Enter Ventidius as it were in trinmph, the dead body of Paco-
rus borne before him.
Now darting Parthya art thou ſtroke, and now
Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craſſus death
Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
Before our Army thy Pacorus Orades,
Paies this for Marcus Craſſus.
Whil'ſt yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
Meſapotamia, and the ſhelters, whether
The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
Shall ſet thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy head.
Oh Sillius, Sillius,
I haue done enough. Alower place note well
May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius,
Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed
Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ſerues away.
Cæſar and Anthony, haue euer wonne
More in their officer, then perſon. Soſſius
One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quicke accumulation of renowne,
Which he atchiu'd by'th'minute, loſt his fauour.
Who does i'th'Warres more then his Captaine can,
Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition
(The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choiſe of loſſe
Then gaine, which darkens him.
I could do more to do Anthonius good,
But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
Should my performance periſh.
Thou haſt Ventidius that, without the which a
Souldier and his sword graunts ſcarce diſtinction: thou
wilt write to Anthony.
Ile humbly ſignifie what in his name,
That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,
How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
The nere-yet beaten Horſe of Parthia,
We haue iaded out o'th'Field.
Where is he now?
He purpoſeth to Athens, whither with what haſt
The waight we muſt conuay with's, will permit:
We ſhall appeare before him. On there, paſſe along.
Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.
What are the Brothers parted?
They haue diſpatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes
To part from Rome: Cæſar is ſad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey's feaſt, as Menas ſaies, is troubled
With the Greene-Sickneſſe.
'Tis a Noble Lepidus.
A very fine one: oh, how he loues Cæſar.
Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony.
Cæſar? why he's the Iupiter of men.
What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?
Spake you of Cæſar? How, the non-pareill?
Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!
Would you praiſe Cæſar, ſay Cæſar|go no further.
Indeed he plied them both with excellent praiſes.
But he loues Cæſar beſt, yet he loues Anthony:
Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,
Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
Thinke ſpeake, caſt, write, ſing, number: hoo,
His loue to Anthony. But as for Cæſar,
Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder.
Both he loues.
They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, ſo:
This is to horſe: Adieu, Noble Agrippa.
Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.
Enter Cæſar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.
No further Sir.
You take from me a great part of my ſelfe:
Vſe me well in't. Siſter, proue ſuch a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my fartheſt Band
Shall paſſe on thy approofe: moſt Noble Anthony,
Let not the peece of Vertue which is ſet
Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue
To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter
The Fortreſſe of it: for better might we
Haue lou'd without this meane, if onboth parts
This be not cheriſht.
Make me not offen ded, in your diſtruſt.
I haue ſaid.
You ſhall not finde,
Though you be therein curious, the leſt cauſe
For what you ſeeme to feare, ſo the Gods keepe you,
And make the hearts of Romaines ſerue your ends:
We will heere part.
Farewell my deereſt Siſter, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy ſpirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
My Noble Brother.
The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues ſpring,
And theſe the ſhowers to bring it on: be cheerfull.
Sir, looke well to my Husbands houſe: and——
Ile tell you in your eare.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart informe her tougue.
The Swannes downe feather
That ſtands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:
And neither way inclines.
Will Cæſar weepe?
He ha's a cloud in's face.
He were the worſe for that were he a Horſe, ſo is
he being a man.
When Anthony found Iulius Cæſar dead,
He cried almoſt to roa ring: And he wept,
When at Phillippi he found Brutus ſlaine.
That yearindeed, he was trobled with a rheume,
What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
Beleeu't till I weepe too.
No ſweet Octauia,
You ſhall heare from me ſtill: the time ſhall not
Out-go my thinking on you.
Come Sir, come,
Ile wraſtle with you in my ſtrength of loue,
Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,
And giue you to the Gods.
Adieu, be happy.
Let all the number of the Starres giue light
To thy faire way.
Farewell, farewell. Kiſſes Octauia.
Farewell. Trumpets ſound. Exeunt.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Where is the Fellow?
Halfe afeard to come.
Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.
Enter the Meſſenger as before.
Good Maieſtie: Herod of Iury dare not looke
vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd.
That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When
Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:
Come thou neere.
