ACT I SCENE I | Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra's house. | |
[Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO] |
PHILO | Nay, but this dotage of our general's |
| O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, |
| That o'er the files and musters of the war |
| Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, |
| The office and devotion of their view | 5 |
| Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, |
| Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst |
| The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, |
| And is become the bellows and the fan |
| To cool a gipsy's lust. | 10 |
[
Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,
the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her
] |
| Look, where they come: |
| Take but good note, and you shall see in him. |
| The triple pillar of the world transform'd |
| Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. |
CLEOPATRA | If it be love indeed, tell me how much. | 15 |
MARK ANTONY | There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. |
CLEOPATRA | I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. |
MARK ANTONY | Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. |
[Enter an Attendant] |
Attendant | News, my good lord, from Rome. |
MARK ANTONY | Grates me: the sum. | 20 |
CLEOPATRA | Nay, hear them, Antony: |
| Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows |
| If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent |
| His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this; |
| Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; | 25 |
| Perform 't, or else we damn thee.' |
MARK ANTONY | How, my love! |
CLEOPATRA | Perchance! nay, and most like: |
| You must not stay here longer, your dismission |
| Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony. | 30 |
| Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both? |
| Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, |
| Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine |
| Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame |
| When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers! | 35 |
MARK ANTONY | Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch |
| Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. |
| Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike |
| Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life |
| Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair | 40 |
[Embracing] |
| And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, |
| On pain of punishment, the world to weet |
| We stand up peerless. |
CLEOPATRA | Excellent falsehood! |
| Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? | 45 |
| I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
|
| Will be himself. |
MARK ANTONY | But stirr'd by Cleopatra. |
| Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, |
| Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: | 50 |
| There's not a minute of our lives should stretch |
| Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight? |
CLEOPATRA | Hear the ambassadors. |
MARK ANTONY | Fie, wrangling queen! |
| Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, | 55 |
| To weep; whose every passion fully strives |
| To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! |
| No messenger, but thine; and all alone |
| To-night we'll wander through the streets and note |
| The qualities of people. Come, my queen; | 60 |
| Last night you did desire it: speak not to us. |
[
Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with
their train
] |
DEMETRIUS | Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight? |
PHILO | Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, |
| He comes too short of that great property |
| Which still should go with Antony. | 65 |
DEMETRIUS | I am full sorry |
| That he approves the common liar, who |
| Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope |
| Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! |
[Exeunt] |