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Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my
Cæs. Bid her have good heart :
Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. . Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius : go, and say We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require ; Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. Go; And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, And how you find of her.
Pro. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Proculeius.
Cæs. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius?
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
Pro. Be of good cheer;
Cleo. [within]. Pray you tell him
Pro. This I 'll report, dear lady.
Gal. You see how easily she may be surprised.— [Proculeius and two of the Guard enter the
Monument by a ladder placed against a window, and come behind Cleopatra. Others
unbar and open the gates. Guard her till Cæsar come. [Exit GALLUS.
Iras. Royal queen!
[Draws a dagger. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold! [Disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Relieved, but not betrayed.
Cleo. What, of death too,
Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Pro. O, temperance, lady!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat; I 'll not drink, sir: If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither : this mortal house I 'll ruin, Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinioned at your master's court, Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And shew me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Scene II.-Alexandria. & Room in the Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
Gallus, and Soldiers.
Cleo. [within). What's thy name?
Cleo. [within]. Antony
Be gentle grave to me: rather on Nilus' mud Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods!
It 's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuff My country's high pyramidés my gibbet, To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine And hang me up in chains !
An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Pro. You do extend
Condemning shadows quite.
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight. 'Would I might Enter DOLABELLA.
never Dol. Proculeius,
O'ertake pursued success but I do feel, What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots And he hath sent for thee : as for the queen, My very heart at root. I'll take her to my guard.
Cleo, I thank you, sir. Pro. So, Dolabella,
Know you what Cæsar means to do with me? It shall content me best : be gentle to her.
Dol, I am loth to tell you what I would you To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please,
knew. If you 'll employ me to him. [To CLEOPATRA.
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,Cleo. Say, I would die.
Dol. Though he be honourable, (Exeunt Procureius and Soldiers.
Cleo. He 'll lead me, then, in triumph ? Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of
Dol, Madam, he will: I know it.
Within. Make way there :--Cæsar! Cleo. I cannot tell.
Enter CÆSAR, Gallus, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS, Dol. Assuredly you know me.
Seleucus, and Attendants.
Cæs. Which is the Queen of Egypt?
[CLEOPATRA kneels. Dol. I understand not, madam.
Cæs. Arise; you shall not kneel.Cleo. I dreamed there was an emperor An- | I pray you, rise : rise, Egypt. tony :
Cleo. Sir, the gods O, such another sleep, that I might see
Will have it thus : my master and my lord But such another man!
I must obey. Dol. If it might please you,
Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts : Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein The record of what injuries you did us, stuck
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember A sun and moon, which kept their course, and As things but done by chance. lighted
Cleo. Sole sir o' the world, The little O, the earth.
I cannot project mine own cause so well Dol. Most sovereign creature,–
To make it clear: but do confess I have Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm Been laden with like frailties which before Crested the world : his voice was propertied Have often shamed our sex. As all the tunéd spheres, and that to friends ; Cæs. Cleopatra, know But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, We will extenuate rather than enforce. He was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, If you apply yourself to our intents There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, (Which towards you are most gentle), you shall That grew the more by reaping : his delights
find Were dolphin-like; they shewed his back above A benefit in this change : but if you seek The element they lived in : in his livery
To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Walked crowns and crownets; realms and Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself islands were
Of my good purposes, and put your children As plates dropped from his pocket.
To that destruction which I 'll guard them from Dol. Cleopatra,
If thereon you rely. I 'll take my leave. Cleo. Think you there was or might be such Cleo. And may through all the world : 't is a man
yours; and we, As this I dreamed of?
Your 'scutcheons and your signs of conquest, Dol. Gentle madam, no.
We answer others' merits in our name:
ledged, Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be it yours, Bestow it at your pleasure : and believe Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you of things that merchants sold. Therefore be
cheered; Make not your thoughts your prisons; no, dear
Cleo. My master and my lord!
I should not
[Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady: the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Cleo. Hie thee again :
Char. Madam, I will.
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good
lord :Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and
jewels, I am possessed of: 't is exactly valued ; Not petty things admitted.—Where's Seleucus ?
Sel. Here, madam.
lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserved To myself nothing.--Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Cleo. What have I kept back?
known. Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra : I approve Your wisdom in the deed.
Cleo. See, Cæsar! 0, behold How pomp is followed !-mine will now be yours: And, should we shift estates, yours would be
mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild :-O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired !- What, go'st thou back?
thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee: but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings ! Slave, soulless villain,
dog! O rarely base!!
Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this, That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar, That I some lady trifles have reserved, Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal; and say, Some nobler token I have kept apart For Livia and Octavia, to induce Their mediation ; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred ? The gods! it smites
: me Beneath the fall I have.-Pr'y thee, go hence;
[To SELEUCUS. Or I shall shew the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance :-wert thou a
man, Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
Cæs. Forbear, Seleucus. [Exit SeleucUS. • Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are
mis-thought For things that others do; and when we fall,
Intends his journey, and within three days
Dol. I your servant. Adieu, good queen : I must attend on Cæsar. | Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dolabella.
Now, Iras, what think'st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shewn In Rome, as well as I: mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view : in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded, And forced to drink their vapour.
Iras. The gods forbid !
Cleo. Nay, 't is most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out o'tune : the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Cleo. Get thee hence : farewell. Our Alexandrian revels: Antony
Clown. I wish you all joy o' the worm. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the basket. Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness Clown. You must think this, look you, that I'the posture of a whore.
the worm will do his kind. Iras. O the good gods.!
Cleo. Ay, ay : farewell. Cleo. Nay, that is certain.
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted Iras. I 'll never see it; for I am sure my nails but in the keeping of wise people: for indeed Are stronger than mine eyes.
there is no goodness in the worm. Cleo. Why, that's the way
Cleo. Take thou no care: it shall be heeded. To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray Their most absurd intents.--Now Charmian? you; for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eat me?
Clown. You must not think I am so simple Shew me, my women, like a queen: go fetch but I know the devil himself will not eat a My best attires: I am again for Cydnus, woman. I know that a woman is a dish for the To meet Marc Antony.--Sirrah Iras, go.
gods, if the devil dress her not: but truly these Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed: same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give their women; for in every ten that they make, thee leave
the devils mar five. To play till doomsday.-Bring our crown and all. Cleo. Well, get thee gone: farewell.
[Exit Tras.-A noise within. Clown. Yes, forsooth. I wish you joy of the Wherefore 's this noise ?
[Exit. Enter one of the Guard.
Re-enter Iras, with a robe, crown, &c. Guard. Here is a rural fellow
Cleo. Give me my robe ; put on my crown. I That will not be denied your highness' presence :
have He brings you figs.
Immortal longings in me: now no more Cleo. Let him come in. [Erit Guard].—How The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip.poor an instrument
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.—Methinks I hear May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Antony call : I see him rouse himself My resolution 's placed, and I have nothing To praise my noble act: I hear him mock Of woman in me. Now from head to foot The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon To excuse their after-wrath.—Husband, I come: No planet is of mine.
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket. | I give to baser life. So; have you done? Guard. This is the man.
Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him.- [Exit Guard. Farewell, kind Charmian :-Iras, long farewell. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
[Kisses them. Tras falls and dies. That kills and pains not ?
Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall? Clown. Truly I have him : but I would not be If thou and nature can so gently part, the party that should desire you to touch him, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, for his biting is immortal : those that do die of Which hurts and is desired. Dost thou lie still? it, do seldom or never recover.
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died It is not worth leave-taking. on't?
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain : that I Clown. Very many, men and women too. I
may say, heard of one of them no longer than yesterday : The gods themselves do weep! a very honest woman, but something given to Cleo. This proves me base : lie, as a woman should not do but in the way of If she first meet the curled Antony, honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what | He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss pain she felt ;-truly she makes a very good Which is my heaven to have.-Come, thou mortal report o' the worm : but he that will believe all
wretch, that they say, shall never be saved by half that [To the asp, which she applies to her breast. they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate an odd worm.
Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool,
Cleo. Assweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,- || Char. Too slow a messenger. [ Applies the asp. · O Antony!-Nay, I will take thee too :
O come ! apace, despatch! I partly feel thee. [Applying another asp to her arm. 1st Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. What should I stay- [Falls on a bed, and dies.
Cæsar's beguiled. Char. In this wild world?_So, fare thee well. 2nd Guard. There's Dolabella sent from CæNow boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
sar:-call him. A lass unparalleled.-Downy windows, close ; 1st Guard. What work is here ?-Charmian, And golden Phæbus never be beheld
is this well done? Of eyes again so royal !-Your crown 's awry : Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess I 'll mend it, and then play.
Descended of so many royal kings.
[Dies. Enter the Guard, rushing in. . 1st Guard. Where is the queen?
Enter DOLABELLA. Char. Speak softly; wake her not.
Dol. How goes it here? 1st Guard. Cæsar hath sent
2nd Guard. All dead.