Caf. What is't thou say'st? Der. I fay, oh Cafar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing should make A greater crack in nature. The round world Should have fhook lions into civil ftreets, And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony A moiety of the world. Der. He is dead, Cafar, Not by a publick minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife: but that felf-hand Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath with the courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart it felf. This is his fword, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd With his moft noble blood. Caf. Look you fad, friends? The Gods rebuke me but it is a tiding To wash the eyes of Kings. Agr. And strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours Weigh'd equal in him. Agr. A rarer fpirit never Did fteer humanity; but you, Some faults to make us men. Mec. When fuch a fpacious He needs must see himself. Caf. O Antony! I've follow'd thee to this Gods, will give us Cæfar is touch'd. mirror's fet before him, but we do launce Diseases in our bodies. I muft perforce Have fhewn to thee fuch a declining day, Or 'look'd' on thine; we could not ftall together A a 3 In In top of all defign, my mate in empire, Our equalnefs to this. Hear me, good friends The bufinefs of this man looks out of him, We'll hear him what he fays. 7'/Now whence are you? Enter an Ægyptian. Egypt. A poor gyptian yet; the Queen my mistress Confin'd in all fhe has (her monument) Of thy intents desires instruction, That the preparedly may frame her felf Caf. Bid her have good heart; She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, Egypt. May the Gods preferve thee! Caf. Come hither, Proculeius, go and fay We purpose her no fhame; give her what comforts 8 Would be eternaling our triumph. Go, And with your speedieft bring us what fhe fays, Pro. Cæfar, I fhall. Caf. Gallus, go you along; where's Dolabella, To fecond Proculeius? All. Dolabella!. [Exit. [Exit Proculeius. [Exit Gallus. Caf. Let him alone; for I remember now How he's employ'd: he fhall in time be ready. Go with me to my tent, where you fhall fee How hardly I was drawn into this war, 6 have divided 7 Whence 8 eternal in How How calm and gentle I proceeded still S CEN E II. The Monument. [Exeunt. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Y defolation does begin to make Cleo MY A better life; 'tis paltry to be Cefar: To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Enter Proculeius, and Gallus, below. Pro. Cæfar fends greeting to the Queen of Egypt, Thou mean'ft to have him grant thee. Cleo. What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. Antony Did tell me of you, bad me truft you, but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trufting. If your mafter Would have a Queen his beggar, you must tell him, No lefs beg than a kingdom: if he please Pro. Be of good cheer: You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing; A a 4 9 Which fleeps, and never palates more the dung Make (The beggar's nurfe, and Cefars). ... old edit. Warb, emend. 2 kneel to Make your full ref'rence freely to my Lord, Cleo. Pray you tell him, I am his fortunes vaffal, and I 3 'bend to Pro. This I'll report, dear Lady. Have comfort, for I know your plight is pity'd 4 'Gall. You fee how eafily fhe may be furpriz'd. Pro. Guard her 'till Cæfar come, Iras. Oh royal Queen, Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken, Queen. Pro. Hold, worthy Lady, hold: [Drawing a dagger. Do not your felf fuch wrong, who are in this Cleo What, of death too, that rids our dogs of languish? Th' undoing of your felf: let the world fee His nobleness well acted, which your death Cleo. Where art thou, death? Come hither, come: oh come, and take a Queen Worth many babes and beggars. Pro. Oh, temperance, Lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, Sir: If idle talk will once be s'acceffary,` This mortal houfe I'll ruin, I'll not fleep neither. Do Cafar what he can. Know, Sir, that I Will (a) Praying in aid is a Law-term used for a petition made in a Court of fuftice for the calling in of help from another that hath an interest in the caufe in queftion. 3 fend him 4 Char.... old edit. Theob. emend. 5 neceffary, Will not wait pinion'd at your master's Court, My country's 'higheft Pyramid my gibbet, Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Dol. Proculeius, Enter Dolabella. What thou hast done my mafter Cafar knows, Pro. So, Dolabella, It shall content me beft; be gentle to her: To Cæfar I will speak what you shall please, [To Cleopatra, Cleo. Say, I would die. [Exeunt Proculeius and Gallus. Dol. Affuredly you know me. Cleo. No matter, Sir, what I have heard or known: You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams; Is't not your trick? Dol. I understand not, Madam. Cleo. I dreamt there was an Emp❜ror Antony; Oh fuch another fleep, that I might fee But fuch another man! Dol. If it might please ye Cleo. His face was as the heav'ns, and therein stuck A fun and moon, which kept their courfe, and lighted The 'little orb o' th'` earth. 8 little o' th' or little O o' th' ... old edit. Warb. emend. Dol. |