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- $Title{Antony and Cleopatra: Act I, Scene II}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01450.txt}
-
- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
-
-
- ACT I
- ................................................................................
-
-
- SCENE II: The same. Another room.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-
- {Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer.}
-
- CHARMIAN: Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
- almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
- that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
- this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
- with garlands!
-
- ALEXAS: Soothsayer!
-
- Soothsayer: Your will?
-
- CHARMIAN: Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
-
- Soothsayer: In nature's infinite book of secrecy
- A little I can read.
-
- ALEXAS: Show him your hand.
-
- {Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS.}
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough 10
- Cleopatra's health to drink.
-
- CHARMIAN: Good sir, give me good fortune.
-
- Soothsayer: I make not, but foresee.
-
- CHARMIAN: Pray, then, foresee me one.
-
- Soothsayer: You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
-
- CHARMIAN: He means in flesh.
-
- IRAS: No, you shall paint when you are old.
-
- CHARMIAN: Wrinkles forbid!
-
- ALEXAS: Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
-
- CHARMIAN: Hush! 20
-
- Soothsayer: You shall be more beloving than beloved.
-
- CHARMIAN: I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
-
- ALEXAS: Nay, hear him.
-
- CHARMIAN: 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
- Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
-
- Soothsayer: You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
-
- CHARMIAN: O excellent! I love long life better than figs. 30
-
- Soothsayer: You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
- Than that which is to approach.
-
- CHARMIAN: Then belike my children shall have no names:
- prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
-
- Soothsayer: If every of your wishes had a womb.
- And fertile every wish, a million.
-
- CHARMIAN: Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
-
- ALEXAS: You think none but your sheets are privy to your
- wishes.
-
- CHARMIAN: Nay, come, tell Iras hers. 40
-
- ALEXAS: We'll know all our fortunes.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
- be--drunk to bed.
-
- IRAS: There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing
- else.
-
- CHARMIAN: E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
-
- IRAS: Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
-
- CHARMIAN: Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
- prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
- tell her but a worky-day fortune. 50
-
- Soothsayer: Your fortunes are alike.
-
- IRAS: But how, but how? give me particulars.
-
- Soothsayer: I have said.
-
- IRAS: Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
-
- CHARMIAN: Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
- I, where would you choose it?
-
- IRAS: Not in my husband's nose.
-
- CHARMIAN: Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,--come,
- his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
- that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let 60
- her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
- follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
- laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
- Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
- matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
-
- IRAS: Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
- for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
- loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
- foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
- decorum, and fortune him accordingly! 70
-
- CHARMIAN: Amen.
-
- ALEXAS: Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
- cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
- they'ld do't!
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Hush! here comes Antony.
-
- CHARMIAN: Not he; the queen.
-
- {Enter CLEOPATRA.}
-
- CLEOPATRA: Saw you my lord?
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: No, lady.
-
- CLEOPATRA: Was he not here?
-
- CHARMIAN: No, madam.
-
- CLEOPATRA: He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
- A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Madam? 80
-
- CLEOPATRA: Seek him, and bring him hither.
- Where's Alexas?
-
- ALEXAS: Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
-
- CLEOPATRA: We will not look upon him: go with us.
-
- [Exeunt.]
-
- {Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants.}
-
- Messenger: Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Against my brother Lucius?
-
- Messenger: Ay:
- But soon that war had end, and the time's state
- Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst
- Caesar;
- Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, 90
- Upon the first encounter, drave them.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Well, what worst?
-
- Messenger: The nature of bad news infects the teller.
-
- MARK ANTONY: When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
- Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
- Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
- I hear him as he flatter'd.
-
- Messenger: 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; 100
- Whilst--
-
- MARK ANTONY: Antony, thou wouldst say,--
-
- Messenger: O, my lord!
-
- MARK ANTONY: Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
- Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
- Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
- With such full license as both truth and malice
- Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
- When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
- Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
-
- Messenger: At your noble pleasure. 110
-
- [Exit.]
-
- MARK ANTONY: From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
-
- First Attendant: The man from Sicyon,--is there such an one?
-
- Second Attendant: He stays upon your will.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Let him appear.
- These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
- Or lose myself in dotage.
-
- {Enter another Messenger.}
-
- What are you?
-
- Second Messenger: Fulvia thy wife is dead.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Where died she?
-
- Second Messenger: In Sicyon:
- Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
- Importeth thee to know, this bears.
-
- [Gives a letter.]
-
- MARK ANTONY: Forbear me.
-
- [Exit Second Messenger.]
-
- There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: 120
- What our contempt doth 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.
- I must from this enchanting queen break off:
- Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
- My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
-
- {Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS.}
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: What's your pleasure, sir?
-
- MARK ANTONY: I must with haste from hence. 130
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Why, then, we kill all our women:
- we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
- if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
-
- MARK ANTONY: I must be gone.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
- pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
- them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
- 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 140
- mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
- her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
-
- MARK ANTONY: She is cunning past man's thought.
-
- [Exit ALEXAS.]
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: 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 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.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Would I had never seen her. 150
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
- of work; which not to have been blest withal would
- have discredited your travel.
-
- MARK ANTONY: Fulvia is dead.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Sir?
-
- MARK ANTONY: Fulvia is dead.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Fulvia!
-
- MARK ANTONY: Dead.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
- it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man 160
- from him, it shows 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 crowned
- with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
- petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
- that should water this sorrow.
-
- MARK ANTONY: The business she hath broached in the state
- Cannot endure my absence. 170
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: And the business you have broached here cannot be
- without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
- wholly depends on your abode.
-
- MARK ANTONY: 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 leave 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 180
- Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
- Hath given the dare to Caesar, 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, 190
- 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.
-
- DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: I shall do't.
-
- [Exeunt.]
-