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twg_000000014700 | as loud As his strong sides can volley. Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. THE SONG. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! In thy vats our cares be drowned, With thy grapes our hairs be crowned. Cup us till the world go round, Cup us till the world go round! CAESAR. What would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014701 | you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother, Let me request you off. Our graver business Frowns at this levity.Gentle lords, lets part. You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enobarb Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks. The wild disguise hath almost Anticked us all. What needs more words. Good night. Good Antony, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014702 | your hand. POMPEY. Ill try you on the shore. ANTONY. And shall, sir. Gives your hand. POMPEY. O Antony, You have my fathers house. But, what? We are friends. Come, down into the boat. ENOBARBUS. Take heed you fall not. [_Exeunt Pompey, Caesar, Antony and Attendants._] Menas, Ill not on shore. MENAS. No, to my cabin. These drums, these trumpets, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014703 | flutes! What! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. Sound and be hanged, sound out! [_Sound a flourish with drums._] ENOBARBUS. Hoo, says a! Theres my cap! MENAS. Hoo! Noble captain, come. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. A plain in Syria. Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, with Silius and other Romans, Officers and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014704 | Soldiers; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him. VENTIDIUS. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck, and now Pleased Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me revenger. Bear the kings sons body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. SILIUS. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014705 | Spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and Put garlands on thy head. VENTIDIUS. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough. A lower place, note well, May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius: Better to leave undone than by our deed Acquire | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014706 | too high a fame when him we serves away. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer, than person. Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by th minute, lost his favour. Who does i th wars more than his captain can Becomes his captains captain; and ambition, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014707 | The soldiers virtue, rather makes choice of loss Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But twould offend him, and in his offence Should my performance perish. SILIUS. Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? VENTIDIUS. Ill humbly signify what in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014708 | his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, The neer-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o th field. SILIUS. Where is he now? VENTIDIUS. He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with s will permit, We shall appear before him.On there, pass | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014709 | along! [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rome. An Ante-chamber in Caesars house. Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another. AGRIPPA. What, are the brothers parted? ENOBARBUS. They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone. The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome. Caesar is sad, and Lepidus, Since Pompeys feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the greensickness. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014710 | AGRIPPA. Tis a noble Lepidus. ENOBARBUS. A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar! AGRIPPA. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! ENOBARBUS. Caesar? Why hes the Jupiter of men. AGRIPPA. Whats Antony? The god of Jupiter. ENOBARBUS. Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil! AGRIPPA. O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird! ENOBARBUS. Would you praise Caesar, say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014711 | Caesar. Go no further. AGRIPPA. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. ENOBARBUS. But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony. Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, numberhoo! His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. AGRIPPA. Both he loves. ENOBARBUS. They are his shards, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014712 | and he their beetle. [_Trumpets within._] So, This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. AGRIPPA. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus and Octavia. ANTONY. No further, sir. CAESAR. You take from me a great part of myself. Use me well int. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014713 | Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us, as the cement of our love To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it. For better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherished. ANTONY. Make me not offended | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014714 | In your distrust. CAESAR. I have said. ANTONY. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends. We will here part. CAESAR. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014715 | Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well. OCTAVIA. My noble brother! ANTONY. The Aprils in her eyes. It is loves spring, And these the showers to bring it on.Be cheerful. OCTAVIA. Sir, look well to my husbands house, and CAESAR. What, Octavia? OCTAVIA. Ill tell you in your ear. ANTONY. