ACT I SCENE III | The same. Another room. | |
[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS] |
CLEOPATRA | Where is he? |
CHARMIAN | I did not see him since. |
CLEOPATRA | See where he is, who's with him, what he does: |
| I did not send you: if you find him sad, |
| Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report | 5 |
| That I am sudden sick: quick, and return. |
[Exit ALEXAS] |
CHARMIAN | Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, |
| You do not hold the method to enforce |
| The like from him. |
CLEOPATRA | What should I do, I do not? | 10 |
CHARMIAN | In each thing give him way, cross him nothing. |
CLEOPATRA | Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him. |
CHARMIAN | Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear: |
| In time we hate that which we often fear. |
| But here comes Antony. | 15 |
[Enter MARK ANTONY] |
CLEOPATRA | I am sick and sullen. |
MARK ANTONY | I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,-- |
CLEOPATRA | Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall: |
| It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature |
| Will not sustain it. | 20 |
MARK ANTONY | Now, my dearest queen,-- |
CLEOPATRA | Pray you, stand further from me. |
MARK ANTONY | What's the matter? |
CLEOPATRA | I know, by that same eye, there's some good news. |
| What says the married woman? You may go: | 25 |
| Would she had never given you leave to come! |
| Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here: |
| I have no power upon you; hers you are. |
MARK ANTONY | The gods best know,-- |
CLEOPATRA | O, never was there queen | 30 |
| So mightily betray'd! yet at the first |
| I saw the treasons planted. |
MARK ANTONY | Cleopatra,-- |
CLEOPATRA | Why should I think you can be mine and true, |
| Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, | 35 |
| Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, |
| To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, |
| Which break themselves in swearing! |
MARK ANTONY | Most sweet queen,-- |
CLEOPATRA | Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, | 40 |
| But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, |
| Then was the time for words: no going then; |
| Eternity was in our lips and eyes, |
| Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, |
| But was a race of heaven: they are so still, | 45 |
| Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, |
| Art turn'd the greatest liar. |
MARK ANTONY | How now, lady! |
CLEOPATRA | I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know |
| There were a heart in Egypt. | 50 |
MARK ANTONY | Hear me, queen: |
| The strong necessity of time commands |
| Our services awhile; but my full heart |
| Remains in use with you. Our Italy |
| Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius | 55 |
| Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: |
| Equality of two domestic powers |
| Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength, |
| Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, |
| Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace, | 60 |
| Into the hearts of such as have not thrived |
| Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; |
| And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge |
| By any desperate change: my more particular, |
| And that which most with you should safe my going, | 65 |
| Is Fulvia's death. |
CLEOPATRA | Though age from folly could not give me freedom, |
| It does from childishness: can Fulvia die? |
MARK ANTONY | She's dead, my queen: |
| Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read | 70 |
| The garboils she awaked; at the last, best: |
| See when and where she died. |
CLEOPATRA | O most false love! |
| Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill |
| With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, | 75 |
| In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. |
MARK ANTONY | Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know |
| The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
|
| As you shall give the advice. By the fire |
| That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence | 80 |
| Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war |
| As thou affect'st. |
CLEOPATRA | Cut my lace, Charmian, come; |
| But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well, |
| So Antony loves. | 85 |
MARK 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, | 90 |
| Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears |
| Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene |
| Of excellent dissembling; and let it look |
| Life perfect honour. |
MARK ANTONY | You'll heat my blood: no more. | 95 |
CLEOPATRA | You can do better yet; but this is meetly. |
MARK 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 | 100 |
| The carriage of his chafe. |
MARK 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 loved, but there's not it; | 105 |
| That you know well: something it is I would, |
| O, my oblivion is a very Antony, |
| And I am all forgotten. |
MARK ANTONY | But that your royalty |
| Holds idleness your subject, I should take you | 110 |
| 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 | 115 |
| 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 laurel victory! and smooth success |
| Be strew'd before your feet! | 120 |
MARK ANTONY | Let us go. Come; |
| Our separation so abides, and flies, |
| That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, |
| And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away! |
[Exeunt] |