And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. Cæsar. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. My noble brother! Octavia.. Antony. The April's in her eyes: it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. Octavia. Look well to my husband's house; and, sirCæsar. What, Octavia? Octavia. I'll tell you in your ear. Antony. Her tongue will not obey her heart,3 nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the swan's down feather That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. ACT III. SCENE III. Cleopatra. Did'st thou behold Octavia ? Messenger. Ay, dread queen. Cleopatra. Messenger. Where? Madam, in Rome. I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Messenger. She is not, madam. Cleopatra. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd or low? Messenger. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd. Cleopatra. That's not so good.-He cannot like her long. Charmian. Like her? O, Isis! 'tis impossible. Cleopatra. I think so, Charmian; dull of tongue and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. Messenger. She creeps; Her motion and her station are as one; A statue, than a breather. I do perceive 't. There's nothing in her yet. Charmian. Excellent. Cleopatra. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Messenger. She was a widow. Cleopatra. Madam, Widow? Charmian, hark. Messenger. And I do think she's thirty. Cleopatra. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is 't long or Messenger. Brown, madam; and her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleopatra. There is gold for thee; Thou must not take my former sharpness ill. Charmian. A proper man. Cleopatra. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much That I so harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him The creature's no such thing. Charmian. O, nothing, madam. Cleopatra. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Charmian. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend. And serving you so long! Cleopatra. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me ACT IV. SCENE XIII. Antony. The miserable change now at my end My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Cleopatra. Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys and girls [Dies. Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Charmian. Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Charmian. Iras. [She faints. O, quietness, lady! Lady! Madam! Royal Egypt! Charmian. O, madam, madam, madam! Iras. Empress ! Charmian. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleopatra. No more, but e'en a woman; and com manded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares. It were for me Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to us? What, what? Good cheer! How do you, women? Why, how now, Charmian ? My noble girls! Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out :-Good sirs, take heart : [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 [Exeunt, those above bearing off Antony's body. ACT V. SCENE II. Cleopatra. My desolation does begin to make 5 To do that thing that ends all other deeds; * Cleopatra. * Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.-Now, Charmian ?— To meet Mark Antony: Sirrah, Iras, go.— And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave Re-enter IRAS, with robe, crown, &c. Cleopatra. 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: To praise my noble act; I hear him mock F |