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If we do lose this battle, then is this
And where I did begin, there shall I end ; The very
last time we shall speak together: My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news ? What are you then determined to do?
Pin. (Above.] O my lord ! Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
Cas. What news?
Pin, Titinius is
Make to him on the spur ;-yet he spurs on.-
Now they are almost on him ; now, Titinius! The time of life :—arning myself with patience, Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too :-he's ta'en ; To stay the providence of some high powers,
-and lark !
[Shout. That govern us below.
They shout for joy.
Come down, behold no more. You are contented to be led in triumph
0, coward that I am, to live so long, Thorough the streets of Rome?
To see my best friend ta'en before my face ! Bru. No,Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
Enter PINDARUS. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
Come hither, sirrah: He bears too great a mind. But this same day
In Parthia did 1 take thee prisoner ; Must end that work, the ides of March begun;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, And whether we shall meet again I know not.
That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Therefore our everlasting farewell take :
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath! For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, If we do meet again, why we shall smile ;
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. If not, why then this parting was well made.
Stand not to answer : Here, take thou the hilts ; Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, If we do meet again, we'll sınile indeed;
Guide thou the sword.—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. (Dies. Bru. Why then, lead on.—0, that a man might know
Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so have been, The end of this day's business, ere it come!
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius ! But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run, And then the end is known,-(ome, ho! away!
Where never Roman shall take note of him. (Esit. (Eseunt.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills As Cassius' legions are by Antony
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him ?
All disconsolate, But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Mes is not that he that lies upon the ground? Ride, ride, Messala : let them all come down.
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart ! [Exeunt.
Mes. Is not that he ? SCENE III.-The same. Another Part of the Field.
No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun !
As thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
The sun of Rume is set! Our day is gone; This ensign here of mine was turning back; Clouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are done! I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Tit. 0 Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early : Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Who liaving some advantage on Octavius,
O hateful error, inelancholy's child ! Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
The things that are not ? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender/ thee.
Mes. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Cus. This hill is far enough. "Look, look, Titinius; Into his ears : 1 may say, thrusting it; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Tit They are, my lord.
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, Cas.
Titinius, if thou lov'st me, As tidings of this sight. Dlount thou my horse, and hide thv spurs in him,
Hie you, Messala, Till he have brouglue thee up to yonder troops,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. (Erit Mes. And here again ; that I may rest assurd,
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ? Whether yond' froups are friend or enemy.
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. (Erit. Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
Cas. Go. l'indarus, get higher on that hill; And bid ine giv'i thee? Didst thou not hear their My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. (shouts! And tell me what thou not si about the field. But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
[tsit PINDARUS. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I This day I breathed first : time is come round,
I will do his biddingo-Brutus, copie apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field. By your leave, gods :- This is a Roman's part :
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, Clitus, STRATO, and Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. (Dies.
VOLUMNIUS. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. Cli. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my lord, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. Mes. Lo, yonder ; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.-
(Whispering. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Cli. What, I, my lord ! No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
I'll rather kill myself. In our own proper entrails.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
(Whispers him. Dar.
I do such a deed! Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !
Cli. O, Dardanius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?
Dar. O Clitus! The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? It is impossible, that ever Rome
Dar. To kill him, Clitus; Look, he meditates. Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.-
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius : list a word. Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Vol. What says my lord ?
Bru. Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;
Why, this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ; 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. We shall try fortune in a second fight. (Eseunt.
I know, my hour is come.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. SCENE IV.-- Another Part of the Field. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes , Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies ; It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,
Our enemies have beat us to the pit : then BRUTUS, Cato, Lucilius, and others.
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Thou know'st that we two went to school together ;
Cuto. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me! Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. A fue to tyrants, and my country's friend;
[Alarum still. I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! (Charges the enemy. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord ; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Bru. Farewell to you—and you;—and you, Volum Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Brutus. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; (nius.
(Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is over- Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
By this vile conquest shall attain unto. Luc.
