If it be Loue indeed , tell me how much Nay heare them Anthony . Fuluia perchance is angry : Or who knowes , If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent His powrefull Mandate to you . Do this , or this ; Take in that Kingdome , and Infranchise that : Perform't , or else we damne thee Excellent falshood : Why did he marry Fuluia , and not loue her ? Ile seeme the Foole I am not . Anthony will be himselfe Saue you , my Lord Was he not heere ? Char . No Madam He was dispos 'd to mirth , but on the sodaine A Romane thought hath strooke him . Enobarbus ? Enob . Madam Seeke him , and bring him hither : wher 's Alexias ? Alex . Heere at your seruice . My Lord approaches . Enter Anthony , with a Messenger . We will not looke vpon him : Go with vs . Where is he ? Char . I did not see him since See where he is , Whose with him , what he does : I did not send you . If you finde him sad , Say I am dauncing : if in Myrth , report That I am sodaine sicke . Quicke , and returne What should I do , I do not ? Ch . In each thing giue him way , crosse him in nothing Thou teachest like a foole : the way to lose him I am sicke , and sullen Helpe me away deere Charmian , I shall fall , It cannot be thus long , the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Pray you stand farther from mee Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed : yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Why should I thinke you can be mine , & true , Who haue beene false to Fuluia ? Riotous madnesse , To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes , Which breake themselues in swearing Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going , But bid farewell , and goe : When you sued staying , Then was the time for words : No going then , Eternity was in our Lippes , and Eyes , Blisse in our browes bent : none our parts so poore , But was a race of Heauen . They are so still , Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world , Art turn 'd the greatest Lyar Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse . Can Fuluia dye ? Ant . She 's dead my Queene . Looke heere , and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak 'd : at the last , best , See when , and where shee died O most false Loue ! Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water ? Now I see , I see , In Fuluias death , how mine receiu 'd shall be Cut my Lace , Charmian come , But let it be , I am quickly ill , and well , So Anthony loues So Fuluia told me . I prythee turne aside , and weepe for her , Then bid adiew to me , and say the teares Belong to Egypt . Good now , play one Scene Of excellent dissembling , and let it looke Like perfect Honor And Target . Still he mends . But this is not the best . Looke prythee Charmian , How this Herculean Roman do 's become The carriage of his chafe Courteous Lord , one word : Sir , you and I must part , but that 's not it : Sir , you and I haue lou 'd , but there 's not it : That you know well , something it is I would : Oh , my Obliuion is a very Anthony , And I am all forgotten ‘ Tis sweating Labour , To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this . But Sir , forgiue me , Since my becommings kill me , when they do not Eye well to you . Your Honor calles you hence , Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly , And all the Gods go with you . Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory , and smooth successe Be strew 'd before your feete Charmian Ha , ha , giue me to drinke Mandragora O ‘ tis Treason Thou , Eunuch Mardian ? Mar . What 's your Highnesse pleasure ? Cleo . Not now to heare thee sing . I take no pleasure In ought an Eunuch ha 's : Tis well for thee , That being vnseminar 'd , thy freer thoughts May not flye forth of Egypt . Hast thou Affections ? Mar . Yes gracious Madam Indeed ? Mar . Not in deed Madam , for I can do nothing But what in deede is honest to be done : Yet haue I fierce Affections , and thinke What Venus did with Mars Oh Charmion : Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he , or sits he ? Or does he walke ? Or is he on his Horse ? Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony ! Do brauely Horse , for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st , The demy Atlas of this Earth , the Arme And Burganet of men . Hee 's speaking now , Or murmuring , where 's my Serpent of old Nyle , Now I feede my selfe With most delicious poyson . Thinke on me That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke , And wrinkled deepe in time . Broad-fronted Caesar , When thou was't heere aboue the ground , I was A morsell for a Monarke : and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow , There would he anchor his Aspect , and dye With looking on his life . Enter Alexas from Caesar . How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony ? Yet comming from him , that great Med'cine hath With his Tinct gilded thee . How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie ? Alex . Last thing he did He kist the last of many doubled kisses This Orient Pearle . His speech stickes in my heart Mine eare must plucke it thence What