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Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,

“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 noears ?--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


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. 0, 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 TuYREUS. 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 Thyreus.

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,

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


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

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.


my lord

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

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Enter Cæsar, reading a letter ; AGRIPPA,

MECÆNAs, and others.
Cæs. He calls me boy, and chides as he had

To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal

Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die ; meantime,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he 's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Cæs. Let our best heads

Know that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight :-within our files there are

Of those that served Marc Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in.—See it be done ; Thou,—and thou,—and thou :-you have served
And feast the army : we have store to do 't,

me well, And they have earned the waste.—Poor Antony! And kings have been your fellows :

[Exeunt. Cleo. What means this?

Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots


Out of the mind.
Scene II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Ant. And thou art honest too.

I wish I could be made so many men,

And all of you clapped up together in
MIAN, Iras, Alexas, and others.

An Antony; that I might do you service
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. So good as you have done.
Eno. No.

Serv. The gods forbid !
Ant. Why should he not?

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night; Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better Scant not my cups; and make as much of me fortune,

As when mine empire was your fellow too, He is twenty men to one.

And suffered my command. Ant. To-morrow, soldier,

Cleo. What does he mean? By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,

Eno. To make his followers weep. Or bathe my dying honour in the blood

Ant. 'Tend me to night: Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight May be it is the period of your duty : well!

Haply you shall not see me more; or if, Eno. I 'll strike, and cry “ Take all!" A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow Ant. Well said; come on.

You 'll serve another master. I look on you Call forth my household servants : let's to night As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,

I turn you not away ; but, like a master
Enter Servants.

Married to your good service, stay till death. Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand; 'Tend me to-night two hours; I ask no more ; Thou hast been rightly honest :so hast thou ;- And the gods yield you for 't !

Eno. What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort ? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-eyed : for shame, Transform us not to women.

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 burn this night with torches.

Know, my hearts, I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you Where rather I 'll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Let's to supper,-come, And drown consideration.


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Enter two Soldiers to their guard. 1st Sol. Brother, good night : to-morrow is

the day. 2nd Sol. It will determine one way: fare you

well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ?

1st Sol. Nothing : what news? 2nd Sol. Belike 't is but a rumour: good night

to you.

1st Sol. Well, sir, good night.

Enter two other Soldiers. 2nd Sol. Soldiers, have careful watch. 3rd Sol. And you. Good night, good night.

[ The first two place themselves at their posts. 4th Sol. Here we: [they take their posts]

and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. 3rd Sol. 'T is a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Music of hautboys under the stage. 4th Sol. Peace: what noise? 1 st Sol. List, list! 2nd Sol. Hark! 1st Sol. Music i' the air! 3rd Sol. Under the earth! 4th Sol. It signs well, does it not? 3rd Sol. No. 1st Sol. Peace, I say. What should this mean? 2nd Sol. "T is the god Hercules, whom Antony

loved, Now leaves him.

1st Sol. Walk: let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

[They advance to another post.

Enter Eros, with armour.
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.- Come.

Cleo. Nay, I 'll help too.
What's this for?

Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart.-False, false : this,

this. Cleo. Sooth, la, I 'll help: thus it must be.

Ant. Well, well: We shall thrive now.-Seest thou, my good fel

low ?
Go, put on thy defences.

Eros. Briefly, sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well!

Ant. Rarely, rarely :
He that unbuckles this till we do please
To doff 't for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen 's a squire
More tight at this than thou : despatch.-0 love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and

knew'st The royal occupation, thou shouldst see

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SCENE VI.-CÆSAR's Camp before Alexandria.

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2nd Offi. The morn is fair.--Good-morrow,

general. All. Good-morrow, general.

Ant. "T is well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so : come, give me that: this way: well said. Fare thee well, dame : whate'er becomes of

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA,

ENOBARBUS, and others. Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight. Our will is Antony be took alive : Make it so known.

Agr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Agrippa. Cæs. The time of universal


is near : Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nooked

world Shall bear the olive freely.


This is a soldier's kiss [Kisses her] : rebukable
And worthy shameful check it were to stand
On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave

thee Now like a man of steel.-You that will fight, Follow me close : I 'll bring you to 't.-Adieu. [Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and Soldiers.

Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me. He goes forth galiantly. That he and Cæsar

might Determine this great war in single fight! Then Antony—but now !-Well, on. [Exeunt.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Antony is come into the field.

Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself


[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony : for this pains
Cæsar hath hanged him. Canidius and the

That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill:
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Sol. Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus. The messenger
Came on my guard ; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.
Eno. I give it you.

Mock not, Enobarbus:
I tell you true. Best that you safed the bringer
Out of the host : I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.

[E.cit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have

paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my

heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't,

I feel.
I fight against thee!-No: I will go

seek Some ditch wherein to die : the foul'st best

fits My latter part of life.


Scene V.-Antony's Camp near Alexandria. Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros; a

Soldier meeting them. Sol. The gods make this a happy day to

Antony ! Ant. 'Would thou and those thy scars had

once prevailed To make me fight at land!

Sol. Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Followed thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus :
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Say, “I am none of thine.”

Ant. What sayst thou?
Sol. Sir, he is with Cæsar.
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure he has not

with him. Ant. Is he gone? Sol. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after: do it : Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings : Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master.—0, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men.—Despatch.—Enobarbus!



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