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Something particular; his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail

Under the service of a child, as soon

As i'the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons2 apart,
And answer me declin'd,' sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt Antony and Euphronius.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder.--I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness?-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Clea.

Enter Thyreus.

Cæsar'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 Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's, Caesar's.

(1) The only cause of the dispute. (2) Circumstances of splendor.

(3) In age and power.

Are of a piece with them. (5) Quarrel.
Perhaps.

[Exit Enobarbus.
Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar
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 shrowd,
The universal landlord.
Cleo.

What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo.

Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation"

I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,1o Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.

Ant.

Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Favours, by Jove that thunders!

One, that but performs

What art thou, fellow?

Thyr.

The bidding of the fullest" man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.
You will be whipp'd.
Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!-Now

Eno.

gods and devils!

Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho, Like boys unto a muss,12 kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am

Enter Attendants.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack," and whip him. Eno. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Moon and stars!

Ant. Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tribu

taries

That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she here (What's her

Scene I

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-

Ant.

Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again:-This Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend. with Thyreus.
You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha!
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.

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 heck: as it determines," so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion® 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!

I am satisfied.
Ant.
lord.-Cæsar 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,1° threat'ning most sea-
like,

Good my
Ant. You have been a boggler ever:-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't!) the wise gods seel2 our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

Cleo.

O, is it come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have

Luxuriously pick'd out :-For I am sure,

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;
There is hope in it yet.
That's my brave lord!
I and my sword will earn our chronicle;
Cleo.
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,

Though you can guess what temperance should be, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
You know not what it is.

Cleo.

Wherefore is this?

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 were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

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 sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since 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 Cæsar,
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 angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike

My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:
[Exit Thyreus.
Hence, with thy stripes, begone.
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone

Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant.

The fall of Antony!

Cleo.

I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?

Not know me yet?

Cleo.
(1) Servants. (2) Close up. (3) Wantonly.
(4) Ready, handy. (5) Requite. (6) Earthly.
(7) Dissolves. (8) Her son by Julius Cæsar.

SCENE I-Cæsar's camp at Alexandria. Enter Cæsar, reading a letter; Agrippa, Mæcenas, and others.

Cas. 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,

Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; mean time,"
Laugh at his challenge.

(9) Melting.
12) Feasting.

(10) Float.

(11) Trifling.

(13) Ostrich.

Mæc.
Cæsar 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.

Cæs.
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 Antony!
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Alexandria. A room in the pal-
ace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Char-
mian, Iras, Alexas, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.

Ant. Why should he not?

No.

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better 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 fight well? Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all. Ant. Well said; come on.Call forth my household servants; let's to-night

Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest ;-so hast thou ;And thou,-and thou,-and thou: you have serv'd me well,

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What means this?

And kings have been your fellows.

Cleo.

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to

night:

Seant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command."

Cleo.

What does he mean?

Tend me to-night;

Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant.

May be, it is the period of your duty:

Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield' you for't!

Eno.
What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,

Transform us not to women.

Peace, I say. What should this mean. 2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd,

Now leaves him.

1 Sold.

Walk; let's see if other watchmen

[Several speaking together. 1 Sold. Ay; Is't not strange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear? 1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how't will give off.

Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace. 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.
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :-
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.-Come.
Cleo.

Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty What's this for?

friends,

Nay, I'll help too.

Ant.

Ah, let be, let be! thou art

Scene V, VI, VII.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

Corrupted honest men:-Eros, despatch. [Exeunt.
The armourer of my heart:-False, false; this, this. To change a master.-O, my fortunes have
Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.
Ant.

Well, well;
We shall thrive now.-See'st thou, my good fellow?
Go, put on thy defences.
Éros.

Briefly,' sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant.

Rarely, rarely

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou: Despatch.-0 love,
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should'st see

Enter an Officer, armed.

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

A thousand, sir,

1 Offi. Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,^ And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.
2 Offi. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general.
All. Good morrow, general.
'Tis well blown, lads.
Ant.
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 me:
[Kisses her.
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable,
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 Sold.
Lead me:
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
Cleo.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then, Antony,-But now,-Well, on.
SCENE V.-Antony's camp near Alexandria.
Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros;
Soldier meeting them.

SCENE VI.-Cæsar's camp before Alexandria.
Flourish. Enter Cæsar with Agrippa, Enobar-
bus, and others.

Cas. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.

Agr. Cæsar, I shall.

[Exit Agrippa.
Cas. The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

Mess.

Enter a Messenger.

Antony

Go, charge Agrippa
Cas.
Is come into the field.
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

[Exeunt Cæsar and his train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
That fell away, have entertainment, but
Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
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 Cæsar's.
Enobarbus, Antony
Sold.
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
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
[Exit Soldier.
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
[Exeunt. Continues still a Jove.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
O Antony,
And feel I am so most.
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my

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!

Hadst thou done so,
Sold.
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant.

Sold.

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,

Who's gone this morning?

Who?

He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp

Say, I am none of thine.

Ant.
Sold.

What say'st thou ?

Sir,

He is with Cæsar.
Eros.

He has not with him.

Ant.

Sold.

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

(1) Shortly.

SCENE VII-Field of battle between the camps. Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony and Scarus, wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Thou bleed'st apace.
Ant.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.

Ant.

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

They do retire.

(2) Put it off.

(3) Handy.

(4) Riveted dress, armour. (5) Swells.

Room for six scotches' more.

Enter Eros.

SCENE IX.-Cæsar's camp. Sentinels on their post. Enter Enobarbus.

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage We must return to the court of guard: The night 1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,

serves

I'll halt after.

[Exeunt. SCENE VIII-Under the walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter Antony, marching; Scarus, and forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip3 your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To Scarus.

Enter Cleopatra, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo.

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! coms't thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

My nightingale, We have beat, them to their beds. What, girl?

though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal 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 them:
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
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 to-
gether,
Applauding our approach.

(1) Cuts. (2) Brave.

[Exeunt.

(3) Embrace.

(4) Beauty united with power, was the popular characteristic of fairies.

(5) Armour of proof.

(6) As become the brave warriors that own them.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;

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

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 discover, And look on their endeavour." [Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, and his forces, marching. Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I tak't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

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