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Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my stord, and turn away thy facer tates. .

While I do rún npon it. Wilt thou, Strato! Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you That it runs over even at his eyes.

well, my lord. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be word.

still: Vol. What says my lord ?

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:

(He runs on his Sword and dies. The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONT, And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.'

' MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. I know, my hour is come.

Oct. What man is that? Vol. Not so, my lord.

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

thy master? Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

Messala; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Than tarry till they push us. Good Volum- | For Brutus only overcame himself, nius,

(gether; And no man else hath honour by his death. Thou know'st, that we two went to school to

vo went to school to-1 Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,

thee, Brutus, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my | Oct. All that sery'd Brutus. I will entertain lord.

[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me!

here. Bru. Farewell to you;—and you;-and you,

Stru. Ay, if Messala will prefert me to you.

Oct. Do so, Messala.
Volumnius.

Mes. How died my master, Strato ?
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep';

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,

Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,

That did the latest service to my master. I found no man, but he was true to me.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them I shall have glory by this losing day,

All the conspirators, save only he, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, Did that they did in envy of great' Cesar;' By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

He, only, in a general honest thought, So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue And coinmon good to all, made use of them. Hath almost ended his life's history: (rest, I His life was gentle; and the elements Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would | So

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, That have but labour'd to attain this hour,

And say to all the world, This was a man! (Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly.

Oct. According to his virtue let us use bim, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

With all respect and rites of burial. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, ( Ereunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, und VOLUM- | Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.NIUS.

So, call the field to rest : and let's away, I prythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a gond respect;

To part the glories of this happy day. (Erenni. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: * Receive into my service. Recommend.

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ACT І.

Enter an ATTENDANT.
SCENE 1.-Alexandria.-A Room in CLEO-

Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
PATRA's Palace.

Ant. Grates* me:-The suin!

Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:".
Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo.

Fulvia, perchance is angry; Or, who knows

If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, Také int thut kingdom, and enfranchise thut ; That o'er the files and musters of the war Perform't, or else we damn thee. Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, Ant. How, my love! now turn,

Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, The office and devotion of their view " You must not stay here longer, your dismission Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, AnWhich in the scuffles of great fights hath burst

tony.-The buckles on his breast, reneges* all tem- Where's Fulvia's process ! Cesar's, I would per;

..say?-Both ?And is become the bellows, and the fan, Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they

queen, come!

Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine

[shame, Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with

Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pay3 their Trains; EUNUCHS fanning her. When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The mesTake but good note, and you shall see in him

sengers. The triple pillar of the world transform’d

Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Kingdoms are clay: our dupgy earth alike reckon'd.

Feeds beast as map: the nobleness of life Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov’d. Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Ant. Then must thou needs find out new

[Embracing. heaven, new earth.

And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind Renounces. + Bound or limit, | Offends. + Subdue, conquer. Sunimons.

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On pain of punishment, the world to weet,* | mage: find me to marry me with Octavius Cea We stand up peerless.

sar, and companion me with my mistress. Cleo. Excellent Falsehood!

Snoth. You shall outlive the lady whom you Why did we marry Fulvia, and not love her?

serve. I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony

Char. O excellent! I love long life better Will be himself.

than figs. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.-

Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,

former fortune Let's not confoundt the time with conference Than that which is to approach. harsh:

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have There's not a minute of our lives should stretch no names :* Pr’ythee, how many boys and Without some pleasure now: What sport to-wenches must I have? night?

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.

And fertile every wish, a million. Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!

Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Alex. You think, none but your sheets are To weep; whose every passion fully strives privy to your wishes. To make itself, in thee, fair and adinir'd! Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. No messenger ; but thine and all alone,

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, toand note

night, shall be-drunk to bed. The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. nothing else. . (Ereunt Ant, and Cleo. with their Train. | Char. Even as the overflowing Nilus preDem. Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so sageth famine. slight?

Tras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, soothsay. He comes too short of that great property Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful Which still should go with Antony.

| prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Dem. I'm full sorry,

Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. That he approves the common liar, who

Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope Iras. But how, but how? give me particuOf better deeds to-morrow. Rest yon happy! lars.