Moſt gratious Maieſtie.
Did'ſt thou behold Octauia?
I dread Queene.
Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and
ſaw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony.
Is ſhe as tall as me?
She is not Madam.
Didſt heare her ſpeake?
Is ſhe ſhrill tongu'd or low?
Madam, I heard her ſpeake, ſhe is low voic'd.
That's not ſo good: he cannot like her long.
Like her? Oh Iſis: 'tis impoſſible.
I thinke ſo Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfiſh
What Maieſtie is in her gate, remember
If ere thou look'ſt on Maieſtie. ,
She creepes:her motion, & her ſtation are as one:
She ſhewes a body, rather then a life,
A Statue, then a Breather.
Is this certaine?
Or I haue no obſeruance.
Three in Egypt cannot make better note.
He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,
There's nothing in her yet.
The Fellow ha's good iudgement.
Gueſſe at her yeares, I prythee.
Madam, ſhe was a widdow.
Widdow? Charmian, hearke.
And I do thinke ſhe's thirtie.
Bear'ſt thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
Round, euen to faultineſſe.
For the moſt part too, they are fooliſh that are
ſo. Her haire what colour?
Browne Madam: and her forehead
As low as ſhe would wiſh it.
There's Gold for thee,
Thou muſt not take my former ſharpeneſſe ill,
I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee
Moſt fit for buſineſſe. Go, make thee ready,
Our Letters are prepar'd.
A proper man.
Indeed he is ſo: I repent me much
That ſo I harried him. Why me think's by him,
This Creature's no ſuch thing.
The man hath ſeene ſome Maieſty, and ſhould
Hath he ſeene Maieſtie? Iſis elſe defend: and
ſeruing you ſo long.
I haue one thing more to aske him yet good
Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou ſhalt bring him to me
where I will write; all may be well enough.
I warrant you Madam. Exeunt.
Enter Anthony and Octauia.
Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,
That were excuſable, that and thouſands more
Of ſemblable import, but he hath wag'd
New Warres 'gainſt Pompey. Made his will, and read it,
To publicke eare, ſpoke ſcantly of me,
When perforce he could not
But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and ſickly
He vented then moſt narrow meaſure: lent me,
When the beſt hint was giuen him: he not look't,
Or did it from his teeth.
Oh my good Lord,
Beleeue not all, or if you muſt beleeue,
Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,
If this deuiſion chance, ne're ſtood betweene
Praying for both parts:
The good Gods wil mocke me preſently,
When I ſhall pray: Oh bleſſe my Lord, and Husband,
Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
Oh bleſſe my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,
Prayes, and diſtroyes the prayer, no midway
'Twixt theſe extreames at all.
Let your beſt loue draw to that point which ſeeks
Beſt to preſerue it: if I looſe mine Honour,
I looſe my ſelfe: better I were not yours
Then your ſo branchleſſe. But as you requeſted,
Your ſelfe ſhall go between's, the meane time Lady,
Ile raiſe the preparation of a Warre
Shall ſtaine your Brother, make your ſooneſt haſt,
So your deſires are yours.
Thanks to my Lord,
The Ioue of power make me moſt weake, moſt weake,
You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,
As if the world ſhould cleaue, and that ſlaine men
Should ſoader vp the Rift.
When it appeeres to you where this begins,
Turne your diſpleaſure that way, for our faults
Can neuer be ſo equall, that your loue
Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
Chooſe your owne company, and command what coſt
Your heart he's mind too. Exeunt.
Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.
How now Friend Eros?
Ther's ſtrange Newes come Sir.
Cæſar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey.
This is old, what is the ſucceſſe?
Cæſar hauing made vſe of him in the warres
'gainſt Pompey: preſently denied him riuality, would not
let him partake in the glory of the action, and not reſting
here, accuſes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale ſeizes him, ſo the poore
third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine.
Then would thou hadſt a paire of chapsn o more,
and throw betweene them all the food thou haſt, they'le
grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
He's walking in the garden thus, and ſpurnes
The ruſh that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
And threats the throate of that his Officer,
That murdred Pompey.
Our great Nauies rig'd.
