> SCENE: The Roman Empire
ACT I. SCENE I.
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA"S palace
Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO
PHILO. 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 l.u.s.t.
Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her LADIES, the train, with eunuchs fanning her
Look where they come!
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.
CLEOPATRA. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
ANTONY. There"s beggary in the love that can be reckon"d.
CLEOPATRA. I"ll set a bourn how far to be belov"d.
ANTONY. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter a MESSENGER
MESSENGER. News, my good lord, from Rome.
ANTONY. Grates me the sum.
CLEOPATRA. Nay, hear them, Antony.
Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His pow"rful mandate to you: "Do this or this; Take in that kingdom and enfranchise that; Perform"t, or else we d.a.m.n thee."
ANTONY. How, my love?
CLEOPATRA. Perchance? Nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer; your dismission Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where"s Fulvia"s process? Caesar"s I would say? Both?
Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt"s Queen, Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Caesar"s homager. Else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongu"d Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
ANTONY. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang"d empire fall! Here is my s.p.a.ce.
Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man. The n.o.bleness of life Is to do thus [emhracing], when such a mutual pair And such a twain can do"t, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.
CLEOPATRA. Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I"ll seem the fool I am not. Antony Will be himself.
ANTONY. 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?
CLEOPATRA. Hear the amba.s.sadors.
ANTONY. Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes- to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every pa.s.sion fully strives To make itself in thee fair and admir"d.
No messenger but thine, and all alone To-night we"ll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us.
Exeunt ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with the train DEMETRIUS. Is Caesar with Antonius priz"d so slight?
PHILO. Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony.
DEMETRIUS. I am 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.
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA"S palace
Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a SOOTHSAYER
CHARMIAN. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where"s the soothsayer that you prais"d so to th" 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 En.o.bARBUS
En.o.bARBUS. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough 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!
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.
SOOTHSAYER. You have seen and prov"d 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.
ALEXAS. We"ll know all our fortunes.
En.o.bARBUS. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be- drunk to bed.
IRAS. There"s a palm presages chast.i.ty, 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 worky-day fortune.
SOOTHSAYER. Your fortunes are alike.
IRAS. But how, but how? Give me particulars.
SOOTHSAYER. I have said.