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Act V. Scene II.

Scene II.—The Same. The Monument.

and IRAS.

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change,
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.

Enter, below, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS, and Soldiers.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cleo. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
Pro. Be of good cheer;
You are fallen into a princely hand, fear no-
Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need; let me report to him
Your sweet dependancy, and you shall find
A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.
Cleo. Pray you, tell him
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly
Look him i' the face.
Pro. This I'll report, dear lady:
Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
Of him that caus'd it.
Gal. You see how easily she may be sur-
[PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard as-
cend the monument by a ladder, and
come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the
Guard unbar and open the gates, dis-
covering the lower room of the monu-
[To PROCULEIUS and the Guard.] Guard her till
Cæsar come. [Exit.
Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen.
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.
[Drawing a dagger.
Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold!
[Seizes and disarms her.
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Reliev'd, but not betray'd.
Cleo. What, of death too,
That rids our dogs of languish?
Pro. Cleopatra,
Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself; let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.
Cleo. Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a
Worth many babes and beggars!
Pro. O! temperance, lady.
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink,
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither. This mortal house I'll
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court,
Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!
Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Find cause in Cæsar.

Dol. Proculeius,
What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows,
And he hath sent for thee; as for the queen,
I'll take her to my guard.
Pro. So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best; be gentle to her.
[To CLEOPATRA.] To Cæsar I will speak what
you shall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
Cleo. Say, I would die.
[Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers.
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly you know me.
Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or
You laugh when boys or women tell their
Is't not your trick?
Dol. I understand not, madam.
Cleo. I dream'd there was an Emperor
O! such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man.
Dol. If it might please ye,—
Cleo. His face was as the heavens, and therein
A sun and moon, which kept their course, and
The little O, the earth.
Dol. Most sovereign creature,—
Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as ratthng thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't, an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping; his delights
Were dolphin-like, they show'd his back above
The element they liv'd in; in his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets, realms and inlands
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Dol. Cleopatra,—
Cleo. Think you there was, or might be, such
a man
As this I dream'd of?
Dol. Gentle madam, no.
Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming; nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet to imagine
An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.
Dol. Hear me, good madam.
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might
O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at root.
Cleo. I thank you, sir.
Know you what Cæsar means to do with me?
Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,—
Dol. Though he be honourable,—
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph?
Dol. Madam, he will; I know't.
[Within, 'Make way there!—Cæsar!'

MECÆNAS, SELEUCUS, and Attendants.
Cæs. Which is the Queen of Egypt?
Dol. It is the emperor, madam.
[CLEOPATRA kneels.
Cæs. Arise, you shall not kneel.
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Cleo. Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.
Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts;
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.
Cleo. Sole sir o' the world,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear; but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties which before
Have often sham'd our sex.
Cæs. Cleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than enforce:
If you apply yourself to our intents,—
Which towards you are most gentle,—you shall
A benefit in this change; but if you seek
To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
Of my good purposes, and put your children
To that destruction which I'll guard them from,
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
Cleo. And may through all the world: 'tis
yours; and we,
Your scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good
Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. [Giving a Scroll.] This is the brief of
money, plate, and jewels,
I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
Sel. Here, madam.
Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam,
I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.
Cleo. What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made
Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
Your wisdom in the deed.
Cleo. See! Cæsar! O, behold,
How pomp is follow'd; mine will now be yours;
And, should we shift estates, yours would be
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild. O slave! of no more trust
Than love that's hir'd. What! goest thou back?
thou shalt
Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine
Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain,
O rarely base!
Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar! what a wounding shame is
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy. Say, good Cæsar,
That I some lady trifles have reserv'd,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity
As we greet modern friends withal; and say,
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia and Octavia, to induce 168
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites
Beneath the fall I have. [To SELEUCUS.] Prithee,
go hence;
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Through the ashes of my chance. Wert thou a
Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
Cæs. Forbear, Seleucus.
Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are
For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits in our name,
Are therefore to be pitied,
Cæs. Cleopatra,
Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknow-
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours,
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of tilings that merchants sold. Therefore be
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear
For we intend so to dispose you as
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
Cleo. My master, and my lord!
Cæs. Not so. Adieu.
[Flourish. Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train.
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I
should not
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
[Whispers CHARMIAN.
Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is
And we are for the dark.
Cleo. Hie thee again:
I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go, put it to the haste.
Char. Madam, I will