For Italy and Cæſar, more Domitius,
My Lord deſires you preſently: my Newes
I might haue told heareafter.
'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.
Come Sir, Exeunt.
Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Cæſar.
Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more
In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't:
I'th' Market-place on a Tribunall ſiluer'd,
Cleopatra and himſelfe in Chaires of Gold
Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, ſat
Cæſarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne,
And all the vnlawfull iſſue, that their Luſt
Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,
He gaue the ſtabliſhment of Egypt, made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, abſolute Queene.
This in the publike eye?
I'th' common ſhew place, where they exerciſe,
His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he aſſign'd,
Syria, Silicia, and Phœnetia: ſhe
In th'abiliments of the Goddeſſe Iſis
That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience,
As 'tis reported ſo.
Let Rome be thus inform'd.
Who queazie with his inſolence already,
Will their good thoughts call from him.
The people knowes it,
And haue now receiu'd his accuſations.
Who does he accuſe?
Cæſar, and that hauing in Cicilie
Sextus Pompeius ſpoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o'th'Iſle. Then does he ſay, he lent me
Some ſhipping vnreſtor'd. Laſtly, he frets
That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, ſhould be depos'd,
And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue.
Sir, this ſhould be anſwer'd.
'Tis done already, and the Meſſenger gone:
I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,
That he his high Authority abus'd,
And did deſerue his change: for what I haue conquer'd,
I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like
Hee'l neuer yeeld to that.
Nor muſt not then be yeelded to in this.
Enter Octauia with her Traine.
Haile Cæſar, and my L. haile moſt deere Cæſar.
That euer I ſhould call thee Caſt-away.
You haue not call'd me ſo, nor haue you cauſe.
Why haue you ſtoln vpon vs thus? you come not
Like Cæſars Siſter, The wife of Anthony
Should haue an Army for an Vſher, and
The neighes of Horſe to tell of her approach,
Long ere ſhe did appeare. The trees by'th'way
Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duſt
Should haue aſcended to the Roofe of Heauen,
Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come
A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented
The oſtentation of our loue; which left vnſhewne,
Is often left vnlou'd: we ſhould haue met you
By Sea, and Land, ſupplying euery Stage
With an augmented greeting.
Good my Lord,
To come thus was I not conſtrain'd, but did it
On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted
My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd
His pardon for returne.
Which ſoone he granted,
Being an abſtract 'tweene his Luſt, and him.
Do not ſay ſo, my Lord.
I haue eyes vpon him,
And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now?
My Lord, in Athens.
No my moſt wronged Siſter, Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire
Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying
The Kings o'th'earth for Warre. He hath aſſembled,
Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus
Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King
Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,
King Mauchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King
Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas,
The Kings of Mede, and Licoania,
With a more larger Liſt of Scepters.
Aye me moſt wretched,
That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
That does afſlict each other. (breaking forth
Welcom hither: your Letters did with-holde our
Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart,
Be you not troubled with the time, which driues
O're your content, theſe ſtrong neceſſities,
But let determin'd things to deſtinie
Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,
Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd
Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods
To do you Iuſtice, makes his Miniſters
Of vs, and thoſe that loue you. Beſt of comfort,
And euer welcom to vs. Agrip. Welcome Lady.
Welcome deere Madam,
Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,
Onely th'adulterous Anthony, moſt large
In his abhominations, turnes you off,
And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull
That noyſes it againſt vs.
Is it ſo ſir?
Moſt certaine: Siſter welcome: pray you
Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'ſt Siſter. Exeunt
Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.
I will be euen with thee, doubt it not.
But why, why, why?
Thou haſt foreſpoke my being in theſe warres,
And ſay'ſt it it not fit.
Well: is it, is it.
If not, denounc'd againſt vs, why ſhould not
we be there in perſon.
Well, I could reply: if wee ſhould ſerue with
Horſe and Mares to gether, the Horſe were meerly loſt:
the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horſe.
What is't you fay?
Your preſence needs muſt puzle Anthony,
Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,
What ſhould not then be ſpar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis ſaid in Rome,
That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides
Mannage this warre.
Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot
That ſpeake againſt vs. A Charge we beare i'th'Warre,
And as the preſident of my Kingdome will
Appeare there for a man. Speake not againſt it,
I will not ſtay behinde.