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014716 | Her heart inform her tonguethe swans-down feather, That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, And neither way inclines. ENOBARBUS. [_Aside to Agrippa_.] Will Caesar weep? AGRIPPA. [_Aside to Enobarbus_.] He has a cloud in s face. ENOBARBUS. [_Aside to Agrippa_.] He were the worse for that were he a horse; So is he, being a man. AGRIPPA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014717 | [_Aside to Enobarbus_.] Why, Enobarbus, When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring, and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. ENOBARBUS. [_Aside to Agrippa_.] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wailed, Believe t, till I weep too. CAESAR. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014718 | me still. The time shall not Outgo my thinking on you. ANTONY. Come, sir, come, Ill wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods. CAESAR. Adieu, be happy! LEPIDUS. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! CAESAR. Farewell, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014719 | farewell! [_Kisses Octavia._] ANTONY. Farewell! [_Trumpets sound. Exeunt._] SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas. CLEOPATRA. Where is the fellow? ALEXAS. Half afeared to come. CLEOPATRA. Go to, go to. Enter a Messenger as before. Come hither, sir. ALEXAS. Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you But when you are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014720 | well pleased. CLEOPATRA. That Herods head Ill have! But how, when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it?Come thou near. MESSENGER. Most gracious majesty! CLEOPATRA. Didst thou behold Octavia? MESSENGER. Ay, dread queen. CLEOPATRA. Where? MESSENGER. Madam, in Rome I looked her in the face, and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony. CLEOPATRA. Is she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014721 | as tall as me? MESSENGER. She is not, madam. CLEOPATRA. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongued or low? MESSENGER. Madam, I heard her speak. She is low-voiced. CLEOPATRA. Thats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014722 | gait? Remember, If eer thou lookdst on majesty. MESSENGER. She creeps. Her motion and her station are as one. She shows a body rather than a life, A statue than a breather. CLEOPATRA. Is this certain? MESSENGER. Or I have no observance. CHARMIAN. Three in Egypt Cannot make better note. CLEOPATRA. Hes very knowing; I do perceivet. Theres nothing in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014723 | her yet. The fellow has good judgment. CHARMIAN. Excellent. CLEOPATRA. Guess at her years, I prithee. MESSENGER. Madam, She was a widow. CLEOPATRA. Widow! Charmian, hark! MESSENGER. And I do think shes thirty. CLEOPATRA. Bearst thou her face in mind? Ist long or round? MESSENGER. Round even to faultiness. CLEOPATRA. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014724 | so. Her hair, what colour? MESSENGER. Brown, madam, and her forehead As low as she would wish it. CLEOPATRA. Theres gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill. I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business. Go make thee ready; Our letters are prepared. [_Exit Messenger._] CHARMIAN. A proper man. CLEOPATRA. Indeed, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014725 | he is so. I repent me much That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creatures no such thing. CHARMIAN. 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 Charmian. But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014726 | tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write. All may be well enough. CHARMIAN. I warrant you, madam. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antonys House. Enter Antony and Octavia. ANTONY. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that That were excusable, that and thousands more Of semblable importbut he hath waged New wars gainst Pompey; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014727 | made his will, and read it To public ear; Spoke scantly of me; when perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me; When the best hint was given him, he not took t, Or did it from his teeth. OCTAVIA. O, my good lord, Believe not all, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014728 | or if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, neer stood between, Praying for both parts. The good gods will mock me presently When I shall pray O, bless my lord and husband! Undo that prayer by crying out as loud O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, Prays and destroys the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014729 | prayer; no midway Twixt these extremes at all. ANTONY. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour, I lose myself; better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go betweens. The meantime, lady, Ill raise the preparation of a war | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014730 | Shall stain your brother. Make your soonest haste, So your desires are yours. OCTAVIA. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me, most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift. ANTONY. When it appears to you where this begins, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014731 | Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults Can never be so equal that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Athens. Another Room in Antonys House. Enter Enobarbus and Eros meeting. ENOBARBUS. How now, friend Eros? EROS. Theres strange news | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014732 | come, sir. ENOBARBUS. What, man? EROS. Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. ENOBARBUS. This is old. What is the success? EROS. Caesar, having made use of him in the wars gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014733 | wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine. ENOBARBUS. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more, And throw between them all the food thou hast, Theyll grind the one the other. Wheres Antony? EROS. Hes walking in the garden, thus, and spurns The rush that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014734 | lies before him; cries Fool Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer That murdered Pompey. ENOBARBUS. Our great navys rigged. EROS. For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius: My lord desires you presently. My news I might have told hereafter. ENOBARBUS. Twill be naught, But let it be. Bring me to Antony. EROS. Come, sir. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Rome. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014735 | A Room in Caesars House. Enter Agrippa, Maecenas and Caesar. CAESAR. Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more In Alexandria. Heres the manner of t: I th market-place, on a tribunal silvered, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold Were publicly enthroned. At the feet sat Caesarion, whom they call my fathers son, And all the unlawful issue | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014736 | that their lust Since then hath made between them. Unto her He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, Absolute queen. MAECENAS. This in the public eye? CAESAR. I th common showplace where they exercise. His sons he there proclaimed the kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014737 | he assigned Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia. She In th habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appeared, and oft before gave audience, As tis reported, so. MAECENAS. Let Rome be thus informed. AGRIPPA. Who, queasy with his insolence already, Will their good thoughts call from him. CAESAR. The people knows it and have now received His accusations. AGRIPPA. Who does | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014738 | he accuse? CAESAR. Caesar, and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoiled, we had not rated him His part o th isle. Then does he say he lent me Some shipping, unrestored. Lastly, he frets That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be deposed and, being, that we detain All his revenue. AGRIPPA. Sir, this should be answered. CAESAR. Tis done | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014739 | already, and messenger gone. I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel, That he his high authority abused, And did deserve his change. For what I have conquered I grant him part; but then in his Armenia And other of his conquered kingdoms, I Demand the like. MAECENAS. Hell never yield to that. CAESAR. Nor must not then be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014740 | yielded to in this. Enter Octavia with her train. OCTAVIA. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! Hail, most dear Caesar! CAESAR. That ever I should call thee castaway! OCTAVIA. You have not called me so, nor have you cause. CAESAR. Why have you stolen upon us thus? You come not Like Caesars sister. The wife of Antony Should have an army | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014741 | for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear. The trees by th way Should have borne men, and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Raised by your populous troops. But you are come A market-maid to Rome, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014742 | and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unloved. We should have met you By sea and land, supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. OCTAVIA. Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrained, but did it On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony, Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014743 | My grieved ear withal, whereon I begged His pardon for return. CAESAR. Which soon he granted, Being an abstract tween his lust and him. OCTAVIA. Do not say so, my lord. CAESAR. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? OCTAVIA. My lord, in Athens. CAESAR. No, my most wronged | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014744 | sister. Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying The kings o th earth for war. He hath assembled Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; King Manchus of Arabia; King of Pont; Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king Of Comagene; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014745 | Polemon and Amyntas, The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, With a more larger list of sceptres. OCTAVIA. Ay me, most wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends That does afflict each other! CAESAR. Welcome hither. Your letters did withhold our breaking forth Till we perceived both how you were wrong led And we in negligent danger. Cheer your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014746 | heart. Be you not troubled with the time, which drives Oer your content these strong necessities, But let determined things to destiny Hold unbewailed their way. Welcome to Rome, Nothing more dear to me. You are abused Beyond the mark of thought, and the high gods, To do you justice, make their ministers Of us and those that love you. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014747 | Best of comfort, And ever welcome to us. AGRIPPA. Welcome, lady. MAECENAS. Welcome, dear madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you. Only th adulterous Antony, most large In his abominations, turns you off And gives his potent regiment to a trull That noises it against us. OCTAVIA. Is it so, sir? CAESAR. Most certain. Sister, welcome. Pray | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014748 | you Be ever known to patience. My dearst sister! [_Exeunt._] SCENE VII. Antonys Camp near the Promontory of Actium. Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus. CLEOPATRA. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. ENOBARBUS. But why, why, why? CLEOPATRA. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars And sayst it is not fit. ENOBARBUS. Well, is it, is it? CLEOPATRA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014749 | Is t not denounced against us? Why should not we Be there in person? ENOBARBUS. Well, I could reply: If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost. The mares would bear A soldier and his horse. CLEOPATRA. What ist you say? ENOBARBUS. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony, Take from his heart, take from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014750 | his brain, from s time, What should not then be spared. He is already Traduced for levity, and tis said in Rome That Photinus, an eunuch, and your maids Manage this war. CLEOPATRA. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i th war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014751 | for a man. Speak not against it. I will not stay behind. Enter Antony and Canidius. ENOBARBUS. Nay, I have done. Here comes the Emperor. ANTONY. Is it not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea And take in Toryne?You have heard on t, sweet? CLEOPATRA. Celerity is never more admired Than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014752 | by the negligent. ANTONY. A good rebuke, Which might have well becomed the best of men To taunt at slackness.Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea. CLEOPATRA. By sea, what else? CANIDIUS. Why will my lord do so? ANTONY. For that he dares us to t. ENOBARBUS. So hath my lord dared him to single fight. CANIDIUS. Ay, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014753 | to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers, Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off, And so should you. ENOBARBUS. Your ships are not well manned, Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people Engrossed by swift impress. In Caesars fleet Are those that often have gainst Pompey fought. Their ships are yare, yours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014754 | heavy. No disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepared for land. ANTONY. By sea, by sea. ENOBARBUS. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-marked footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forgo The way which promises assurance; and Give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014755 | up yourself merely to chance and hazard From firm security. ANTONY. Ill fight at sea. CLEOPATRA. I have sixty sails, Caesar none better. ANTONY. Our overplus of shipping will we burn, And with the rest full-manned, from th head of Actium Beat th approaching Caesar. But if we fail, We then can do t at land. Enter a Messenger. Thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014756 | business? MESSENGER. The news is true, my lord; he is descried. Caesar has taken Toryne. ANTONY. Can he be there in person? Tis impossible; Strange that his power should be. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse. Well to our ship. Away, my Thetis! Enter a Soldier. How now, worthy soldier? SOLDIER. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014757 | noble emperor, do not fight by sea. Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt This sword and these my wounds? Let th Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a-ducking. We Have used to conquer standing on the earth And fighting foot to foot. ANTONY. Well, well, away. [_Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra and Enobarbus._] SOLDIER. By Hercules, I think I am i | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014758 | th right. CANIDIUS. Soldier, thou art. But his whole action grows Not in the power on t. So our leaders led, And we are womens men. SOLDIER. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? CANIDIUS. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius, Publicola, and Caelius are for sea, But we keep whole by land. This speed of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014759 | Caesars Carries beyond belief. SOLDIER. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions as Beguiled all spies. CANIDIUS. Whos his lieutenant, hear you? SOLDIER. They say one Taurus. CANIDIUS. Well I know the man. Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. The Emperor calls Canidius. CANIDIUS. With news the times with labour, and throes forth Each minute some. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014760 | [_Exeunt._] SCENE VIII. A plain near Actium. Enter Caesar with his army and Taurus marching. CAESAR. Taurus! TAURUS. My lord? CAESAR. Strike not by land; keep whole; provoke not battle Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed The prescript of this scroll. Our fortune lies Upon this jump. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IX. Another part of the Plain. Enter Antony | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014761 | and Enobarbus. ANTONY. Set we our squadrons on yon side o th hill In eye of Caesars battle, from which place We may the number of the ships behold And so proceed accordingly. [_Exeunt._] SCENE X. Another part of the Plain. Canidius marching with his land army one way over the stage, and Taurus, the Lieutenant of Caesar, with his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014762 | Army, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus. ENOBARBUS. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer. Th Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder. To see t mine eyes are blasted. Enter Scarus. SCARUS. Gods and goddesses, All the whole synod | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014763 | of them! ENOBARBUS. Whats thy passion? SCARUS. The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance. We have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces. ENOBARBUS. How appears the fight? SCARUS. On our side, like the tokened pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt, Whom leprosy oertake, i th midst o th fight, When vantage like a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014764 | pair of twins appeared, Both as the sameor, rather, ours the elder The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails and flies. ENOBARBUS. That I beheld. Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could not Endure a further view. SCARUS. She once being loofed, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing and, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014765 | like a doting mallard, Leaving the fight in height, flies after her. I never saw an action of such shame. Experience, manhood, honour, neer before Did violate so itself. ENOBARBUS. Alack, alack! Enter Canidius. CANIDIUS. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014766 | O, he has given example for our flight Most grossly by his own! ENOBARBUS. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night indeed. CANIDIUS. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. SCARUS. Tis easy tot, and there I will attend What further comes. CANIDIUS. To Caesar will I render My legions and my horse. Six kings already Show me the way of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014767 | yielding. ENOBARBUS. Ill yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [_Exeunt._] SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Antony with attendants. ANTONY. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upont. It is ashamed to bear me. Friends, come hither. I am so lated in the world that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014768 | Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship Laden with gold. Take that, divide it. Fly, And make your peace with Caesar. ALL. Fly? Not we. ANTONY. I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone. I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you. Be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014769 | gone. My treasures in the harbour. Take it. O, I followed that I blush to look upon. My very hairs do mutiny, for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear and doting. Friends, be gone. You shall Have letters from me to some friends that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014770 | sad, Nor make replies of loathness. Take the hint Which my despair proclaims. Let that be left Which leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway. I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a littlepray you, now, Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command. Therefore I pray you. Ill see you by and by. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014771 | [_Sits down._] Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian, Iras and Eros. EROS. Nay, gentle madam, to him! Comfort him. IRAS. Do, most dear queen. CHARMIAN. Do! Why, what else? CLEOPATRA. Let me sit down. O Juno! ANTONY. No, no, no, no, no. EROS. See you here, sir? ANTONY. O, fie, fie, fie! CHARMIAN. Madam. IRAS. Madam, O good empress! EROS. Sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014772 | sir! ANTONY. Yes, my lord, yes. He at Philippi kept His sword een like a dancer, while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and twas I That the mad Brutus ended. He alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war. Yet nowno matter. CLEOPATRA. Ah, stand by. EROS. The Queen, my lord, the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014773 | Queen! IRAS. Go to him, madam; speak to him. He is unqualitied with very shame. CLEOPATRA. Well then, sustain me. O! EROS. Most noble sir, arise. The Queen approaches. Her heads declined, and death will seize her but Your comfort makes the rescue. ANTONY. I have offended reputation, A most unnoble swerving. EROS. Sir, the Queen. ANTONY. O, whither hast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014774 | thou led me, Egypt? See How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind Stroyed in dishonour. CLEOPATRA. O my lord, my lord, Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought You would have followed. ANTONY. Egypt, thou knewst too well My heart was to thy rudder tied by th strings, And thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014775 | shouldst tow me after. Oer my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knewst, and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me. CLEOPATRA. O, my pardon! ANTONY. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness, who With half the bulk o th world played as I pleased, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014776 | Making and marring fortunes. You did know How much you were my conqueror, and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would Obey it on all cause. CLEOPATRA. Pardon, pardon! ANTONY. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss. Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014777 | Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead. Some wine Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows We scorn her most when most she offers blows. [_Exeunt._] SCENE XII. Caesars camp in Egypt. Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Dolabella with others. CAESAR. Let him appear thats come from Antony. Know you him? DOLABELLA. Caesar, tis his schoolmaster An argument that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014778 | he is plucked, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by. Enter Ambassador from Anthony. CAESAR. Approach, and speak. AMBASSADOR. Such as I am, I come from Antony. I was of late as petty to his ends As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014779 | his grand sea. CAESAR. Bet so. Declare thine office. AMBASSADOR. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt, which not granted, He lessens his requests, and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens. This for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness, Submits her to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014780 | thy might, and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace. CAESAR. For Antony, I have no ears to his request. The queen Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, Or take his life there. This if she perform, She shall not sue unheard. So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014781 | to them both. AMBASSADOR. Fortune pursue thee! CAESAR. Bring him through the bands. [_Exit Ambassador, attended._] [_To Thidias_.] To try thy eloquence now tis time. Dispatch. From Antony win Cleopatra. Promise, And in our name, what she requires; add more, From thine invention, offers. Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure The neer-touchd vestal. Try | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014782 | thy cunning, Thidias; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law. THIDIAS. Caesar, I go. CAESAR. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou thinkst his very action speaks In every power that moves. THIDIAS. Caesar, I shall. [_Exeunt._] SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian and Iras. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014783 | CLEOPATRA. What shall we do, Enobarbus? ENOBARBUS. Think, and die. CLEOPATRA. Is Antony or we in fault for this? ENOBARBUS. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014784 | nicked his captainship, at such a point, When half to half the world opposed, he being The mered question. Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags And leave his navy gazing. CLEOPATRA. Prithee, peace. Enter the Ambassador with Antony. ANTONY. Is that his answer? AMBASSADOR. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. The Queen shall then | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014785 | have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. AMBASSADOR. He says so. ANTONY. Let her knowt. To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. CLEOPATRA. That head, my lord? ANTONY. To him again. Tell him he wears the rose Of youth upon him, from which the world should note | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014786 | Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a cowards; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i th command of Caesar. I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declined, sword against sword, Ourselves alone. Ill write it. Follow me. [_Exeunt Antony and Ambassador._] ENOBARBUS. Yes, like enough | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014787 | high-battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to th show Against a sworder! I see mens 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 Caesar will Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued His judgment too. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014788 | Enter a Servant. SERVANT. A messenger from Caesar. CLEOPATRA. What, no more ceremony? See, my women, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneeled unto the buds. Admit him, sir. [_Exit Servant._] ENOBARBUS. [_Aside_.] Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly. Yet he that can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014789 | endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i th story. Enter Thidias. CLEOPATRA. Caesars will? THIDIAS. Hear it apart. CLEOPATRA. None but friends. Say boldly. THIDIAS. So haply are they friends to Antony. ENOBARBUS. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has, Or needs not us. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014790 | Caesar please, our master Will leap to be his friend. For us, you know Whose he is we are, and that is Caesars. THIDIAS. So. Thus then, thou most renowned: Caesar entreats Not to consider in what case thou standst Further than he is Caesar. CLEOPATRA. Go on; right royal. THIDIAS. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014791 | did love, but as you feared him. CLEOPATRA. O! THIDIAS. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. CLEOPATRA. He is a god and knows What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, But conquered merely. ENOBARBUS. [_Aside_.] To be sure of that, I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014792 | leaky That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. [_Exit Enobarbus._] THIDIAS. Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him? For he partly begs To be desired 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014793 | hear from me you had left Antony, And put yourself under his shroud, The universal landlord. CLEOPATRA. Whats your name? THIDIAS. My name is Thidias. CLEOPATRA. Most kind messenger, Say to great Caesar this in deputation: I kiss his conquring hand. Tell him I am prompt To lay my crown ats feet, and there to kneel. Tell him, from his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014794 | all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt. THIDIAS. 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. CLEOPATRA. Your Caesars father oft, When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, Bestowed his lips on that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014795 | unworthy place As it rained kisses. Enter Antony and Enobarbus. ANTONY. Favours, by Jove that thunders! What art thou, fellow? THIDIAS. One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest To have command obeyed. ENOBARBUS. [_Aside_.] You will be whipped. ANTONY. Approach there.Ah, you kite!Now, gods and devils, Authority melts from me. Of late when I cried | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014796 | Ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth And cry Your will? Have you no ears? I am Antony yet. Enter Servants. Take hence this jack and whip him. ENOBARBUS. Tis better playing with a lions whelp Than with an old one dying. ANTONY. Moon and stars! Whip him. Weret twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014797 | Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she herewhats her name Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows, Till like a boy you see him cringe his face And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. THIDIAS. Mark Antony ANTONY. Tug him away. Being whippd, Bring him again. This jack of Caesars shall Bear us an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014798 | errand to him. [_Exeunt Servants with Thidias._] You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders? CLEOPATRA. Good my lord ANTONY. You have been a boggler ever. But when we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014799 | in our viciousness grow hard O misery ont!the wise gods seal our eyes, In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh ats while we strut To our confusion. CLEOPATRA. O, ist come to this? ANTONY. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesars trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Gneius Pompeys, | 60 | gutenberg |
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