ACT IV SCENE XII | Another part of the same. | |
[Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS] |
MARK ANTONY | Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine |
| does stand, |
| I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word |
| Straight, how 'tis like to go. |
[Exit] |
SCARUS | Swallows have built | 5 |
| In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers |
| Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly, |
| And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony |
| Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, |
| His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, | 10 |
| Of what he has, and has not. |
[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight] |
[Re-enter MARK ANTONY] |
MARK ANTONY | All is lost; |
| This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: |
| My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder |
| They cast their caps up and carouse together | 15 |
| Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! |
| 'tis thou |
| Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart |
| Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; |
| For when I am revenged upon my charm, | 20 |
| I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone. |
[Exit SCARUS] |
| O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: |
| Fortune and Antony part here; even here |
| Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts |
| That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave | 25 |
| Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets |
| On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd, |
| That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am: |
| O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,-- |
| Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home; | 30 |
| Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,-- |
| Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, |
| Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. |
| What, Eros, Eros! |
[Enter CLEOPATRA] |
| Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! | 35 |
CLEOPATRA | Why is my lord enraged against his love? |
MARK ANTONY | Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, |
| And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee, |
| And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: |
| Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot | 40 |
| Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown |
| For poor'st diminutives, for dolts; and let |
| Patient Octavia plough thy visage up |
| With her prepared nails. |
[Exit CLEOPATRA] |
| 'Tis well thou'rt gone, | 45 |
| If it be well to live; but better 'twere |
| Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death |
| Might have prevented many. Eros, ho! |
| The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me, |
| Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage: | 50 |
| Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; |
| And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club, |
| Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: |
| To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall |
| Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho! | 55 |
[Exit] |