Enter Anthony and Camidias.
Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor.
Is it not ſtrange Camidius,
That from Tarrentum, and Branduſium,
He could ſo quickly cut the Ionian Sea,
And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)
Celerity is neuer more admir'd,
Then by the negligent.
A good rebuke,
Which might haue well becom'd the beſt of men
To taunt at ſlackneſſe. Camidius, wee
Will fight with him by Sea.
By Sea, what elſe?
Why will my Lord, do ſo?
For that he dares vs too't.
So hath my Lord, dar'd him to ſingle fight.
I, and to wage this Battell at Pharſalia,
Where Cæſar fought with Pompey. But theſe offers
Which ſerue not for his vantage, he ſhakes off,
And ſo ſhould you.
Your Shippes are not well mann'd,
Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people
Ingroſt by ſwift Impreſſe. In Cæſars Fleete,
Are thoſe, that often haue 'gainſt Pompey fought,
Their ſhippes are yare, yours heauy: no diſgrace
Shall fall you for refuſing him at Sea,
Being prepar'd for Land.
By Sea, by Sea.
Moſt worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abſolute Soldierſhip you haue by Land,
Diſtract your Armie, which doth moſt conſiſt
Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted
Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe
The way which promiſes aſſurance, and
Giue vp your ſelfe meerly to chance and hazard,
From firme Securitie.
Ile fight at Sea.
I haue ſixty Sailes, Cæſar none better.
Our ouer-plus of ſhipping will we burne,
And with the reſt full mann'd, from th'head of Action
Beate th'approaching Cæſar. But if we faile,
We then can doo't at Land. Enter a Meſſenger.
The Newes is true, my Lord, he is deſcried,
Cæſar ha's taken Toryne.
Ant, Can he be there in perſon? 'Tis impoſſible
Strange, that his power ſhould be. Camidius,
Our nineteene Legions thou ſhalt hold by Land,
And our twelue thouſand Horſe. Wee'l to our Ship,
Away my Thetis.
Enter a Soldiour.
How now worthy Souldier?
Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
Truſt not to rotten plankes: Do you miſdoubt
This Sword, and theſe my Wounds; let th'Egyptians
And the Phœnicians go a ducking: wee
Haue vs'd to conquer ſtanding on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Well, well, away. exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob.
By Hercules I thinke I am i'th'right.
Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes
Not in the power on't: ſo our Leaders leade,
And we are Womens men.
You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horſe
whole, do you not?
Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iuſteus,
Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:
But we keepe whole by Land. This ſpeede of Cæſars
Carries beyond beleefe.
While he was yet in Rome.
His power went out in ſuch diſtractions,
As beguilde all Spies.
Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?
They ſay, one Towrus.
Well, I know the man.
Enter a Meſſenger.
The Emperor cals Camidius.
With Newes the times with Labour,
And throwes forth each minute, ſome. exeunt
Enter Cæſar with his Army, marching.
Strike not by Land,
Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile
Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede
The Preſcript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes
Vpon this iumpe. exit.
Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.
Set we our Squadrons on yond ſide o'th'Hill,
In eye of Cæſars battaile, from which place
We may the number of the Ships behold,
And ſo proceed accordingly. exit.
Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the
ſtage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæſar the other way:
After their going in, is heard the noiſe of a Sea fight.
Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.
Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:
Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
With all their ſixty flye, and turne the Rudder:
To ſee't, mine eyes are blaſted.
Gods, & Goddeſſes, all the whol ſynod of them!
What's thy paſſion.
The greater Cantle of the world, is loſt
With very ignorance, we haue kiſt away
Kingdomes, and Prouinces.
How appeares the Fight?
On our ſide, like the Token'd Peſtilence,
Where death is ſure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
(Whom Leproſie o're-take) i'th'midſt o'th'fight,
When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd
Both as the ſame, or rather ours the elder;
(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne,
Hoiſts Sailes, and flyes.
That I beheld:
Mine eyes did ſicken at the ſight, and could not
Indure a further view.
She once being looft,
The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:
I neuer ſaw an Action of ſuch ſhame;
Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,|
Did violate ſo it ſelfe.
Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
And ſinkes moſt lamentably. Had our Generall
Bin what he knew himſelfe, it had gone well:
Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,
Moſt groſſely by his owne.
I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight
Toward Peloponneſus are they fled.
'Tis eaſie toot,
And there I will attend what further comes.
To Cæſar will I render
My Legions and my Horſe, ſixe Kings alreadie
Shew me the way of yeelding.
Ile yet follow
The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reaſon
Sits in the winde againſt me.
Enter Anthony with Attendants.
Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
It is aſham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
I am ſo lated in the world, that I
Haue loſt my way for euer. I haue a ſhippe,
Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,
And make your peace with Cæſar.
Fly? Not wee.
I haue fled my ſelfe, and haue inſtructed cowards
To runne, and ſhew their ſhoulders. Friends be gone,
I haue my ſelfe reſolu'd vpon a courſe,
Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
My Treaſure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
I follow'd that I bluſh to looke vpon,
My very haires do mutiny: for the white
Reproue the browne for raſhneſſe, and they them
For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you ſhall
Haue Letters from me to ſome Friends, that will
Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not ſad,
Nor make replyes of loathneſſe, take the hint
Which my diſpaire proclaimes. Let them be left
Which leaues it ſelfe, to the Sea-ſide ſtraight way;
I will poſſeſſe you of that ſhip and Treaſure.
Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,
Nay do ſo: for indeede I haue loſt command,
Therefore I pray you, Ile ſee you by and by. Sits downe
Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.
Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Do moſt deere Queene.
Do, why, what elſe?
Let me ſit downe: Oh Iuno.
No, no, no, no, no.
See you heere, Sir?
Oh fie, fie, fie.
Madam, oh good Empreſſe.
Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His ſword e'ne like a dancer, while I ſtrooke
The leane and wrinkled Caſſius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practiſe had
In the braue ſquares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
Ah ſtand by.
The Queene my Lord, the Queene.
Go to him, Madam, ſpeake to him,
Hee's vnqualited with very ſhame.
Well then, ſuſtaine me: Oh.
Moſt Noble Sir ariſe, the Queene approaches,
Her head's declin'd, and death will ceaſe her, but
Your comfort makes the reſcue.
I haue offended Reputation,
A moſt vnnoble ſweruing.
Sir, the Queene.
Oh whether haſt thou lead me Egypt, ſee
How I conuey my ſhame, out of thine eyes,
By looking backe what I haue left behinde
Stroy'd in diſhonor.
Oh my Lord, my Lord,
Forgiue my fearfull ſayles, I little thought
You would haue followed.
Egypt, thou knew'ſt too well,
My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'ſtrings,
And thou ſhould'ſt ſtowe me after. O're my ſpirit
The full ſupremacie thou knew'ſt, and that
Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
Oh my pardon.
Now I muſt
To the young man ſend humble Treaties, dodge
And palter in the ſhifts of lownes, who
With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conqueror, and that
My Sword, made weake by my affection, would
Obey it on all cauſe.
Fall not a teare I ſay, one of them rates
All that is wonne and loſt: Giue me a kiſſe,
Euen this repayes me.
We ſent our Schoolemaſter, is a come backe?
Loue I am full of Lead: ſome Wine
Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
We ſcorne her moſt, when moſt ſhe offers blowes. Exeunt
Enter Cæſar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.
Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
Know you him.
Cæſar, 'tis his Schoolemaſter,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He ſends ſo poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had ſuperfluous Kings for Meſſengers,
Not many Moones gone by.
Enter Ambaſſador from Anthony.
Approach, and ſpeake.
Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
To his grand Sea.
Bee't ſo, declare thine office.
Lord of his Fortunes he ſalutes thee, and
Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted
He Leſſons his Requeſts, and to thee ſues
To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
A priuate man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confeſſe thy Greatneſſe,
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,
Now hazarded to thy Grace.
I haue no eares to his requeſt. The Queene,
Of Audience, nor Deſire ſhall faile, ſo ſhee
From Egypt driue her all-diſgraced Friend,
Or take his life there. This if ſhee performe,
She ſhall not ſue vnheard. So to them both.
