ACT II SCENE V | Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. | |
[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS] |
CLEOPATRA | Give me some music; music, moody food |
| Of us that trade in love. |
Attendants | The music, ho! |
[Enter MARDIAN] |
CLEOPATRA | Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian. |
CHARMIAN | My arm is sore; best play with Mardian. | 5 |
CLEOPATRA | As well a woman with an eunuch play'd |
| As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir? |
MARDIAN | As well as I can, madam. |
CLEOPATRA | And when good will is show'd, though't come |
| too short, | 10 |
| The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: |
| Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, |
| My music playing far off, I will betray |
| Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce |
| Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up, | 15 |
| I'll think them every one an Antony, |
| And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.' |
CHARMIAN | 'Twas merry when |
| You wager'd on your angling; when your diver |
| Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he | 20 |
| With fervency drew up. |
CLEOPATRA | That time,--O times!-- |
| I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night |
| I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn, |
| Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; | 25 |
| Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst |
| I wore his sword Philippan. |
[Enter a Messenger] |
| O, from Italy |
| Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, |
| That long time have been barren. | 30 |
Messenger | Madam, madam,-- |
CLEOPATRA | Antonius dead!--If thou say so, villain, |
| Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free, |
| If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here |
| My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings | 35 |
| Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. |
Messenger | First, madam, he is well. |
CLEOPATRA | Why, there's more gold. |
| But, sirrah, mark, we use |
| To say the dead are well: bring it to that, | 40 |
| The gold I give thee will I melt and pour |
| Down thy ill-uttering throat. |
Messenger | Good madam, hear me. |
CLEOPATRA | Well, go to, I will; |
| But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony | 45 |
| Be free and healthful,--so tart a favour |
| To trumpet such good tidings! If not well, |
| Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes, |
| Not like a formal man. |
Messenger | Will't please you hear me? | 50 |
CLEOPATRA | I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st: |
| Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well, |
| Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him, |
| I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail |
| Rich pearls upon thee. | 55 |
Messenger | Madam, he's well. |
CLEOPATRA | Well said. |
Messenger | And friends with Caesar. |
CLEOPATRA | Thou'rt an honest man. |
Messenger | Caesar and he are greater friends than ever. | 60 |
CLEOPATRA | Make thee a fortune from me. |
Messenger | But yet, madam,-- |
CLEOPATRA | I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay |
| The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'! |
| 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth | 65 |
| Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, |
| Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, |
| The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar: |
| In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free. |
Messenger | Free, madam! no; I made no such report: | 70 |
| He's bound unto Octavia. |
CLEOPATRA | For what good turn? |
Messenger | For the best turn i' the bed. |
CLEOPATRA | I am pale, Charmian. |
Messenger | Madam, he's married to Octavia. | 75 |
CLEOPATRA | The most infectious pestilence upon thee! |
[Strikes him down] |
Messenger | Good madam, patience. |
CLEOPATRA | What say you? Hence, |
[Strikes him again] |
| Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes |
| Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: | 80 |
[She hales him up and down] |
| Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, |
| Smarting in lingering pickle. |
Messenger | Gracious madam, |
| I that do bring the news made not the match. |
CLEOPATRA | Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, | 85 |
| And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst |
| Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
|
| And I will boot thee with what gift beside |
| Thy modesty can beg. |
Messenger | He's married, madam. | 90 |
CLEOPATRA | Rogue, thou hast lived too long. |
[Draws a knife] |
Messenger | Nay, then I'll run. |
| What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. |
[Exit] |
CHARMIAN | Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: |
| The man is innocent. | 95 |
CLEOPATRA | Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. |
| Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures |
| Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again: |
| Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call. |
CHARMIAN | He is afeard to come. | 100 |
CLEOPATRA | I will not hurt him. |
[Exit CHARMIAN] |
| These hands do lack nobility, that they strike |
| A meaner than myself; since I myself |
| Have given myself the cause. |
[Re-enter CHARMIAN and Messenger] |
| Come hither, sir. | 105 |
| Though it be honest, it is never good |
| To bring bad news: give to a gracious message. |
| An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell |
| Themselves when they be felt. |
Messenger | I have done my duty. | 110 |
CLEOPATRA | Is he married? |
| I cannot hate thee worser than I do, |
| If thou again say 'Yes.' |
Messenger | He's married, madam. |
CLEOPATRA | The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still? | 115 |
Messenger | Should I lie, madam? |
CLEOPATRA | O, I would thou didst, |
| So half my Egypt were submerged and made |
| A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence: |
| Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me | 120 |
| Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? |
Messenger | I crave your highness' pardon. |
CLEOPATRA | He is married? |
Messenger | Take no offence that I would not offend you: |
| To punish me for what you make me do. | 125 |
| Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia. |
CLEOPATRA | O, that his fault should make a knave of thee, |
| That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence: |
| The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome |
| Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand, | 130 |
| And be undone by 'em! |
[Exit Messenger] |
CHARMIAN | Good your highness, patience. |
CLEOPATRA | In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar. |
CHARMIAN | Many times, madam. |
CLEOPATRA | I am paid for't now. | 135 |
| Lead me from hence: |
| I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter. |
| Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him |
| Report the feature of Octavia, her years, |
| Her inclination, let him not leave out | 140 |
| The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly. |
[Exit ALEXAS] |
| Let him for ever go:--let him not--Charmian, |
| Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, |
| The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas |
[To MARDIAN] |
| Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian, | 145 |
| But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. |
[Exeunt] |