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O sun,

Enter Antony, borne by the Guard. Cleo. Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling

stand The varying shore o' the world !-O Antony ! Antony, Antony !--Charmian, help; help, Iras; Help, friends below : let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace : Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony; But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony Should

conquer Antony: but woe 't is so! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: only I here importune death awhile, until Of many

thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

Cleo. I dare not, dear (Dear my lord, pardon); I dare not, Lest I be taken. Not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Cæsar ever shall Be brooched with me:ifknife,drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe : Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demurring upon me.—But come, come, Antony :Help me, my women,

-we must draw thee up: Assist, good friends.

Ant. O quick, or I am gone.
Cleo. Here's sport indeed!-How heavy weighis

Ant. One word, sweet queen : Of Cæsar seek your honour with your safety.-0!

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me:
None about Cæsar trust but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution and my hands I 'll trust : None about Cæsar.

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 lived the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest: and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet To my countryman :—a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going ! I can no more.

[Dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty ?–0 see, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt!--My lord ! 0, withered is the garland of the war; The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys and girls Are level now with men: the odds is

gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon! [She faints.

Char. O, quietness, lady!
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
Char. Lady!
Iras. Madam !
Char. O madam, madam, madam!
Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress !
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman! and com-

By such poor passion as the maid that milks,
And does the meanest chares.It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught:
Patience is sottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad : then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare coine to us!-How do you, women?
What, what? good cheer! Why, how now,

Charmian ? My noble girls !-- Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent; it's out.—Good sirs, take heart.

[To the Guard below. We'll bury him: and then, what 's brave, what's

noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women ! come: we have no friend But resolution and the briefest end. [Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's body.

my lord!

Our strength is all gone into heaviness :
That makes the weight!-Had I great Juno's power,
The strong-winged Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little:-
Wishers were ever fools:-0, come, come, come;

[ They draw ANTONY up. And welcome, welcome ! die where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing : had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.

Al. A heavy sight!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence.


Scene 1.–Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.


Gallus, Proculeius, and others. Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella ; bid him yield : Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.

Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit DOLABELLA.

Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou

that dar'st Appear thus to us?

Der. I am called Dercetas :
Marc Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served : whilst he stood up and spoke
He was my master, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I 'll be to Cæsar : if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.

Cæs. What is 't thou sayst ?
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should

A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
Is not a single doom: in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

Der. He is dead, Cæsar; Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hiréd knife: but that self hand Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, Splitted the heart.—This is his sword;

I robbed his wound of it: behold it stained
With his most noble blood.

Cæs. Look you sad, friends ?
The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

Agr. And strange it is
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours
Waged equal with him

Agr. A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults will make us men.—Cæsar is touched.

[ Aside. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before

him, He needs must see himself. Cæs.

O Antony, I have followed thee to this !—But we do lance Diseases in our bodies : I must perforce Have shewn to thee such a declining day, Or look on thine; we could not stall together In the whole world : but yet let me lament, With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou, my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that our stars Unreconcileable, should divide Our equalness to this.—Hear me, good friends, But I will tell you at some meeter season :

Enter a Messenger. The business of this man looks out of him; We'll hear him what he says.—Whence are you?

Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my

Confined in all she has (her monument),
Of thy intents desires instruction :
That she preparédly may frame herself
To the way she 's forced to.

Cæs. Bid her have good heart :
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her: for Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle.

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?

[Exit Gallus.

Alec :} Dolabella!


Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now How he's employed: he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent: where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war; How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings. Go with me, and see What I can shew in this.


I do not greatly care to be deceived,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquered Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.

Pro. Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand; fear nothing:
Make your full reverence freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace that it flows over
On all that need. Let me report to him
Your sweet dependency: and you shall find
A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneeled to.
Cleo. [within].

Pray you tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him The greatness he has got. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly Look him i' the face.

Pro. This I 'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for I know your plight is pitied Of him that caused it.