Only 1 yield to die. So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; Hath almost ended his life's history:
(Offering money. Nigiit hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death
That have but labour'd to attain this hour 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner.
(Alurum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly, 9 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly: 1 Sold. I'll tell the news. ---Here comes the general:- Bru.
Hence ; I will follow thee.
(Exeunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, and VOLUXNIUS. Enter ANTONY.
I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Ant. Where is he?
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Luc. Safe, Antony ; Brutus is safe enough ; Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, I dare assure thee, that no enemy
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well,my lord. The gods defend him from so great a shame! Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cæsar, now be still: When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
I kill'd not thee with half so goud a will. Ile will be found like Brutus, like himself.
[He runs on his sword, and deer. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe, Give him all kindness: I had rather have
MESSALA, Lucilius, and their army. Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
Oct. What man is that? And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :
Mes. My master's man.-Strato,where is thy master? And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
Stra. Free from the bondage you are, in. Messala; How every thing is chanc'd.
(Ereunt. The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
All the conspirators, save only he,
Luc. So Brutus should be found.--I thank thee, He, only, in a general honest thought,
Oct. All that servd Brutus, I will entertain them. His life was gentle ; and the elements
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. And say to all the world, This was a man!
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
How died my master, Strato? With all respect, and rites of burial.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.-
So, call the field to rest : and let's away, Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : To part the glories of this happy day. [Ereunt.
Op this tragedy many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated, but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays: his adherence to the real story, and to Roman manners, seems to have in peded the natural vigour of his genius.-JOHNSON.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
This play was entered in the Stationers' books, May 2, 1608; and was, according to the conjecture of Malone, composed to
the same year. It was not, however, printed till the folio of 1623.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their
Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform'd SEXTUS POMPEIUS.
Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see.
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Domitius ENOBARBUS, VENTIDIUS, Eros, SCARUS,
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven,
new earth. Taurus, lieutenant-general to Cæsar.
Enter an Attendant. Canisius, lieutenant-general to Antony.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Silius, an officer in Ventidius's army.
Grates me :
-The sum EUPHRONIUS, an ambassador from Antony to Cæsar.
Cleo: Nay, hear them, Antony : ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES ;
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows attendants on Cleopatra.
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent A Soothsayer. A Clown.
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.
Take in that kingdom, and enfrunchise that ;
How, my love!
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
You must not stay here longer, your disinission SCENE,-dispersed; in severul parts of the Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.Roman Empire. Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I wouid
say? Both ?-Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine ACT 1.
Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pay's shame,
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The messengers. SCENE I.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Alexandria.- A Room in Cleopatra's Palace.
Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space ;
Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike
Feeds beasts as man: the nobleness of life
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Excellent falsehood ! Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?-Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; Will be himself. And is become the bellows and the fan,
But stirr'd by Cleopatra... To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come ! Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh : Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing There's not a minute of our lives should stretch else.
(mine. Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth faCleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Ant.
Fye, wrangling queen! Char. Nay, if an oily palın be not a fruitful prog. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.–Pr'ythee, To weep; whose every passion fully strives tell her but a worky-day fortune. To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd !
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. No messenger ; but thine and all alone,
Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Sooth. I have said. The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune
[Freunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train. better than I, where would you choose it? Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alex. He comes too short of that great property
as,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him Which still should go with Antony.
marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech Dem.
I'm full sorry, thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! That he approves the common liar, who
and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all fol. Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope low him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cackold ! Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! [Ex. Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me
a matter of more weight; good Isis, 1 beseech there! SCENE II.- The same. Another Room. Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of Enter Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow
the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing to behold a foul knave uncuckolded : Therefore, dear Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? 0, that
Char. Amen. I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands !
Aler. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me Aler. Soothsayer.
a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
they'd do't. South. Your will ?
Éno. Hush! here comes Antony. Char. Is this the man ?-1s't you, sir, that know
Not he, the queen.
