To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
I have myself resolved upon a course
Which has no need of you; be gone:
My treasure’s in the harbour, take it. O,
I follow’d 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 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 little: pray you now:
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
Therefore I pray you: I’ll see you by and by.
Sits down
Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS following
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!
MARK ANTONY No, no, no, no, no.
EROS See you here, sir?
MARK ANTONY O fie, fie, fie!
CHARMIAN Madam!
IRAS Madam, O good empress!
EROS Sir, sir,–
MARK ANTONY Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e’en 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 practise had
In the brave squares of war: yet now–No matter.
CLEOPATRA Ah, stand by.
EROS The queen, my lord, the queen.
IRAS Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.
CLEOPATRA Well then, sustain him: O!
EROS Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
Her head’s declined, and death will seize her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue.
MARK ANTONY I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
EROS Sir, the queen.
MARK ANTONY O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
By looking back what I have left behind
‘Stroy’d in dishonour.
CLEOPATRA O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have follow’d.
MARK ANTONY Egypt, thou knew’st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o’er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew’st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.
CLEOPATRA O, my pardon!
MARK 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’ the world play’d as I pleased,
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!
MARK 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;
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 12
Egypt. OCTAVIUS CAESAR’s camp.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Let him appear that’s come from Antony.
Know you him?
DOLABELLA Caesar, ’tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck’d, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers
Not many moons gone by.
Enter EUPHRONIUS, ambassador from MARK ANTONY
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Approach, and speak.
EUPHRONIUS 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 his grand sea.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Be’t so: declare thine office.
EUPHRONIUS 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 thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.
OCTAVIUS 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 to them both.
EUPHRONIUS Fortune pursue thee!
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Bring him through the bands.
Exit EUPHRONIUS
[To THYREUS]
To try 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 ne’er touch’d vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.
THYREUS Caesar, I go.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think’st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
THYREUS Caesar, I shall.
Exeunt
Scene 13
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA’s palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS
CLEOPATRA What shall we do, Enobarbus?
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Think, and die.
CLEOPATRA Is Antony or we in fault for this?
DOMITIUS 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 nick’d his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The meered question: ’twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
CLEOPATRA Prithee, peace.
Enter MARK ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador
MARK ANTONY Is that his answer?
EUPHRONIUS Ay, my lord.
MARK ANTONY The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.
EUPHRONIUS He says so.
MARK ANTONY Let her know’t.
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.
CLEOPATRA That head, my lord?
MARK ANTONY To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward’s; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
As i’ the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declined, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I’ll write it: follow me.
Exeunt MARK ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside]
Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
Against a sworder! I see men’s judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
His judgment too.
Enter an Attendant
Attendant A messenger from CAESAR.
CLEOPATRA What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
That kneel’d unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
Exit Attendant
DOMITIUS 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 endure
To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer
And earns a place i’ the story.
Enter THYREUS
CLEOPATRA Caesar’s will?
THYREUS Hear it apart.
CLEOPATRA None but friends: say boldly.
THYREUS So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar’s.
THYREUS So.
Thus then, thou most renown’d: Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand’st,
Further than he is Caesar.
CLEOPATRA Go on: right royal.
THYREUS He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear’d him.
CLEOPATRA O!
THYREUS 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 conquer’d merely.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS [Aside]
To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
Exit
THYREUS 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 hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shrowd,