[Exeunt. Sooth. I have said.

Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than SCENE II.-The same.--Another Room.

she? Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, und a Sooth- Char. Well, if you were but an inch of forSAYER.

tune better than 1, where would you choose it! " Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any

Iras. Not in my husband's nose.

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas,

Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to

| let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet the queen? (, that I knew this husband,

Isis,t I beseech thee! And let her die too, and whjeh, you say, must change his horns with

give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, garlands!

till the worst of all follow him laughing to his Alex. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will ?

grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear Chur. Is this the man ?-Is't you, Sir, that

me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter know things?

of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Sooth. In nature's isfinite book of secrecy,

Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer A little I can read.

of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking & Alex. Show him your hand.

to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a

deadly sorrow to behold a toul knave uncuck. Enter ENOBARBUS.

olded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum,

and fortune him accordingly! Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine

Char, Amen. Cleopatra's health to drink.

Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.

make me a cuckold, they would make them. Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

selves whores, but they'd do't. Char. Pray then, foresee me one.

Eno, Hush! here comes Antony. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you

Char. Not he, the queen.
are.
Char. He means, in flesh,

Enter CLEOPATRA.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid !

Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Eno. No, lady,
Chur. Hush!

Cleo. Was he not here! Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than be Char. No, madam. loved.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the Char. I had rather heat my liver with drink

sudden

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A Roman thought hath struck him.--EnobarAlex. Nay, hear him.

Eno. Madam. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon,

Alexas? and widow them all: let me have a child at Alex. Here, madam, at your service. -My fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do ho

lord approaches.
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Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER and Atten

Enter ENOBARBUS.
dants.
Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with | Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Eno. Wbat's your pleasure, Sir ?
US.

| Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women : [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, / We see how 'mortal an unkindness is to them;

IRAS, CHARMIAN, SOOTHSAYER, and if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
Attendants.

Ant. I must be gone. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let wofield.

men die: It were pity to cast them away for Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

I nothing: though, between them and a great Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state

cause, they should be esteemed nothing. CleoMade friends of them, joining their force'gainst

patra, catching but the least noise of this, dies

instantly; I have seen her die twenty times Cesar;

upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,

mettle in death, which commits some loving Upon the first encounter, drave them.

act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dyAnt. Well,

ing. What worst í

Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Mess. The nature of bad news infects the

nature of bad news insects the Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made teller.

of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.

cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and On:

(thus;

i tears; they are greater storms and tempests that are p

Is than almanacks can report: this cannot be Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,

s me true, though in his tale he death, cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower I hear him as he flatter'd.

of rain as well as Jove. Mess. Labienus

Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian

rthian Eno, (), Sir, you had then left unseen a wonExtended Asia from Euphrates; - [force, derful piece of work; which not to have been His conquering banner shook, from Syria

blessed withal, would have discredited your To Lydia, and to Ionia;

travel. Whilst

Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Antony, thon would'st say,

Eno, Sir? Mess. O, my lord !

Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the ge.

Eno. Fulvia ? neral tongue;

Ant. Dead. Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :

Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my sacrifice. When iť pleaseth their deities to faults

lice

take the wife of a man from him, it shows to With such full licence, as both truth and ma

man the tailors of the earth ; comforting thereHave power to utter. "O, then we bring forth

in, that when old robes are worn out, there are weeds,

members to make new. If there were no more When our quick windst lie still; and our ills

us women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, told us,

and the case to be lamented: this grief is Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.

crowned with consolation; your old smock Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Erit. brir

: brings forth a new petticoat:-and, indeed, Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak

the tears live in an onion, that should water there.

this sorrow. 1 Att. The man fron Sicyon.- Is there such

Ant. The business she hath broached in the a one? 2 Att. He staysý upon your will.

Cannot endure my absence.

| Eno. And the business you have broached Ant. Let him appear,

here cannot be without you; especially that of These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,

Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your Enter another MESSENGER.

abode.

Ant. No more light answers. Let our offiOr lose myself in dotage.- What are you?

cers 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead,

Have notice what we purpose. I shall break. Ant. Where died she?