Fortune purſue thee.
Bring him through the Bands:
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, diſpatch,
From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promiſe
And in our Name, what ſhe requires, adde more
From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
In their beſt Fortunes ſtrong; but want will periure
The ne're touch'd Veſtall. Try thy cunning Thidias,|
Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we
Will anſwer as a Law.
Cæſar, I go.
Obſerue how Anthony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'ſt his very action ſpeakes
In euery power that mooues.
Cæſar, I ſhall. exeunt.
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.
What ſhall we do, Enobarbus?
Thinke, and dye.
Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?
Anthony onely, that would make his will
Lord of his Reaſon. What though you fled,
From that great face of Warre, whoſe ſeuerall ranges
Frighted each other? Why ſhould he follow?
The itch of his Affection ſhould not then
Haue nickt his Captain-ſhip, at ſuch a point,
When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being
The meered queſtion? 'Twas a ſhame no leſſe
Then was his loſſe, to courſe your flying Flagges,
And leaue his Nauy gazing.
Enter the Ambaſſador, with Anthony.
Is that his anſwer? Amb. I my Lord.
The Queene ſhall then haue courteſie,
So ſhe will yeeld vs vp.
He ſayes ſo.
Let her know't. To the Boy Cæſar ſend this
grizled head, and he will fill thy wiſhes to the brimme,
That head my Lord?
To him againe, tell him he weares the Roſe
Of youth vpon him: from which, the world ſhould note
Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
May be a Cowards, whoſe Miniſters would preuaile
Vnder the ſeruice of a Childe, as ſoone
As i'th'Command of Cæſar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay Compariſons a-part,
And anſwer me declin'd, Sword againſt Sword,
Our ſelues alone: Ile write it: Follow me.
Yes like enough: hye battel'd Cæſar will
Vnſtate his happineſſe, and be Stag'd to'th'ſhew
Againſt a Sworder. I ſee mens Iudgements are
A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To ſuffer all alike, that he ſhould dreame,
Knowing all meaſures, the full Cæſar will
Anſwer his emptineſſe; Cæſar thou haſt ſubdu'de
His iudgement too.
Enter a Seruant.
A Meſſenger from Cæſar.
What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
Againſt the blowne Roſe may they ſtop their noſe,
That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him ſir.
Mine honeſty, and I, beginne to ſquare,
The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make
Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,
Does conquer him that did his Maſter conquer,
And earnes a place i'th'Story.
Heare it apart.
None but Friends: ſay boldly.
So haply are they Friends to Anthony.
He needs as many (Sir) as Cæſar ha's,
Or needs not vs. If Cæſar pleaſe, our Maſter
Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,
Whoſe he is, we are, and that is Cæſars.
So. Thus then thou moſt renown'd, Cæſar intreats,
Not to conſider in what caſe thou ſtand'ſt
Further then he is Cæſars.
Go on, right Royall.
He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
As you did loue, but as you feared him.
The ſcarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he
Does pitty, as conſtrained blemiſhes,
Not as deſerued.
He is a God,
And knowes what is moſt right. Mine Honour
Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.
To be ſure of that, I will aske Anthony.|
Sir, ſir, thou art ſo leakie
That we muſt leaue thee to thy ſinking, for
Thy deereſt quit thee. Exit Enob.
Shall I ſay to Cæſar,
What you require of him: for he partly begges
To be deſir'd to giue. It much would pleaſe him,
That of his Fortunes you ſhould make a ſtaffe
To leane vpon. But it would warme his ſpirits
To heare from me you had left Anthony,
And put your ſelfe vnder his ſhrowd, the vniuerſal Land-
What's your name? (lord.
My name is Thidias.
Moſt kinde Meſſenger,
Say to great Cæſar this in diſputation,
I kiſſe his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare
The doome of Egypt.
'Tis your Nobleſt courſe:
Wiſedome and Fortune combatting together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may ſhake it. Giue me grace to lay
My dutie on your hand.
Your Cæſars Father oft,
(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
Beſtow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,
As it rain'd kiſſes.
Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.
Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou
One that but performes (Fellow?
The bidding of the fulleſt man, and worthieſt
To haue command obey'd.
