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Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
And come, young Cato; let us to the field. As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night Mes. Where did you leave him?
We shall try fortune in a second fight. (Ezexul. Tit.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground ? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Arznies; Mes. Is not that he ?
then BRUTUS, Cato, LUCILIUS, and others. Tit.
* No, this was he, Messala, Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your But Cassius is no more. - O setting sun!
heads! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
[Charges the enemy deed.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; O hateful error, melancholy's child !
Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Brutus. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
, charging the enemy. Cato is over The things that are not ? O error, soon conceiv'd,
powered, and falls. Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin- And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. darus?
1 Suld. Yield, or thou diest. Mes. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet Luc.
Only I yield to die: The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it;
(Offering en For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
1 Sold. We must not. - A noble prisoner ! As tidings of this sight.
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. Tit. Hie you, Messala,
1 Sold. I'll tell the news. - Here comes the And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Erit NESSALA. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ?
Enter Antony. Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
Ant. Where is he? And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough ; shouts ?
I dare assure thee, that no enemy Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
The gods defend him from so great a shame! Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
When you do find him, or alive, or dead, Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure By your leave, gods : - This is a Roman's part :
you, Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe,
[Dies. Give him all kindness : I had rather have Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, Cato, Strato, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field. Cato.
He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet !
Enter Brutus, DardaniUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
VOLUMNIUS. In our own proper entrails. (Low alarums. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this Cato. Brave Titinius!
rock. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lordo
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? - He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; It is impossible, that ever Rome
It is a deed in fashion. · Hark thee, Člitus. Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more
Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the work To this dend m1!1, than you shall see me pay.
Bru. Peace then, no words. 1 ll find tone, Caius, Ill find time.
I'll rather kill myell
. Corn, therefore, ali to Thassos sent his bo.ly; Brue. Hark thee, Dardanius! (Whispers der Ilis funeral, shall not be in our camp,
I do such a deed? last it discounfurt us. ~ Lucilius, conre ;
Cü. O, Dardanius!
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it :
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my That it runs over even at his eyes.
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
(He runs on his sword, and dies. The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ;
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIOS, ANTONY,
MESSALA, LOCILIUS, and their army.
Oct. What man is that?
Mes. My master's man. - - Strato, where is thy
master ? Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,
For Brutus only overcame himself, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, And no man else hath honour by his death. Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Luc. So Brutus should be found. - I thank thee, Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
(Alarum still. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
How died my master, Strato? Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep ;
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Farewell to thee too, Strato.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar ;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
His life was gentle ; and the elements
And say to all the world, This was a man!
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Hence; I will follow thee. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
So, call the field to rest : and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day. (Exeunt.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
MENAS, OCTavius CÆSAR, triumvirs.
MENECRATES, friends of Pompey. M. ÆMIL. LEPIDUS,
VARRIOS, SEXTUS POMPEIUS.
Taurus, lieutenant-general to Cæsar. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS,
CANIDIUS, lieutenant-general to Antony. VENTIDIUS,
Silius, an officer in Ventidius's army. Eros,
EUPHRONIUS, an ambassador from Antony to Cæsa. SCARUS,
friends of Antony. ? Alexas, Mardian, Seleucus, and DIOMEDES ; DERCETAS,
tendants on Cleopatra. DEMETRIUS,
CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.
Octavia, sister to Cæsar, and wife to Antony. PROCULEIUS, friends to Cæsar.
CHARMian and Iras, attendants on Cleopatra. THYREUS, GALLUS,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attender's SCENE, - dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belor'd. SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Ant. Then must thou needs find out new hearen, Palace.
Enter an Attendant.
Grates me:- The sun That o'er the files and musters of the war
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows The office and devotion of their view
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper ; Perform't, or else we damn thee. And is become the bellows, and the fan,
How, my love! To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come ! Cleo. Perchance, - nay, and most like,
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antons, Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I would say?Take but good note, and you shall see in him
Both? The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Call in the messengers. — As I am Egypt's queen, Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see.
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Is Cæsar's homager : else so thy cheek pays share, Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be when shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds, – The mes reckon'd.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Alex. Nay, hear him.
widow them all : let me have a child at fifty, to Is, to do thus ; when such a mutual pair,
whom Herod of Jewry may do homage : find me
[Embracing to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion And such a twain can do't, in which, i bind me with my mistress. On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you We stand up peerless. Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
Char. O excellent! I love long life better than Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? figs. I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former Will be himself.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra. -, Than that which is to approach. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Char. Then, belike my children shall have no Let's not confound the time with conference harsh : names : Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches There's not a minute of our lives should stretch must I have ? Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Clen. Hear the ambassadors.
And fertile every wish, a million. Ant.
Fye, wrangling queen! Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Aler. You think, none but your sheets are privy To weep; whose every passion fully strives
to your wishes. To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. No messenger; but thine and all alone,
Aler. We'll know all our fortunes. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night,
shall be drunk to bed. The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Last night you did desire it: - Speak not to us. else.
[Ereunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz’d so slight? famine.
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothHe comes too short of that great property
say. Which still should go with Antony.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful Dem.
I'm full sorry, prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. That he approves the common liar, who
Pr’ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars.
[Exeunt. Sooth. I have said.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than SCENE II. - The same. Another Room. she?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Enter CHARMIAN, IRAs, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. better than I, where would you choose it? Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the
Our worser thoughts heavens mend !
Alexas, soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that
come, his fortune, his fortune. 0, let I knew this husband, which, you say, must change beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a
him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I his horns with garlands !
worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of Aler. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will ?
all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a Char. Is this the man ? — Is't you, sir, that know cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though things?
thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy,
I beseech thee ! A little I can read.
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of Aler. Show him your hand.
the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a
handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow Enter ENOBARBUS.
to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: Therefore,
dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordEno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, ingly! Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Amen. • Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Aler. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
but they'd do't. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Chat. He means, in flesh.
Not he, the queen,
No, lady. Swth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Cleo.
Was he not here? Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking, Char. No, madam.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the I'must from this enchanting queen break off ; sudden
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Aler. Here, madam, at your service. - My lord Ant. I must with haste from bence, approaches.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We
see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants.
suffer our departure, death's the word. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us.
Ant. I must be gone.
IBAS, CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing;
though, between them and a great cause, they Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?
but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have Mess. Ay:
seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: But soon that war had end, and the time's state I do think, there is mettle in death, which commita Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst some loving act upon her, she hath such a clerity Cæsar;
in dying, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Upon the first encounter, drave them,
Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of Ant.
Well, nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot What worst?
call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. report : this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, On :
she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Things, that are past, are done with me. - - 'Tis Ant. 'Would I had never seen ber! thus :
Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder. Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed I hear him as he flatter'd.
withal, would have discredited your travel. Mess. Labienus
Ant. Fulvia is dead. (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Eno. Sir ? Extended Asia from Euphrates ;
Ant. Fulvia is dead. His conquering banner shook, from Syria
Eno. Fulvia ? To Lydia, and to Ionia ;
Ant. Dead. Whilst
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,
When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a Mess.
O, my lord ! man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general earth ; comforting therein, that when old robes are tongue ;
worn out, there are members to make new. If Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :
there were no more women but Fulvia, then had Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this With such full licence, as both truth and malice grief is crowned with consolation ; your old smack Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, brings forth a new petticoat: -and, indeed, the When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow, Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Mess. At your noble pleasure.
[Exit. Cannot endure my absence. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. Eno. And the business you have broached here 1 Att. The man from Sicyon. - Is there such an cannot be without you ; especially that of Cleopatra's one ?
which wholly depends on your abode. 2 Att. He stays upon your will.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Ant.
Let him appear,
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her love to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Or lose myself in dotage. - What are you? Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Of many our contriving friends in Rome Ant.
Where died she? | Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius 2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands Her length of sickness, with what else more serious The empire of the sea : our slippery people Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Ant. Forbear me. —
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
(Exit Messenger. Pompey the great, and all his dignities, There's a great spirit gone ! Thus did I desire it : Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, What our contempts do often hurl from us, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, For the main soldier : whose quality, going on, By revolution lowering, does become
The sides o'the world may danger: Mudi The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ;
breeding, The land could pluck her back, that shor'd her on. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,