The cause of our expedience to the queen, 2 Mess. In Sicyon :

And get her lovet to part. For not alone Her length of sickness, with what else more The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Importeth thee to know, this bears. [serious Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too

Gires a letter. Of many our contriving friends in Rome Ant. Forbear me.- [Erit MESSENGER. Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire Hath given the dare to Cesar, and commands What our contempts do often hurl from us, [it: The empire of the sea: our slippery people We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, By revolution lowering, does become

Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Pompey the great, and all his dignities, The hand could pluck ber back, that show'd Upon his son; who, high in name and power, her on.

| Higher than both in blood and life, stands up I must from this enchanting queen break off; For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, the sides o’the world may danger: Much is My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobar

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To such whose place is under us, requires Ant. Hear me, queen :
Our quick remove from hence.

The strong necessity of time commands
Eno. I shall do't.

(Exeunt. Our services a wbile; but my full heart

Remains in use with you. Our Italy
SCENE III.

Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeios Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Makes his approaches to the port* of Rome: ALEXAS.

Equality of two domestic powers Cleo. Where is he?

Breeds scrupulous faction: The bated, gowo

to strength, Char. I did not see him since.

Are newly grown to love: the copdemo'd Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what

Rich in his father's honour, creeps a pace he does :

Into the hearts of such as have not thriy'd I did not send you ;*_If you find him sad,

| Upon the present state, whose numbers threatSay, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return.

en;

purge And quietness, grown sick of rest, would

[Erit ALEXAS. | By any desperate change: D Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love”

:|By any desperate change: My more parti

cular, him dearly,

And that which most with you should safer You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him.

my going,

Is Fulvia's death.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Chur. In each thing give him way, cross him

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give in nothing.

me freedom, Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to

It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia diet:

Ant. She's dead, my queen: lose him.

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish for.

The garboils she awak'd;y at the last, best: bear;

See, when, and where she died.
In time we hate that which we often fear.

Cleo. O most false love!
Enter ANTONY.

| Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill But here comes Antony,

With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to pose,

know Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall | The purposes I bear; which are, or cease fall;

As you shall give the advice : Now, by the It cannot be'thus long, the sides of nature

fire, Will not sustain it.

That quickens Nilus' slime,ll I go from bence, Ant. Now, my dearest queen,

Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.

As thou affect'st. Ant. What's the matter?

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some

| But let it be.--I am quickly ill, and well; good news.

So Antony loves. What says the married woman?-You may go;

Ant. My precious queen, forbear; 'Would, she had never given you leave to

And give true evidence to his love, which come! An honourable trial.

(stands Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,

| Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I have no power upon you; hers you are.

I pr’ythee turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. The gods best know,

Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Cleo. 0, never was there queen

Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene So inightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,

Of excellent dissembling; and let it look I saw the treasons planted.

Like perfect honour. Ant. Cleopatra,

Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more, Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine,

Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is and true,

pods'

meetly. Though you in swearing shake the thronged Ant. Now, by my sword, Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous mad. I. Cleo. And target, - Still he mends; ness,

| But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,

Charmian, Which break themselves in swearing!

How this Herculean Roman does become Ant. Most sweet queen,

The carriage of his chafe.** Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

Ant. I'll leave you, lady. going,

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued stay Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: Then was the time for words : No going

Sir, you and I have lov'd,-but there's not it; then;

That you know well: Somethingitis I would,Eternity was in our lips, and eyes; [poor,

1.0, my obliviontt is a very Antony, Bliss in our brows' bent;t none our parts so

And I am all forgotten. But was a racet of heaven: They are so still,

| Ant. But that your royalty Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Art turp'd the greatest liar.

For idleness itself. Ant. How now, lady!

Cleo. "T'is sweating labour, Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou

To bcar such idleness so near the heart shouldst know,

As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me; There were a heart in Egypt.

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Can Fulvia be dead? The commotion she occasioned Look as if I did not send you.

| || Mud of the river Nile' To me, the Queen of Egypt + The arch of our eye-brows. Smack or flavour.

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