was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o'th ’ yeare , between y extremes Of hot and cold , he was nor sad nor merrie Oh well diuided disposition : Note him , Note him good Charmian , ‘ tis the man ; but note him . He was not sad , for he would shine on those That make their lookes by his . He was not merrie , Which seem 'd to tell them , his remembrance lay In Egypt with his ioy , but betweene both . Oh heauenly mingle ! Bee'st thou sad , or merrie , The violence of either thee becomes , So do 's it no mans else . Met'st thou my Posts ? Alex . I Madam , twenty seuerall Messengers . Why do you send so thicke ? Cleo . Who 's borne that day , when I forget to send to Anthonie , shall dye a Begger . Inke and paper Charmian . Welcome my good Alexas . Did I Charmian , euer loue Caesar so ? Char . Oh that braue Caesar ! Cleo . Be choak 'd with such another Emphasis , Say the braue Anthony By Isis , I will giue thee bloody teeth , If thou with Caesar Paragon againe : My man of men My Sallad dayes , When I was greene in iudgement , cold in blood , To say , as I saide then . But come , away , Get me Inke and Paper , he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting , or Ile vnpeople Egypt . Giue me some Musicke : Musicke , moody foode of vs that trade in Loue Let it alone , let 's to Billiards : come Charmian And when good will is shewed , Though't come to short The Actor may pleade pardon . Ile none now , Giue me mine Angle , weele to'th ’ Riuer there My Musicke playing farre off . I will betray Tawny fine fishes , my bended hooke shall pierce Their slimy iawes : and as I draw them vp , Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony , And say , ah ha ; y'are caught That time ? Oh times : I laught him out of patience : and that night I laught him into patience , and next morne , Ere the ninth houre , I drunke him to his bed : Then put my Tires and Mantles on him , whilst I wore his Sword Phillippan . Oh from Italie , Enter a Messenger . Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares , That long time haue bin barren Anthonyo 's dead . If thou say so Villaine , thou kil'st thy Mistris : But well and free , if thou so yeild him . There is Gold , and heere My blewest vaines to kisse : a hand that Kings Haue lipt , and trembled kissing Why there 's more Gold . But sirrah marke , we vse To say , the dead are well : bring it to that , The Gold I giue thee , will I melt and powr Downe thy ill vttering throate Well , go too I will : But there 's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony Be free and healthfull ; so tart a fauour To trumpet such good tidings . If not well , Thou shouldst come like a Furie crown 'd with Snakes , Not like a formall man Well said Th'art an honest man Make thee a Fortune from me I do not like but yet , it does alay The good precedence , fie vpon but yet , But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth Some monstrous Malefactor . Prythee Friend , Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare , The good and bad together : he 's friends with Caesar , In state of health thou saist , and thou saist , free For what good turne ? Mes . For the best turne i'th ’ bed I am pale Charmian The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee . Strikes him downe . What say you ? Strikes him . Hence horrible Villaine , or Ile spurne thine eyes Like balls before me : Ile vnhaire thy head , She hales him vp and downe . Thou shalt be whipt with Wyer , and stew 'd in brine , Smarting in lingring pickle Say ‘ tis not so , a Prouince I will giue thee , And make thy Fortunes proud : the blow thou had'st Shall make thy peace , for mouing me to rage , And I will boot thee with what guift beside Thy modestie can begge Rogue , thou hast liu 'd too long . Draw a knife . Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt : Melt Egypt into Nyle : and kindly creatures Turne all to Serpents . Call the slaue againe , Though I am mad , I will not byte him : Call ? Char . He is afeard to come I will not hurt him , These hands do lacke Nobility , that they strike A meaner then my selfe : since I my selfe Haue giuen my selfe the cause . Come hither Sir . Enter the Messenger againe . Though it be honest , it is neuer good To bring bad newes : giue to a gratious Message An host of tongues , but let ill tydings tell Themselues , when they be felt Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser then I do , If thou againe say yes The Gods confound thee , Dost thou hold there still ? Mes . Should I lye Madame ? Cleo . Oh , I would thou didst : So halfe my Egypt were submerg 'd and made A Cesterne for scal 'd Snakes . Go get thee hence , Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me , Thou would'st appeere most vgly : He is married ? Mes . I craue your Highnesse pardon He is married ? Mes . Take no offence , that I would not offend you , To punnish me for what you make me do Seemes much vnequall , he 's married to Octauia Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee , That art not what th'art sure of . Get thee hence , The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too deere for me : Lye