‘Tis sport to maul a runner.
MARK ANTONY I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
SCARUS I’ll halt after.
Exeunt
Scene 8
Under the walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS, with others
MARK ANTONY We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see ‘s, we’ll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as ‘t had been
Each man’s like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour’d gashes whole.
To SCARUS
Give me thy hand
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended
To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
To CLEOPATRA
O thou day o’ the world,
Chain mine arm’d neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
CLEOPATRA Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world’s great snare uncaught?
MARK ANTONY My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl!
though grey
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy’d in such a shape.
CLEOPATRA I’ll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king’s.
MARK ANTONY He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack’d targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city’s ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
Exeunt
Scene 9
OCTAVIUS CAESAR’s camp.
Sentinels at their post
First Soldier If we be not relieved within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle
By the second hour i’ the morn.
Second Soldier This last day was
A shrewd one to’s.
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O, bear me witness, night,–
Third Soldier What man is this?
Second Soldier Stand close, and list him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
First Soldier Enobarbus!
Third Soldier Peace!
Hark further.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
Dies
Second Soldier Let’s speak To him.
First Soldier Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.
Third Soldier Let’s do so. But he sleeps.
First Soldier Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Second Soldier Go we to him.
Third Soldier Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.
Second Soldier Hear you, sir?
First Soldier The hand of death hath raught him.
Drums afar off
Hark! the drums
Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
Third Soldier Come on, then;
He may recover yet.
Exeunt with the body
Act 4
Scene 10
Between the two camps.
Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army
MARK ANTONY Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
SCARUS For both, my lord.
MARK ANTONY I would they’ld fight i’ the fire or i’ the air;
We’ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven . . . . .
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.
Exeunt
Scene 11
Another part of the same.
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and his Army
OCTAVIUS CAESAR But being charged, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take’t, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.
Exeunt
Scene 12
Another part of the same.
Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS
MARK ANTONY Yet they are not join’d: where yond pine
does stand,
I shall discover all: I’ll bring thee word
Straight, how ’tis like to go.
Exit
SCARUS Swallows have built
In Cleopatra’s sails their nests: the augurers
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.
Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight
Re-enter MARK ANTONY
MARK ANTONY All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn’d whore!
’tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
Exit SCARUS
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel’d me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark’d,
That overtopp’d them all. Betray’d I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,–
Whose eye beck’d forth my wars, and call’d them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,–
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!
Enter CLEOPATRA
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
CLEOPATRA Why is my lord enraged against his love?
MARK ANTONY Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Caesar’s triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poor’st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.
Exit CLEOPATRA
‘Tis well thou’rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better ’twere
Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’ the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp’d the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for’t. Eros, ho!
Exit
Scene 13
Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN
CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss’d.
CHARMIAN To the monument!
There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
CLEOPATRA To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was ‘Antony,’
And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument!
Exeunt
Scene 14
The same. Another room.
Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS
MARK ANTONY Eros, thou yet behold’st me?
EROS Ay, noble lord.
MARK ANTONY Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen
these signs;
They are black vesper’s pageants.
EROS Ay, my lord,
MARK ANTONY That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
EROS It does, my lord.
MARK ANTONY My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony: