Ourselves atone: I'll write it; follow me. [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cesar will [show, Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgements [ward A parcel of their fortunes; and things outDo draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cesar will Answer his emptiness!-Cesar, thou hast subHis judgement too. [du'd

are

Enter an ATTENDANT.

Women!

Att. A messenger from Cesar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my [nose, Against the blown rose may they stop their That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, Sir. Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. [Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly:-Yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i'the story.

Enter THYREUS.

Cleo. Cesar's will? Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo. None but friends; say boldly. Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cesar has; Or needs not us. If Cesar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's Cesar's. Thyr. So.

[treats, Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cesar enNot to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cesar.

Cleo. Go on: Right royal.

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd,

Cleo. O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he

Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows [yielded, What is most right: Mine honour was not But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that,

[Aside. I will ask Antony.-Sir, Sir, thou'rt so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARBUS. Thyr. Shall I say to Cesar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please

him,

That of his fortunes you should make a staff

To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,

To hear from me you had left Antony,

And put yourself under his shroud,

The universal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cesar this, In disputations
I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am

prompt

To lay my crown at his feet, and there to

neei:

Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt ATTEND. with THYREUS.
You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Hà
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders ?**
Cleo. Good my lord,-

But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
Ant. You have been a boggler ever:-
(O misery on't!) the wise gods seeltt our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgements;

make us

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Cleo. O, is it come to this?

ment

Dead Cesar's trencher: nay, you were a frag
Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
[hours,
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out:-For I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should
You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

[be,

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards And say, God quit you! be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I wer Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

* Obeyed. + Grant me the favour. Most complete and perfect. Servants.

A term of contempt.

* Wantonly.

* Conquering. Scramble. ++ Close up.

The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank

For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou To follow Cesar in his triumph, since [sorry Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth,

The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to
Cesar,

Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am;
Not what he knew I was: He makes me

Cleo. I must stay his time.

SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and others.

Ces. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power

To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,

Cesar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,

With one that ties his points?

Cleo. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,

From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cesarion|| smite!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. I am satisfied.

Cesar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet,** threat'ning most
sealike.

Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou

hear, lady?

If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle;
There is hope in it yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord!

Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,

And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nicett and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy‡‡ night: call to me

Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. Cesar must think,

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction: Never anger Made good guard for itself.

Ces. Let our best heads

Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight:-Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor An-
tony!
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Alexandria.—A Room in the
Palace.

Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS,
CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius
Eno. No.

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of bet ter fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

Ant. To-morrow, soldier,

By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou figh
well?

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.
Ant. Well said; come on.-

Call forth my household servants; let's to-night

Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!

Enter EROS, with Armour.

If fortune be not our's to-day, it is
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :-
Because we brave her.-Come.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for?

The armourer of my heart:-False, false; this, Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art [this. Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be. Ant. Well, well;

[fellow?

We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good Go, put on thy defences.

Eros. Briefly,+ Sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well? He that unbuckles this, till we do please Ant. Rarely, rarely: Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.More tights at this, than thou: Despatch.-0 love, [knew'st

That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and The royal occupation! thou should'st see

Enter an OFFICER, armed.

come:

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; wel [charge Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike To business that we love, we rise betime, And go to it with delight. Early though it be, have on their riveted trim, 1 Of. A thousand, Sir,

And at the port expect you.

*Bodes. Handy.

[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish. + Shortly. + Put off Riveted dress, armour.

Enter other OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS.

2 Of. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, ge

neral.

All. Good morrow, general.

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.-
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well

said.

Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of ine: This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.-You, that will fight,

Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu. [Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS.

hur. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me, [might He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cesar Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony, But now,-Well, on. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-ANTONY'S Camp near Alexandria.
Trumpets sound.-Enter ANTONY and EROS; a
SOLDIER meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to
Antony!

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Sold. Had'st thou done so,

The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Sold. Who?

[still

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Cesar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cesar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;

Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him
(I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master.-O, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men:- -Eros, despatch.

[Exeunt.

That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cesar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a SOLDIER of CESAR'S.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: The messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.

I tell you true: Best that you saf'd the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine oflice,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit SOLDIER.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows
My better service, when my turpitude [paid
my heart:

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't,
I feel.

Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best I fight against thee!-No: I will go seek

fits My latter part of life.

[Exit.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I

have yet

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, Sir; and our advantage serves

* Swells.

[Exeunt.

A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get gaol for gaol of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;Kiss it, my warrior: He hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe Had our great palace the capacity [them :|| To camp this host, we all would sup together; And drink carouses to the next day's tate, Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the city's ear; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;¶ That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent!

1 Sold. Enobarbus!

3 Sold. Peace; Hark further.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, [me: The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!

2 Sold. Let's speak

To him.

[Dies.

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he May concern Cesar. [speaks

3 Sold. Let's do so.

But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for sleeping.

2 Sold. Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, awake, Sir; speak to us. 2 Sold. Hear you, Sir.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught+ him. Hark, the drums [Drums afar ej. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To the court of guard; he is of note: our Lour Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on then; He may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the Body.

SCENE X.-Between the two Camps. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land.

Scar. For both, my lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in

the air;

We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best dis-

Enter CESAR, with his Forces, marching. Ces. But being charg'd, we will be still by

land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

[Excunt.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder

pine does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar. Swallows have built

[Exit.

Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.

+ Reached.

↑ Solemnly.

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