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To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.→
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt.

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
me?

I will proclaim my name about the field:-
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

[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
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

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!
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titimus;
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.

1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Luc. Only I yield to die :

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;

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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:
deed.

O hateful error, melancholy's child!
Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men,
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,

Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Tit. Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit Messala.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? And did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear

their shouts ?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
By your leave, gods:-This is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

[Dies.
Alarum.-Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young
CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

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The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanced.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Another part of the Field.
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, end!
VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on tus
rock.

Cli. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my
lord,

He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the wore,
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.-

[Whispering.

Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the wond
Bru. Peace then, no words.
Cli. I'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Dar. I do such a deed?
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. Ó, Clitus!

[Whispers him.

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee!
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word
Vol. What says my lord?

Bru. Why this, Volumnius:

The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

• 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;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us.

Good Volumnius,

Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you;-and you, Vo-
lumnius.-

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life
I found no man, but he was true to me.

I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes: my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
[Alarum.-Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.

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:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well,
my lord.

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;
For Brutus only overcame himself.

And no man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee,
Brutus,

That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain
them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oct. Do so, Messala.

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:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

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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
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. Look where they come !
Flourish.-Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with
their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
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.

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be

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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, [Embracing.
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
We stand up peerless.

Cleo. Excellent falshood!

Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her!-
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

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,
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 nota
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it:-Speak not to us.

[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
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
[Exeunt

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?

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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.
Char. He means, in flesh.

Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid !

Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
Char. Hush!

Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved.
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear him.

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

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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!

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Mess. Labienus

(This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force Extended Asia from Euphrates;

His conquering banner shook, from Syria
To Lydia, and to Ionia;
Whilst

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,—
Mess. O, my lord!

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;

Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick windst lie still; and our ills

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?
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Ant. Where died she?
2 Mess. In Sicyon:

Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a Letter.
Ant. Forbear me.-
[Exit Messenger.

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back, that shoved her on.
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus!

Enter ENOBARBUS.

Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.

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

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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
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her love to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Till his deserts are past), begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: much is
breeding,

Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.

Eno. I shall do't.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

What says the married woman ?-You may go;
'Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,-

Cleo. O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.
Ant. Cleopatra,-

Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true,

Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!
Ant. Most sweet queen,—

Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

going.

But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;-
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

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
Our services a while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to
strength,

Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would parge
By any desperate change: my more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my
going,

Is Fulvia's death.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me
freedom,

It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die!
Ant. She's dead, my queen:

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awaked ; at the last, best:

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,
Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.

[Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,

You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.

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.

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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,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe ‡‡.

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