Give him all kindness: I had rather have SCENE V-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Whispering. [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? 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. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. 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, Volumnius.Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, * Whether So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, 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: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. 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 Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? 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. So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, * Receive into my service. [Exeunt. + Recommend. MENAS, MENECRATES, VARRIUS, } Friends of Pompey. putra. OFFICERS, SOLDIERS, MESSENGERS, and other ATTENDANTS. SCENE, dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire. ACT I. SCENE I-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 plaited 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 gypsy'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 Renounces. 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. Ani. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d. Cleo. I'll set a bourn* how far to be beloved. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an ATTENDANT. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates me:-The sum ? Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony : Fulvia, perchance is angry: Or, who knows Ant. How, my love! Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission ls come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process!§ Cæsar's, I would say ?-Both ?— Cleo. Excellent Falsehood! Why did we marry Fulvia, and not love her ?- Will be himself. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.- Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, [Embracing. 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? Ant. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom everything 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 note Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. [Exeunt ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their train. *Bound, limit. § Summons. † Offends. Wide spread. + Subdue, conquer. ¶ To wit. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius prized so slight ? ** That he approves the common liar, who SCENE II.-The same. Another Room. [Exeunt. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a SOOTHSAYER. Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything 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! Alex. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will ? Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, Sir, that know things? A little I can read. Alex. Show him your hand. 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. 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. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names:† Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. • Confirms fame, rumour. † Shall be bastards. |