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
No, lady Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,
Was he not bere? Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. No, madam. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
A Roman thought hath struck him.- Enobarbus,Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Eno. Madam. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Char. He means, in flesh.
(proaches. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Aler. Here, madam, at your service. -My lord apChar. Wrinkles forbid ! Aler. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Char. Hush !
Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. (Ereunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, IR As, Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Alex. Nay, hear him.
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow
Mess. Ay: them all : let me have a child at fifty, to whom He. But soon that war had end, and the time's state jod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, (Cæsar; mistress.
Upon the first encounter, drave them. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
Well, Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. What worst ?
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller, Than that which is to approach.
[fortune Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-00: Char. Then, belike my children shall have no Things, that are past, are done with me.- 'Tis thus : names: Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I have?
I hear him as he flatter'd. Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
Labienus And fertile every wish, a million.
(This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Èxtended Asia from Euphrates ; Aler. You think, none but your sheets are privy to His conquering banner shook, from Syria Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. [your wishes. To Lydia, and to lonia; Alea. We'll know all our fortunes.
Whilst Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Ant. Antony, thou would'st say, shall be drunk to bed.
0, my lord ! Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Name Cleopatra as she's callid in Rome : (tongue; Cannot endure my absence. Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults Fno. And the business you have broached here With such full licence, as both truth and malice cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, which wholly depends on your abode. When our quick minds lie still ; and our ills told us, Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Mess. At your noble pleasure.
[Erit. The cause of our expedience to the queen, Ant. From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there.
get her leave to part. For not alone 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.—Is there such an The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, 2 Att. He stays upon your will.. (one ? Do strongly speak to us ; but the letters too Ant.
appear, Of many our contriving friends in Rome These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Petition us at home ; Sextus Pompeius Enter another Messenger,
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands Or lose myself in dotage.- What are you?
The empire of the sea : our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw Ant.
Where died she? 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Pompey the great, and all his dignities, Her length of sickness, with what else more serious upon his son ; wbo, high in name and power, Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, Ant. Forbear me.
[Exit Messenger. The sides o'the world may danger : Much is breeding, There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, What our contempts do often hurl from us,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires By revolution lowering, does become
Our quick remove from hence. The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ;
Eno. I shall do't.
(Exeunt The hand could pluck her back, that show'd her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off ;
SCENE III. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus ! Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Enter ENOBARBUS.
Cleo. Where is he? Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
I did not see him since. Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : We see I did not send you ;-If you find him sad, (does :how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report our departure, death's the word.
That I am sudden sick : Quick, and return. Ant. I must be gone.
[Erit Alex. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, You do not hold the method to enforce between them and a great cause, they should be esteem. The like from him. ed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of Cleo. What should I do, I do not? [thing. this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in notimes upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon Char. Tempt him not so too far : I wish, forbear; her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
In time we hate that which we often fear. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Enter ANTONY. Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love : We cannot But here comes Antony. call her winds and waters, sighs and tears ; they are
I am sick, and sullen. greater storms and tempests than almanacks can re- Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose :port: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she Cleo. Help me avay, dear Charmian, I shall fall; makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Will not sustain it. Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful Ant.
Now, my dearest queen, piece of work; which not to have been blessed with- Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. al, would have discredited your travel.
What's the matter ? Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good Eno, Sir?
the married woman!-You may go; [news. Ant. Fulvia is dead.
'Would, she had never given you leave to come! Eno, Fulvia ?
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
I have no power upon you ; hers you are.
0, never was there queen man from him, it shews to man the tailors of the So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first, earth ; comforting therein, that when old robes are 1 saw the treasons planted. worn out, there are members to make new. If there Ant. Cleopatra,
(true, were no more women but Fulvia, then had you in. Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine and deed a cut, and the case to be lamented ; this grief Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, is crowned with consolation ; your old smock brings who have been false to Fulvia ! Riotous madness, forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, the tears live in To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, an onion, that should water this sorrow.
Which break themselves in swearing !