To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.→ SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. Alarum.—Enter fighting, SOLDIERS of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with I will proclaim my name about the field:- A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; [Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brates. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. [Exit, charging the Enemy.—Cato is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down! 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no enemy Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: O hateful error, melancholy's child! Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Messala. their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. [Dies. Cato. He is slain. The gods defend him from so great a shame! [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another part of the Field. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on tus Cli. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. [Whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the wond [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee! That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word Bru. Why this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me • Whether. And, this last night, herein Philippi' fields. I know, my hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; I shall have glory by this losing day, So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes: my bones would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his Sword, and dies. Alarum.-Retreat.-Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Ármy. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; And no man else hath honour by his death. That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt. Receive into my service. + Recommend. ACT I. SCENE 1.-Alexandria.-A Room in Cleopatra's Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phil. 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 Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space; Cleo. Excellent falshood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her!- Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night! Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Ant. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, [Exeunt Ant. and Cleop, with their Tre Dem. Is Cesar with Antonius prized so slight! Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. Dem. I'm full sorry, That he approves the common liar‡, who SCENE II.-The same.-Another Room. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a SOOT HEATER Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you praised so to the queen! 0. that I knew this husband, which, you say, mus change his horns with garlands! Alex. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will? Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune. | Sooth. I make not, but foresee. & Char. Pray then, foresee me one. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. serve. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'y. thee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how, but how? Give me particulars. Sooth. I have said. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! A. lexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isist, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Mess. Labienus (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force Extended Asia from Euphrates; His conquering banner shook, from Syria Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,— Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults told us, Is as our earing t. Fare thee well a while, Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such an one? 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant. Let him appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter another MESSENGER. Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you? Her length of sickness, with what else more serious There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suf fer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, Sir, no: her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they • Seized. + In some editions minds. $ Tilling, ploughing: prepares us to produce good seed. § Waits. are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shews to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this grief is crown'd with consolation; your old smock brings forth a petticoat :-And, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broach'd in the state, Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, Eno. I shall do't. SCENE III. [Exeunt. What says the married woman ?-You may go; Cleo. O, never was there queen Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going. But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Ant. How now, lady! Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Is Fulvia's death. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die! Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. See, when, and where she died. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. does : I did not send you;-If you find him sad, [Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear. Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire That quickens Nilus' slime **, 1 go from hence, Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, As thou affect'st. Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well: So Antony loves. Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which standi An honourable trial. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Belong to Egypt++: Good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling; and let it look Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meets. Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. And target,-still he mends; But this is not the best: look, pr'ythee, Charm, |