ACT I SCENE V | Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace | |
[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN] |
CLEOPATRA | Charmian! |
CHARMIAN | Madam? |
CLEOPATRA | Ha, ha! |
| Give me to drink mandragora. |
CHARMIAN | Why, madam? | 5 |
CLEOPATRA | That I might sleep out this great gap of time |
| My Antony is away. |
CHARMIAN | You think of him too much. |
CLEOPATRA | O, 'tis treason! |
CHARMIAN | Madam, I trust, not so. | 10 |
CLEOPATRA | Thou, eunuch Mardian! |
MARDIAN | What's your highness' pleasure? |
CLEOPATRA | Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure |
| In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee, |
| That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts | 15 |
| May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? |
MARDIAN | Yes, gracious madam. |
CLEOPATRA | Indeed! |
MARDIAN | Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing |
| But what indeed is honest to be done: | 20 |
| Yet have I fierce affections, and think |
| What Venus did with Mars. |
CLEOPATRA | O Charmian, |
| Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? |
| Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? | 25 |
| O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! |
| Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest? |
| The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm |
| And burgonet of men. He's speaking now, |
| Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' | 30 |
| For so he calls me: now I feed myself |
| With most delicious poison. Think on me, |
| That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, |
| And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, |
| When thou wast here above the ground, I was | 35 |
| A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey |
| Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; |
| There would he anchor his aspect and die |
| With looking on his life. |
[Enter ALEXAS, from OCTAVIUS CAESAR] |
ALEXAS | Sovereign of Egypt, hail! | 40 |
CLEOPATRA | How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! |
| Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath |
| With his tinct gilded thee. |
| How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? |
ALEXAS | Last thing he did, dear queen, | 45 |
| He kiss'd,--the last of many doubled kisses,-- |
| This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart. |
CLEOPATRA | Mine ear must pluck it thence. |
ALEXAS | 'Good friend,' quoth he, |
| 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends | 50 |
| This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, |
| To mend the petty present, I will piece |
| Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, |
| Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded, |
| And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, | 55 |
| Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke |
| Was beastly dumb'd by him. |
CLEOPATRA | What, was he sad or merry? |
ALEXAS | Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
|
| Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry. | 60 |
CLEOPATRA | O well-divided disposition! Note him, |
| Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him: |
| He was not sad, for he would shine on those |
| That make their looks by his; he was not merry, |
| Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay | 65 |
| In Egypt with his joy; but between both: |
| O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry, |
| The violence of either thee becomes, |
| So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts? |
ALEXAS | Ay, madam, twenty several messengers: | 70 |
| Why do you send so thick? |
CLEOPATRA | Who's born that day |
| When I forget to send to Antony, |
| Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. |
| Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, | 75 |
| Ever love Caesar so? |
CHARMIAN | O that brave Caesar! |
CLEOPATRA | Be choked with such another emphasis! |
| Say, the brave Antony. |
CHARMIAN | The valiant Caesar! | 80 |
CLEOPATRA | By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, |
| If thou with Caesar paragon again |
| My man of men. |
CHARMIAN | By your most gracious pardon, |
| I sing but after you. | 85 |
CLEOPATRA | My salad days, |
| When I was green in judgment: cold in blood, |
| To say as I said then! But, come, away; |
| Get me ink and paper: |
| He shall have every day a several greeting, | 90 |
| Or I'll unpeople Egypt. |
[Exeunt] |