We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Ant. I must with haste from henee. Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer eur departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die : It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a 'man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here, cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break I shall do't. [Exeunt. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does: -I did not send you ;-If you find him sad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick: quick, and return. [Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing, give him way, cross him in nothing. Cico. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter Antony. Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know Cleo. SCENE IV-Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's House. More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: you shall find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults Lep. Cas. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mes. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea ; And it appears, he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wrong'd. Cæs. I should have known no less:It hath been taught us from the primal state, That be, which is, was wish'd, until he were ; And the ebb'd man. ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at: Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, O Charmian, What Venus did with Mars. O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, Enter Alexas. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? He kiss'd,-the last of many doubled kisses,- Her opulent throne with kingdoms: All the east, tremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition !-Note him, O heavenly mingle !-Be'st thou sad, or merry, So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? The people love me, and the sea is mine; No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money, where Men. Cæsar and Lepidus are in the field; Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false. From Silvius, sir. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome to gether, Looking for Antony: But all charms of love Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis Pom. I could have given less matter A better ear.-Menas, I did not think, This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm For such a petty war: his soldiership Is twice the other twain: But let us rear The higher our opinion, that our stirring Men. Pom. selves; For they have entertained cause enough To draw their swords: but how the fear of us Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it; And have my learning from some true reports, And make the wars alike against my stomach, You praise yourselfTM Ant. Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women! Ant. So much uncureable, her garboils. Cæsar, Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant, Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must But say, I could not help it. Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do. Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. more. Eno. Go to then; your considerate stone. Cas. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech; for it cannot be, We shall remain in friendship, our conditions So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge O'the world I would pursue it. Agr. Give me leave, Cæsar, Caes. Speak, Agrippa. Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, Admir'd Octavia: great Mark Antony Is now a widower. Cæs. Say not so, Agrippa; If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof Were well deserv'd of rashness. Ant. I am not married, Cæsar: let me hear Agrippa further speak. Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts With an unslipping knot, take Antony Octavia to his wife: whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men ; Whose virtue, and whose general graces, speak That which none else can utter. By this marriage, All little jealousies, which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing: truths would be but tales, Where now half tales be truths: her love to both, Would, each to other, and all loves to both, Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, By duty ruminated. Cas. To lend me arms, and aid, when I requir'd Dream of impediment !-Let me have thy hand: them; The which you both denied. Ant. Neglected, rather; And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power Work without it: Truth is, that Fulvia, To have me out of Egypt, made wars here; For which myself, the ignorant motive, do So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour To stoop in such a case. Lep. "Tis nobly spoken. Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no further The griefs between ye; to forget them quite, Were to remember that the present need Lep. Ene. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Worthily spoken, Mecenas. |