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Lament nor sorrow at ; but please your thoughts,
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I liv'd, 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 vanquish'd. 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!—
Q, wither'd 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. dy,

Iras. Kiain,

Char. O madam, madam, madam'

Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress!

har. Peace, peace, Iras. [manded Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman; and comBy such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.—It were for me To throw my sceptre at the "...f. 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 come to us?—How do you, women? What, what? food cheer! Why, how now, Charinian My noble girls!—Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take eart:- (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.


Scene I.-Caesar's Camp before Alexandria.


Caes. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by The pauses that he makes.

Dol. Caesar, I shall. [Exit Dolabella.

Enter DERCetAs, with the sword of Antony.

Caes. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Appear thus to us? [dar'st

Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy Best to be serv'd : whilst he stood up, and spoke, He was my master; and I wore my }. To spend upon his haters; if thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life.

Caes. What is't thou say'st?

Der. I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.

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

Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired 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 robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain’d
With his most noble blood.

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

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

Mec. Waged equal with him. Jr. A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before He needs must see himself. [him, res. O Antony! I have follow'd 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 Unreconcileable, should divide [stars, 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 Confin'd in all she has, her monument, simistress, Of thy intents desires instruction; That she preparedly may frame herself To the way she's forced to. Caes. 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 Caesar cannot live To be ungentle. Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. Caes. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comThe quality of her passion ini require; [forts 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. ro, Caesar, I shall. [Exit Proculeius. Cars. Gallus, go you along—Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius 2 [Exit Gallus. Agr. & Mec. Dolabella Caes. 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. [Exeunt.

Scene II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being fortune, |. 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 Caesar's.

His taints and honours

Enter, to the gates of the Monument, PRoculeius,
GAllus, and Soldiers.
Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
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
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
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 #. : if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
ro. Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing:
Make your sull 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 kneel'd 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 caus'd it.
Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd;
(Here Proculeius, and two of the Guard, ascend
the Monument by a ladder placed against a
window, and having descended, come behind
Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and
open the gates.)
Guard her till Caesar come.
[To Proculeius and the Guard.
Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra' thou art taken, queen!—
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.
(Drawing a dagger.)
Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold:
(Seizes and disarms her.)
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Reliev'd, but not betray’d.

Exit Gallus.

- What, of death too, That rids our dogs of languish 2 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, corue! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! ro. 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 Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And shew me to the shouting varletr Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt 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 pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains! Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Caesar. Enter Dola BELLA. Dol. Proculeius,

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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 dream’d, there was an emperor Antony;O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! ol. If it might please you, Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and The little O, the earth. [lighted Dol. Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned 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 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they .# his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands Aote: dropp'd from his pocket. [were ol. Cleopatra.Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a As this I dream'd off [man Dol. Gentle madann, no. 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 staff To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagius 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 O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, [never By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root. Cleo. I thank you, sir. Know you, what Caesar means to do with me? Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would von Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir, knew. - Though he be honourable.— Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph 1 ol. Madam, he will; I know it. Within. Make way there, Caesar.

Enter CAESAR, GAllus, PRoculeius, MEckxas, SELEUcus, and Attendants.

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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 sham'd our sex. Caes. Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: {{*. apply yourself to our intents, QWhich 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 *i. bereave yourself 9s 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: 'tis yours; and we, [shall Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, Hang in o: place you please. Here, my good ord. Caes. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, I am possess'd of: 'tis exactl ::. Not petty things admitted.—Where's Seleucus? Sel. Here, madam. [lord, Cleo.This is my treasurer; let him speak, my Upon his peril, that I have reserv’d To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. I § ... rather seel my lips, than, to my peril, Speak that which o. y p Cleo. What have I kept back? Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Cats. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Your wisdom in the deed. Sleo. See, Caesar! O, behold, How 5. is follow'd' mine will now be your's; And, should we shift estates, your's would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild:—O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hir'd'—What, goest thou back? thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain, O rarely base! [dog! cro- Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Caesar, 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 b Addition of his envy Say, occur. That I some lady's trifles have reserv'd, 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 sme With one that I have bred The gods! it smites Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; (To Seleucus.) Or I shall shew the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance:-Wert thou a

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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!
Cars. Not so: Adieu.
[Exeunt Caesar and his train.
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I
should not
Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian.
(". 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. ë. Madam, I will.

Re-enter Dola BELLA.

Dol. Where is the queen?

Char. Behold, sir. [Exit Char.

Cleo. Dolabella?

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my love makes religion to obey, I tell you this: Caesar 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 perform'd Your pleasure, and my promise.

Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remain your debtor.

- I your servant.

Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.

Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dol.] 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 forc'd to drink their vapour- -

Iras. The gods forbid!

Cleo. Nay, 'tis 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 Our A. revels; Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' the posture of a whore.

Iras. O the good gods!

Cleo. Nay, that is certain.

Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer. Their most absurd intents.-Now Charmian?

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I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.

Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.

Guard. This is the man. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him.— [Exit Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not? Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his § is immortal; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover. Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't! Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday; a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt, —Truly, she makes a very good report o' the worm : But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm. Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell. Clown. I wish you all joy o' the worm. Cleo. Farewell. (Clown sets down the basket.) Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind. Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. Clown. Ło. you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm. Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. Clown. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the *i. Cleo. Will it eat me? Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman:—I know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the worn. [Exit.

Re-enter IRAs, with a robe, crown, &c.

Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip :— Yare, yare, good Iras; quick,-Methinks, I fir Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.—So,-have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian;–Iras, long farewell. Kisses them. Iras falls and dies.) Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking. say, Char, Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may The gods themselves do weep! leo. This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch, To the asp, which she applies to her breast.) With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Caesar, ass Unpolicied

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1 Guard. O Caesar, This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown: The like is on her arm. [leaves

1 Guard. This is an aspick’s trail : and these figHave slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.

Caes. Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die.—Take up her bed; And bear her women from the monument:— She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them: and their story is No less in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall In solemn shew, attend this funeral ; And then to Rome.—Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunf.

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CrMBE LINE, King of Britain.
Cloten, Son to Queen by a former Husband.
LEoNATus Posthumus, a Gentleman, Husband to
BELARIUs, a banished Lord, disguised under the name
of Morgan.
Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under
*::::::::: the names of Polydore and Cadwal,
- supposed Sons to Belarius.
Pu11ARIo, Friend to Posthumus, Itali
Iachimo, Friend to Philario, } attana.
A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces.

A Roman Captain.

Two British Captains.

Pisa Nio, Servant to Posthumus.

Cornelius, a Physician.

Two Gentlemen.

Two Gaolers.

Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.

IMoor N, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen.

Scex E,--Sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy.


SCENE I.—Britain. The Garden behind Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods

No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers;
Still seem, as does the king's.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of 's king

dom, whom

He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow,
That late he married,) hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
Is outward sorrow ; though, I think, the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the king?

1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the to. looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.

2 Gent. And why so?

1 Gent. He, that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report; and he, that hath her, (I mean, that married her, alack, good man"— And therefore banish'd) is a creature such A*, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he,

HELEN, Woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

2 Gent. You speak him far. 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth.” 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans with Cassibelan; But had his titles by Tenantius, whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success; So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus: * had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time, Died with their swords in hand; for which their father (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd As he was born. The king, he takes the babe To his protection; calls him Posthumus ; Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Puts him to all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of; which he took, As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd ; and In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court, Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd sample to the youngest; to the more mature, A glass that feated them; and to the graver. A child that guided dotards: to his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd, her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; By her election may be truly read, What kind of man he is.

2 Gent. I honour him

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