Gal. You see how easily she may be surprised.[Procureius 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 Galius.

Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra, thou art taken, queen!
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands!

[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,
That rids our dogs of languish ?

Pro. Cleopatra,
Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worth many babes and beggars !

Pro. 0, 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 chástised 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. A Room in the Monument.

Enter CLEOPATRA, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life. "T is paltry to be Cæsar : Not being furtune, he's but fortune's knave; A minister of her will. And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Enter, to the gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS,

Gallus, and Soldiers.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of

And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.

Cleo. [within]. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.

Cleo. [within). Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you: but

Be gentle grave to me: rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring: rather make
My country's high pyramidés my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains !

Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Find cause in Cæsar.

Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods! But if there be or ever were one such, It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite. Dol.

Hear me, good madam : Your loss is as yourself, great ; and you bear it As answering to the weight. 'Would I might



Dol. Proculeius, What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, And he hath sent for thee : as for the

queen, I'll take her to my guard.

Pro. So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best : be gentle to her.-
To Cæsar I will speak what you

shall please, If you 'll employ me to him. [ To CLEOPATRA. Cleo. Say, I would die.

[Exeunt ProculEius and Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of

me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol. Assuredly you know me. Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or

known. You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams: Is 't not your

trick? Dol. I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dreamed there was an emperor An

tony :-
O, such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man !

Dol. If it might please you,-
Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein

stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course, and

lighted The little 0, the earth.

Dol. Most sovereign creature,

Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tunéd spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, That grew the more by reaping : his delights Were dolphin-like; they shewed his back above The element they lived in : in his livery Walked crowns and crownets; realms and

islands were
As plates dropped from his pocket.

Dol. Cleopatra,
Cleo. Think you there was or might be such

O'ertake pursued success but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots
My very heart at root.

Cleo. I thank you, sir.


what Cæsar means to do with me? Dol. I am loth to tell you what I would you

Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,-
Dol. Though he be honourable,-
Cleo. He 'll lead me, then, in triumph ?
Dol. Madam, he will : I know it.

Within. Make way there :-Cæsar!
Enter Cæsar, Gallus, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS,

SELEUCUS, and Attendants. Cæs. Which is the Queen of Egypt? Dol. It is the emperor, madam.

(CLEOPATRA kneels. Cæs. Arise ; you shall not kneel.I pray you, rise : rise, Egypt.

Cleo. Sir, the gods
Will have it thus : my master and my lord
I must obey.

Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts :
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.

Cleo. Sole sir o'the world,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear: but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties which before
Have often shamed our sex.

Cleopatra, know
We will extenuate rather than enforce.
If you apply yourself to our intents
(Which towards you are most gentle), you shall

find A benefit in this change: but if you seek To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself Of my good purposes, and put your children To that destruction which I 'll guard them from If thereon you rely. I 'll take my leave. Cleo. And may through all the world : 't is

yours; and we, Your 'scutcheons and your signs of conquest, Hang in what place you please. Here, my good

a man As this I dreamed of?

Dol. Gentle madam, no.


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.
Cleo. This is my treasurer : let him speak, my

lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserved To myself nothing.–Speak the truth, Seleucus.

Sel. Madam,
I had rather seel my lips than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.

Cleo. What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made

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

We answer others' merits in our name:
Are therefore to be pitied.

Cæs. Cleopatra,
Not what you have reserved, nor what acknow-

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

For we intend so to dispose you as
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend : and so adieu.

Cleo. My master and my lord !
Cæs. Not so: adieu. [Exeunt Cæsar and Train.
Cleo. He words me, girls; he words me, that

I should not
Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian.

[Whispers Charmian. Iras. Finish, good lady: the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.

Cleo. Hie thee again :
I have spoke already, and it is provided.
Go, put it to the haste.

Char. Madam, I will.

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Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this : Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey, and within three days
You with your children will he send before.
Make your best use of this : I have performed
Your pleasure and my promise.

Cleo, Dolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.

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


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,

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