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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
Antony and Cleopatra
 
Act I. Scene II.
 
The Same.  Another Room.
 
Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer.
  Char.  Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where’s the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O! that I knew this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns with garlands.
  Alex.  Soothsayer!
  Sooth.  Your will?        5
  Char.  Is this the man? Is ’t you, sir, that know things?
  Sooth.  In nature’s infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
  Alex.        Show him your hand.
 
Enter ENOBARBUS.
        10
  Eno.  Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra’s health to drink.
  Char.  Good sir, give me good fortune
  Sooth.  I make not, but foresee.
  Char.  Pray then, foresee me one.        15
  Sooth.  You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
  Char  He means in flesh.
  Iras.  No, you shall paint when you are old.
  Char.  Wrinkles forbid!
  Alex.  Vex not his prescience; be attentive.        20
  Char.  Hush!
  Sooth.  You shall be more beloving than belov’d.
  Char.  I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
  Alex.  Nay, hear him.
  Char.  Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all; let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage; find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress.        25
  Sooth.  You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
  Char.  O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
  Sooth.  You have seen and prov’d a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.
  Char.  Then, belike, my children shall have no names; prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?        30
  Sooth.  If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million.
  Char.  Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
  Alex.  You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
  Char.  Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
  Alex.  We’ll know all our fortunes.        35
  Eno.  Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be,—drunk to bed.
  Iras.  There’s a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
  Char.  E’en as the overflowing Nilus presageth famine.
  Iras.  Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
  Char.  Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.        40
  Sooth.  Your fortunes are alike.
  Iras.  But how? but how? give me particulars.
  Sooth.  I have said.
  Iras.  Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
  Char.  Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?        45
  Iras.  Not in my husband’s nose.
  Char.  Our worser thoughts heaven mend! Alexas,—come, his fortune, his fortune. O! let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee; and let her die too, and give him a worse; and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
  Iras.  Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
  Char.  Amen.
  Alex.  Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they’d do ’t!        50
  Eno.  Hush! here comes Antony.
  Char.        Not he; the queen.
 
Enter CLEOPATRA.
  Cleo.  Saw you my lord?
  Eno.  No, lady.        55
  Cleo.  Was he not here?
  Char.  No, madam.
  Cleo.  He was dispos’d to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
  Eno.  Madam!        60
  Cleo.  Seek him, and bring him hither. Where’s Alexas?
  Alex.  Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
 
Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants.
  Cleo.  We will not look upon him; go with us.  [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, IRAS, CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants.
  Mess.  Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.        65
  Ant.  Against my brother Lucius?
  Mess.  Ay:
But soon that war had end, and the time’s state
Made friends of them, jointing their force ’gainst Cæsar,
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy        70
Upon the first encounter drave them.
  Ant.        Well, what worst?
  Mess.  The nature of bad news infects the teller.
  Ant.  When it concerns the fool, or coward. On;
Things that are past are done with me. ’Tis thus:        75
Who tells me true, though in his tale lay death,
I hear him as he flatter’d.
  Mess.        Labienus—
This is stiff news—hath, with his Parthian force
Extended Asia; from Euphrates        80
His conquering banner shook from Syria
To Lydia and to Ionia: whilst—
  Ant.  Antony, thou wouldst say,—
  Mess.  O! my lord.
  Ant.  Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;        85
Name Cleopatra as she is call’d in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia’s phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O! then we bring forth weeds
When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us        90
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
  Mess.  At your noble pleasure.  [Exit.
  Ant.  From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
  First Att.  The man from Sicyon, is there such an one?
  Sec. Att.  He stays upon your will.        95
  Ant.        Let him appear.
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in dotage.
 
Enter another Messenger.
        What are you?
  Sec. Mess.  Fulvia thy wife is dead.        100
  Ant.        Where died she?
  Sec. Mess.  In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.  [Giving a letter.
  Ant.        Forbear me.  [Exit Second Messenger.        105
There’s a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempts do often hurl from us
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she’s good, being gone;        110
The hand could pluck her back that shov’d her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
 
Re-enter ENOBARBUS.
        115
  Eno.  What’s your pleasure, sir?
  Ant.  I must with haste from hence.
  Eno.  Why, then, we kill all our women. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death’s the word.
  Ant.  I must be gone.
  Eno.  Under a compelling occasion let women die; it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though between them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. I do think there is mettle in death which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.        120
  Ant.  She is cunning past man’s thought.
  Eno.  Alack! sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
  Ant.  Would I had never seen her!
  Eno.  O, sir! you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work which not to have been blessed withal would have discredited your travel.
  Ant.  Fulvia is dead.        125
  Eno.  Sir?
  Ant.  Fulvia is dead.
  Eno.  Fulvia!
  Ant.  Dead.
  Eno.  Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat; and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.        130
  Ant.  The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
  Eno.  And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra’s, which wholly depends on your abode.
  Ant.  No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break        135
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome        140
Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The empire of the sea; our slippery people—
Whose love is never link’d to the deserver
Till his deserts are past—begin to throw        145
Pompey the Great and all his dignities
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier, whose quality, going on,
The sides o’ the world may danger. Much is breeding,        150
Which, like the courser’s hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent’s poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
  Eno.  I shall do it.  [Exeunt.        155
 
 
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