they vpon thy hand , and be vndone by em In praysing Anthony , I haue disprais 'd Caesar I am paid for't now : lead me from hence , I faint , oh Iras , Charmian : ‘ tis no matter . Go to the Fellow , good Alexas bid him Report the feature of Octauia : her yeares , Her inclination , let him not leaue out The colour of her haire . Bring me word quickly , Let him for euer go , let him not Charmian , Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon , The other wayes a Mars . Bid you Alexas Bring me word , how tall she is : pitty me Charmian , But do not speake to me . Lead me to my Chamber . Where is the Fellow ? Alex . Halfe afeard to come Go too , go too : Come hither Sir . Enter the Messenger as before . That Herods head , Ile haue : but how ? When Anthony is gone , through whom I might commaund it : Come thou neere Did'st thou behold Octauia ? Mes . I dread Queene Where ? Mes . Madam in Rome , I lookt her in the face : and saw her led betweene her Brother , and Marke Anthony Is she as tall as me ? Mes . She is not Madam Didst heare her speake ? Is she shrill tongu 'd or low ? Mes . Madam , I heard her speake , she is low voic 'd That 's not so good : he cannot like her long I thinke so Charmian : dull of tongue , & dwarfish What Maiestie is in her gate , remember If ere thou look'st on Maiestie Is this certaine ? Mes . Or I haue no obseruance He 's very knowing , I do perceiu't , There 's nothing in her yet . The Fellow ha 's good iudgement Guesse at her yeares , I prythee Widdow ? Charmian , hearke For the most part too , they are foolish that are so . Her haire what colour ? Mess . Browne Madam : and her forehead As low as she would wish it There 's Gold for thee , Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill , I will employ thee backe againe : I finde thee Most fit for businesse . Go , make thee ready , Our Letters are prepar 'd Indeed he is so : I repent me much That so I harried him . Why me think 's by him , This Creature 's no such thing The man hath seene some Maiesty , and should know I will be euen with thee , doubt it not If not , denounc 'd against vs , why should not we be there in person What is't you say ? Enob . Your presence needs must puzle Anthony , Take from his heart , take from his Braine , from 's time , What should not then be spar 'd . He is already Traduc 'd for Leuity , and ‘ tis said in Rome , That Photinus an Eunuch , and your Maides Mannage this warre Sinke Rome , and their tongues rot That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th ’ Warre , And as the president of my Kingdome will Appeare there for a man . Speake not against it , I will not stay behinde . Enter Anthony and Camidias . By Sea , what else ? Cam . Why will my Lord , do so ? Ant . For that he dares vs too't I haue sixty Sailes , Caesar none better Ah stand by Well then , sustaine me : Oh Oh my Lord , my Lord , Forgiue my fearfull sayles , I little thought You would haue followed Oh my pardon Pardon , pardon What shall we do , Enobarbus ? Eno . Thinke , and dye Is Anthony , or we in fault for this ? Eno . Anthony onely , that would make his will Lord of his Reason . What though you fled , From that great face of Warre , whose seuerall ranges Frighted each other ? Why should he follow ? The itch of his Affection should not then Haue nickt his Captain-ship , at such a point , When halfe to halfe the world oppos 'd , he being The meered question ? ‘ Twas a shame no lesse Then was his losse , to course your flying Flagges , And leaue his Nauy gazing Prythee peace . Enter the Ambassador , with Anthony . That head my Lord ? Ant . To him againe , tell him he weares the Rose Of youth vpon him : from which , the world should note Something particular : His Coine , Ships , Legions , May be a Cowards , whose Ministers would preuaile Vnder the seruice of a Childe , as soone As i'th ’ Command of Caesar . I dare him therefore To lay his gay Comparisons a-part , And answer me declin 'd , Sword against Sword , Our selues alone : Ile write it : Follow me What no more Ceremony ? See my Women , Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose , That kneel 'd vnto the Buds . Admit him sir Caesars will None but Friends : say boldly Go on , right Royall Oh He is a God , And knowes what is most right . Mine Honour Was not yeelded , but conquer 'd meerely What 's your name ? Thid . My name is Thidias Most kinde Messenger , Say to great Caesar this in disputation , I kisse his conqu'ring hand : Tell him , I am prompt To lay my Crowne at 's feete , and there to kneele . Tell him , from his all-obeying breath , I heare The doome of Egypt Your Caesars Father oft , Bestow 'd his lips on that vnworthy place , As it rain 'd kisses . Enter Anthony and Enobarbus . Oh , is't come to this ? Ant . I found you as a Morsell , cold vpon Dead Caesars Trencher : Nay , you were a Fragment Of Gneius Pompeyes , besides what hotter houres Vnregistred in vulgar Fame , you haue Luxuriously pickt out . For I am sure , Though you can guesse what Temperance should be , You know not what it is Wherefore is this ? Ant . To let a Fellow that will take rewards , And say , God quit you , be familiar with My play-fellow , your hand ; this Kingly Seale , And plighter of high hearts . O that I were Vpon the hill of Basan , to out-roare The horned Heard , for I haue sauage cause , And to proclaime it ciuilly , were like A halter 'd necke , which do 's the Hangman thanke , For being yare about him . Is he whipt ? Enter a Seruant with Thidias . Haue you done yet ? Ant . Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst , And it portends alone the fall of Anthony I must stay his time ? Ant . To flatter Caesar , would you mingle eyes With one that tyes his points Not know me yet ? Ant . Cold-hearted toward me ? Cleo . Ah if I be so , From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile , And poyson it in the sourse , and the first stone Drop in my necke : as it determines so Dissolue my life , the next Caesarian smile , Till by degrees the memory of my wombe , Together with my braue Egyptians all , By the discandering of this pelleted storme , Lye grauelesse , till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle Haue buried them for prey That 's my braue Lord It is my Birth-day , I had thought t'haue held it poore . But since my Lord Is Anthony againe , I will be Cleopatra Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord What meanes this ? Eno . ‘ Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots Out of the minde What does he meane ? Eno . To make his Followers weepe Sleepe a little Nay , Ile helpe too , Anthony . What 's this for ? Ah let be , let be , thou art The Armourer of my heart : False , false : This , this , Sooth-law Ile helpe : Thus it must bee Is not this buckled well ? Ant . Rarely , rarely : He that vnbuckles this , till we do please To daft for our Repose , shall heare a storme . Thou fumblest Eros , and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this , then thou : Dispatch . O Loue , That thou couldst see my Warres to day , and knew'st The Royall Occupation , thou should'st see A Workeman i n't . Enter an Armed Soldier . Good morrow to thee , welcome , Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge : To businesse that we loue , we rise betime , And go too't with delight Lord of Lords . Oh infinite Vertue , comm'st thou smiling from The worlds great snare vncaught Ile giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold : it was a Kings Why is my Lord enrag 'd against his Loue ? Ant . Vanish , or I shall giue thee thy deseruing , And blemish Caesars Triumph . Let him take thee , And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians , Follow his Chariot , like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex . Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues , for Dolts , and let Patient Octauia , plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes . exit Cleopatra . ‘ Tis well th'art gone , If it be well to liue . But better ‘ twere Thou fell'st into my furie , for one death Might haue preuented many . Eros , hoa ! The shirt of Nessus is vpon me , teach me Alcides , thou mine Ancestor , thy rage . Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th ’ Moone , And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club , Subdue my worthiest selfe : The Witch shall die , To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me , and I fall Vnder this plot : She dyes for't . Eros hoa ? Enter . Helpe me my women : Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield , the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost To'th ’ Monument : Mardian , go tell him I haue slaine my selfe : Say , that the last I spoke was Anthony , And word it pitteously . Hence Mardian , And bring me how he takes my death to'th ’ Monument . Oh Charmian , I will neuer go from hence No , I will not : All strange and terrible euents are welcome , But comforts we dispise ; our size of sorrow Proportion 'd to our cause , must be as great As that which makes it . Enter Diomed . How now ? is he dead ? Diom . His death 's vpon him , but not dead . Looke out o'th other side your Monument , His Guard haue brought him thither . Enter Anthony , and the Guard . Oh Sunne , Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in , darkling stand The varrying shore o'th ’ world . O Antony , Antony , Antony Helpe Charmian , helpe Iras helpe : helpe Friends Below , let 's draw him hither So it should be , That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony , But woe ‘ tis so I dare not Deere , Deere my Lord pardon : I dare not , Least I be taken : nor th ’ Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun 'd Caesar , euer shall Be brooch 'd with me , if Knife , Drugges , Serpents haue Edge , sting , or operation . I am safe : Your Wife Octauia , with her modest eyes , And still Conclusion , shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me : but come , come Anthony , Helpe me my women , we must draw thee vp : Assist good Friends Heere 's sport indeede : How heauy weighes my Lord ? Our strength is all gone into heauinesse , That makes the waight . Had I great Iuno 's power , The strong wing 'd Mercury should fetch thee vp , And set thee by Ioues side . Yet come a little , Wishers were euer Fooles . Oh come , come , come , They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra . And welcome , welcome . Dye when thou hast liu 'd , Quicken with kissing : had my lippes that power , Thus would I weare them out No , let me speake , and let me rayle so hye , That the false Huswife Fortune , breake her Wheele , Prouok 'd by my offence They do not go together My Resolution , and my hands , Ile trust , None about Caesar Noblest of men , woo't dye ? Hast thou no care of me , shall I abide In this dull world , which in thy absence is No better then a Stye ? Oh see my women : The Crowne o'th ’ earth doth melt . My Lord ? Oh wither 'd is the Garland of the Warre , The Souldiers pole is falne : young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men : The oddes is gone , And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone No more but in a Woman , and commanded By such poore passion , as the Maid that Milkes , And doe 's the meanest chares . It were for me , To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods , To tell them that this World did equall theyrs , Till they had stolne our Iewell . All 's but naught : Patience is sortish , and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad : Then is it sinne , To rush into the secret house of death , Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women ? What , what good cheere ? Why how now Charmian ? My Noble Gyrles ? Ah Women , women ! Looke Our Lampe is spent , it 's out . Good sirs , take heart , Wee'l bury him : And then , what 's braue , what 's Noble , Let 's doo't after the high Roman fashion , And make death proud to take vs. Come , away , This case of that huge Spirit now is cold . Ah Women , Women ! Come , we haue no Friend But Resolution , and the breefest end . My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar : Not being Fortune , hee 's but Fortunes knaue , A minister of her will : and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds , Which shackles accedents , and bolts vp change ; Which sleepes , and neuer pallates more the dung , The beggers Nurse , and Caesars . Enter Proculeius . What 's thy name ? Pro . My name is Proculeius Anthony Did tell me of you , bad me trust you , but I do not greatly care to be deceiu 'd That haue no vse for trusting . If your Master Would haue a Queene his begger , you must tell him , That Maiesty to keepe decorum , must No lesse begge then a Kingdome : If he please To giue me conquer 'd Egypt for my Sonne , He giues me so much of mine owne , as I Will kneele to him with thankes Pray you tell him , I am his Fortunes Vassall , and I send him The Greatnesse he has got . I hourely learne A Doctrine of Obedience , and would gladly Looke him i'th ’ Face Quicke , quicke , good hands What of death too that rids our dogs of languish Pro . Cleopatra , do not abuse my Masters bounty , by Th ’ vndoing of your selfe : Let the World see His Noblenesse well acted , which your death Will neuer let come forth Where art thou Death ? Come hither come ; Come , come , and take a Queene Worth many Babes and Beggers Sir , I will eate no meate , Ile not drinke sir , If idle talke will once be necessary Ile not sleepe neither . This mortall house Ile ruine , Do Caesar what he can . Know sir , that I Will not waite pinnion 'd at your Masters Court , Nor once be chastic 'd with the sober eye Of dull Octauia . Shall they hoyst me vp , And shew me to the showting Varlotarie Of censuring Rome ? Rather a ditch in Egypt . Be gentle graue vnto me , rather on Nylus mudde Lay me starke-nak 'd , and let the water-Flies Blow me into abhorring ; rather make My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet , And hang me vp in Chaines Say , I would dye I cannot tell No matter sir , what I haue heard or knowne : You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames , Is't not your tricke ? Dol . I vnderstand not , Madam I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony . Oh such another sleepe , that I might see But such another man His face was as the Heau'ns , and therein stucke A Sunne and Moone , which kept their course , & lighted The little o'th ’ earth His legges bestrid the Ocean , his rear 'd arme Crested the world : His voyce was propertied As all the tuned Spheres , and that to Friends : But when he meant to quaile , and shake the Orbe , He was as ratling Thunder . For his Bounty , There was no winter i n't . An Anthony it was , That grew the more by reaping : His delights Were Dolphin-like , they shew 'd his backe aboue The Element they liu 'd in : In his Liuery Walk 'd Crownes and Crownets : Realms & Islands were As plates dropt from his pocket Thinke you there was , or might be such a man As this I dreampt of ? Dol . Gentle Madam , no You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods : But if there be , not euer were one such It 's past the size of dreaming : Nature wants stuffe To vie strange formes with fancie , yet t ’ imagine An Anthony were Natures peece , ‘ gainst Fancie , Condemning shadowes quite I thanke you sir : Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me ? Dol . I am loath to tell you