does the hangman thank For being yare about him.-Is he whipped ?

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

Thyr. One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest
To have command obeyed.

Eno. You will be whipped.
Ant. Approach, there :-ay, you kite !—Now

gods and devils !
Authority melts from me.Oflate, when I cried “Ho!"
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, "Your will?”—Have you no ears ?-I am

Enter Attendants. Antony yet.—Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

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

Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him.-Were 't twenty of the greatest tri

butaries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here,-(what's her

name Since she was Cleopatra ?)—Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thyr. Marc Antony,

Ant. Tug him away: being whipped, Bring him again. This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.-

(Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders ?

Cleo. Good my lord, -

Ant. You have been a boggler ever :But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Cleo. O, is it come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's: besides what hotter hours, Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously picked out: for I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

Re-enter Attendants with Thyreus. 1st Atten. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he, and begged he pardon? 1st Atten. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him: henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee : Shake thou to look on 't. - Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say He makes me angry with him: for he seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry: And at this time most easy 't is to do it; When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranchised bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou. Hence, with thy stripes; begone! [Exit Thyrsus.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed ; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!

Cleo. I must stay his time.

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

Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant. Coldhearted toward me!

Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail
And poison it in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck : as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite :
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandering of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. I am satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our severed navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sealike.

Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou

hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
There's hope in it yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord !

Ant. I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests : but now I 'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my sad captains; fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo. It is my birthday : I had thought to have held it poor : but since

my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We 'll yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do so; we'll speak to them; and to-night

I'll force
The wine peep through their scars.—Come on,

my queen: There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt Antony, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he 'll outstare the lightning. To be

furious Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge: and I see still A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him.


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