Dol. Where is the queen?
Char. Behold, sir. [Exit.
Cleo. Dolabella! 196
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your com-
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days
You with your children will he send before.
Make your best use of this; I have perform'd
Your pleasure and my promise.
Cleo. Dolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.
Dol. I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit DOLABELLA.
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown
In Rome, as well as I; mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And forc'd to drink their vapour.
Iras. The gods forbid!
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain,
Iras. Saucy lic-
Will catch at us, like strumpets, and scald rimers
Ballad us out o' tune; the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels. Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.
Iras. O, the good gods!
Cleo. Nay, that's certain.
Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure my
Are stronger than mine eyes.
Cleo. Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.

Re-enter CHARMIAN.
Now, Charmian,
Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch
My best attires; I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give
thee leave
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and
all. [Exit IRAS. A noise heard.
Wherefore's this noise?

Enter one of the Guard.
Guard. Here is a rural fellow
That will not be denied your highness' presence:
He brings you figs.
Cleo. Let him come in. [Exit Guard.] What
poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me; now from head to foot
I am marble-constant, now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.

Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing in a
Guard. This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guard.
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
Clo. Truly, I have him; but I would not
be the party that should desire you to touch
him, for his biting is immortal; those that do
die of it do seldom or never recover.
Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died
Clo. Very many, men and women too. I
heard of one of them no longer than yesterday;
a very honest woman, but something given to
lie, as a woman should not do but in the way of
honesty, how she died of the biting of it, what
pain she felt. Truly, she makes a very good
report o' the worm; but he that will believe all
that they say shall never be saved by half that
they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's
an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clo. I wish you all joy of the worm.
[Sets down the basket,
Cleo. Farewell.
Clo. You must think this, look you, that the
worm will do his kind.
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.
Clo. Look you, the worm is not to be
trusted but in the keeping of wise people; for
indeed there is no goodness in the worm.
Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
Clo. Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you,
for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eat me?
Clo. You must not think I am so simple
but I know the devil himself will not eat a
woman; I know that a woman is a dish for the
gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these
same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in
their women, for in every ten that they make,
the devils mar five.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
Clo. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the
worm. [Exit.

Re-enter IRAS, with a robe, crown, &c.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I
Immortal longings in me; now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip.
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come;
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies.
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost foil?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishes!, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I
may say,
The gods themselves do weep.
Cleo. This proves me base:
If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou
mortal wretch,
[To the asp, which she applies to her breast.
Bl With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and dispatch. O! couldst thou
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass
Char. O eastern star!
Cleo. Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
Char. O, break! O, break!
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gen-
O Antony!—Nay, I will take thee too.
[Applying another asp to her arm.
What should I stay— [Dies.
Char. In this vile world? So, fare thee
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in.
First Guard. Where is the queen?
Char. Speak softly, wake her not.
First Guard. Cæsar hath sent—
Char. Too slow a messenger.
[Applies an asp.
O! come apace, dispatch; I partly feel thee.
First Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well;
Cæsar's beguil'd.
Sec. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from
Cæsar; call him.
First Guard. What work is here! Charmian,
is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah! soldier. [Dies.

Dol. How goes it here?
Sec. Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this; thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
[Within, 'A way there!—a way for Cæsar!'

Re-enter CÆSAR and all his Train.
Dol. O! sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Cæs. Bravest at the last,
She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.
Dol. Who was last with them?
First Guard. A simple countryman that
brought her figs:
This was his basket.
Cæs. Poison'd then.
First Guard. O Cæsar!
This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.
Cæs. O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison 'twould appear
By external swelling; but she looks like steep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.
Dol. Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown;
The like is on her arm.
First Guard, This is an aspic's trail; and
these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Cæs. Most probable
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monument.
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
No less in pity than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall,
In solemn show, attend this funeral,
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt.
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