You will be whipt.
Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
Like Boyes vnto a muſſe, Kings would ſtart forth,
And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
Enter a Seruant.
'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
Then with an old one dying.
Moone and Starres,
Whip him: wer't twenty of the greateſt Tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæſar, ſhould I finde them
So ſawcy with the hand of ſhe heere, what's her name
Since ſhe was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
Till like a Boy you ſee him crindge his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Tugge him away: being whipt
Bring him againe, the Iacke of Cæſars ſhall
Beare vs an arrant to him. Exeunt with Thidius.
You were halfe blaſted ere I knew you: Ha?
Haue I my pillow left vnpreſt in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd
By one that lookes on Feeders?
Good my Lord.
You haue beene a boggeler euer,
But when we in our viciouſneſſe grow hard
(Oh miſery on't) the wiſe Gods ſeele our eyes
In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
Adore our errors, laugh at's while we ſtrut
To our confuſion.
Oh, is't come to this?
I found you as a Morſell, cold vpon
Dead Cæſars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
Of Gneius Pompeyes, beſides what hotter houres
Vnregiſtred in vulgar Fame, you haue
Luxuriouſly pickt out. For I am ſure,
Though you can gueſſe what Temperance ſhould be,
You know not what it is.
Wherefore is this?
To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
And ſay, God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,
And plighter of high hearts. O that I were
Vpon the hill of Baſan, to out-roare
The horned Heard, for I haue ſauage cauſe,
And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,
For being yare about him. Is he whipt?
Enter a Seruant with Thidias.
Soundly, my Lord.
Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?
He did aske fauour.
If that thy Father liue, let him repent
Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou ſorrie
To follow Cæſar in his Triumph, ſince
Thou haſt bin whipt. For following him, henceforth
The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Cæſar,
Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou ſay
He makes me angry with him. For he ſeemes
Proud and diſdainfull, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time moſt eaſie 'tis to doo't:
When my good Starres, that were my former guides
Haue empty left their Orbes, and ſhot their Fires
Into th'Abiſme of hell. If he miſlike,
My ſpeech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom
He may at pleaſure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he ſhall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:
Hence with thy ſtripes, be gone. Exit Thid.
Haue you done yet?
Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipſt,
And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.
I muſt ſtay his time?
To flatter Cæſar, would you mingle eyes
With one that tyes his points.
Not know me yet?
Cold-hearted toward me?
Ah (Deere) if I be ſo,
From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,
And poyſon it in the ſourſe, and the firſt ſtone
Drop in my necke: as it determines ſo
Diſſolue my life, the next Cæſarian ſmile,
Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
Together with my braue Egyptians all,
By the diſcandering of this pelleted ſtorme,
Lye graueleſſe, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
Haue buried them for prey.
I am ſatisfied:
Cæſar ſets downe in Alexandria, where
I will oppoſe his Fate. Our force by Land,
Hath Nobly held, our ſeuer'd Nauie too
Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning moſt Sea-like.
Where haſt thou bin my heart? Doſt thou heare Lady?
If from the Field I ſhall returne once more
To kiſſe theſe Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,
There's hope in't yet.
That's my braue Lord.
I will be trebble-ſinewed, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciouſly: for when mine houres
Were nice and lucky, men did ranſome liues
Of me for ieſts: But now, Ile ſet my teeth,
And ſend to darkeneſſe all that ſtop me. Come,
Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me
All my ſad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
Let's mocke the midnight Bell.
It is my Birth-day,
I had thought t'haue held it poore. But ſince my Lord
Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra.
We will yet do well.
Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.
Do ſo, wee'l ſpeake to them,
And to night Ile force
The Wine peepe through their ſcarres.
Come on (my Queene)
There's ſap in't yet. The next time I do fight
Ile make death loue me: for I will contend
Euen with his peſtilent Sythe. Exeunt.
Now hee'l out-ſtare the Lightning, to be furious
Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
The Doue will pecke the Eſtridge; and I ſee ſtill
A diminution in our Captaines braine,
Reſtores his heart; when valour prayes in reaſon,
It eates the Sword it fights with: I will ſeeke
Some way to leaue him. Exeunt.