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As you shall give th' advice. By the fire

That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war

As thou affects.
CLEOPATRA. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!

But let it be; I am quickly ill and well-
So Antony loves.

ANTONY. My precious queen, forbear,
And give true evidence to his love, which stands

An honourable trial.
CLEOPATRA. So Fulvia told me.

I prithee turn aside and weep for her;
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears

Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling, and let it look

Like perfect honour.
ANTONY. You'll heat my blood; no more.

CLEOPATRA. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
ANTONY. Now, by my sword-

CLEOPATRA. And target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,

How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

ANTONY. I'll leave you, lady.
CLEOPATRA. Courteous lord, one word.

Sir, you and I must part- but that's not it.
Sir, you and I have lov'd- but there's not it.

That you know well. Something it is I would-
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,

And I am all forgotten!
ANTONY. But that your royalty

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

CLEOPATRA. 'Tis sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart

As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me when they do not

Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,

And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
Sit laurelvictory, and smooth success

Be strew'd before your feet!
ANTONY. Let us go. Come.

Our separation so abides and flies
That thou, residing here, goes yet with me,

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Away! Exeunt

SCENE IV.
Rome. CAESAR'S house

Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter;
LEPIDUS, and their train

CAESAR. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate

Our great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes

The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy

More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners. You shall find there

A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.

LEPIDUS. I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness.

His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary

Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change
Than what he chooses.

CAESAR. You are too indulgent. Let's grant it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,

To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave,

To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat. Say this becomes him-

As his composure must be rare indeed
Whom these things cannot blemish- yet must Antony

No way excuse his foils when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd

His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones

Call on him for't! But to confound such time
That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud

As his own state and ours- 'tis to be chid
As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge,

Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Enter a MESSENGER
LEPIDUS. Here's more news.

MESSENGER. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea,
And it appears he is belov'd of those

That only have fear'd Caesar. To the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports

Give him much wrong'd.
CAESAR. I should have known no less.

It hath been taught us from the primal state
That he which is was wish'd until he were;

And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,

Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,

To rot itself with motion.
MESSENGER. Caesar, I bring thee word

Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound

With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime

Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt.
No vessel can peep forth but 'tis as soon

Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
Than could his war resisted.

CAESAR. Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once

Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel

Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more

Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink
The stale of horses and the gilded puddle

Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

Yea, like the stag when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou brows'd. On the Alps

It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on. And all this-

It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-
Was borne so like a soldier that thy cheek

So much as lank'd not.
LEPIDUS. 'Tis pity of him.

CAESAR. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome. 'Tis time we twain

Did show ourselves i' th' field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council. Pompey

Thrives in our idleness.
LEPIDUS. To-morrow, Caesar,

I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able

To front this present time.
CAESAR. Till which encounter

It is my business too. Farewell.
LEPIDUS. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know meantime

Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.

CAESAR. Doubt not, sir;
I knew it for my bond. Exeunt

SCENE V.
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA'S palace

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN
CLEOPATRA. Charmian!

CHARMIAN. Madam?
CLEOPATRA. Ha, ha!

Give me to drink mandragora.
CHARMIAN. Why, madam?

CLEOPATRA. That I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Antony is away.

CHARMIAN. You think of him too much.
CLEOPATRA. O, 'tis treason!

CHARMIAN. Madam, I trust, not so.
CLEOPATRA. Thou, eunuch Mardian!

MARDIAN. What's your Highness' pleasure?
CLEOPATRA. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure

In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
MARDIAN. Yes, gracious madam.

CLEOPATRA. Indeed?
MARDIAN. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing

But what indeed is honest to be done.
Yet have I fierce affections, and think

What Venus did with Mars.
CLEOPATRA. O Charmian,

Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse; for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,

Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me. Now I feed myself

With most deliciouspoison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,

And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was

A morsel for a monarch; and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;

There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.

Enter ALEXAS
ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

CLEOPATRA. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great med'cine hath

With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

ALEXAS. Last thing he did, dear Queen,
He kiss'd- the last of many doubled kisses-

This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
CLEOPATRA. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

ALEXAS. 'Good friend,' quoth he
'Say the firm Roman to great Egypt sends

This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece



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