what , I would you knew Nay pray you sir Hee'l leade me then in Triumph kneeles . Sir , the Gods will haue it thus , My Master and my Lord I must obey , Caesar . Take to you no hard thoughts , The Record of what iniuries you did vs , Though written in our flesh , we shall remember As things but done by chance Sole Sir o'th ’ World , I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well To make it cleare , but do confesse I haue Bene laden with like frailties , which before Haue often sham 'd our Sex And may through all the world : tis yours , & we your Scutcheons , and your signes of Conquest shall Hang in what place you please . Here my good Lord This is the breefe : of Money , Plate , & Iewels I am possest of , ‘ tis exactly valewed , Not petty things admitted . Where 's Seleucus ? Seleu . Heere Madam This is my Treasurer , let him speake Vpon his perill , that I haue reseru 'd To my selfe nothing . Speake the truth Seleucus What haue I kept backe See Caesar : Oh behold , How pompe is followed : Mine will now be yours , And should we shift estates , yours would be mine . The ingratitude of this Seleucus , does Euen make me wilde . Oh Slaue , of no more trust Then loue that 's hyr 'd ? What goest thou backe , y shalt Go backe I warrant thee : but Ile catch thine eyes Though they had wings . Slaue , Soule-lesse , Villain , Dog . O rarely base ! Caesar . Good Queene , let vs intreat you O Caesar , what a wounding shame is this , That thou vouchsafing heere to visit me , Doing the Honour of thy Lordlinesse To one so meeke , that mine owne Seruant should Parcell the summe of my disgraces , by Addition of his Enuy . Say That I some Lady trifles haue reseru 'd , Immoment toyes , things of such Dignitie As we greet moderne Friends withall , and say Some Nobler token I haue kept apart For Liuia and Octauia , to induce Their mediation , must I be vnfolded With one that I haue bred : The Gods ! it smites me Beneath the fall I haue . Prythee go hence , Or I shall shew the Cynders of my spirits Through th ’ Ashes of my chance : Wer't thou a man , Thou would'st haue mercy on me Be it known , that we the greatest are mis-thoght For things that others do : and when we fall , We answer others merits , in our name Are therefore to be pittied My Master , and my Lord He words me Gyrles , he words me , That I should not be Noble to my selfe . But hearke thee Charmian Hye thee againe , I haue spoke already , and it is prouided , Go put it to the haste Dolabella Dolabella , I shall remaine your debter Farewell , and thankes . Now Iras , what think'st thou ? Thou , an Egyptian Puppet shall be shewne In Rome aswell as I : Mechanicke Slaues With greazie Aprons , Rules , and Hammers shall Vplift vs to the view . In their thicke breathes , Ranke of grosse dyet , shall we be enclowded , And forc 'd to drinke their vapour Nay , ‘ tis most certaine Iras : sawcie Lictors Will catch at vs like Strumpets , and scald Rimers Ballads vs out a Tune . The quicke Comedians Extemporally will stage vs , and present Our Alexandrian Reuels : Anthony Shall be brought drunken forth , and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra Boy my greatnesse I'th ’ posture of a Whore Why that 's the way to foole their preparation , And to conquer their most absurd intents . Enter Charmian . Now Charmian . Shew me my Women like a Queene : Go fetch My best Attyres . I am againe for Cidrus , To meete Marke Anthony . Sirra Iras , go And when thou hast done this chare , Ile giue thee leaue To play till Doomesday : bring our Crowne , and all . A noise within . Wherefore 's this noise ? Enter a Guardsman . Let him come in . Exit Guardsman . What poore an Instrument May do a Noble deede : he brings me liberty : My Resolution 's plac 'd , and I haue nothing Of woman in me : Now from head to foote I am Marble constant : now the fleeting Moone No Planet is of mine . Enter Guardsman , and Clowne . Auoid , and leaue him . Exit Guardsman . Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there , That killes and paines not ? Clow . Truly I haue him : but I would not be the partie that should desire you to touch him , for his byting is immortall : those that doe dye of it , doe seldome or neuer recouer Remember'st thou any that haue dyed o n't ? Clow . Very many , men and women too . I heard of one of them no longer then yesterday , a very honest woman , but something giuen to lye , as a woman should not do , but in the way of honesty , how she dyed of the byting of it , what paine she felt : Truely , she makes a verie good report o'th ’ worme : but he that wil beleeue all that they say , shall neuer be saued by halfe that they do : but this is most falliable , the Worme 's an odde Worme Get thee hence , farewell Farewell I , I , farewell Take thou no care , it shall be heeded Will it eate me ? Clow . You must not think I am so simple , but I know the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman : I know , that a woman is a dish for the Gods , if the diuell dresse her not . But truly , these same whorson diuels doe the Gods great harme in their women : for in euery tenne that they make , the diuels marre fiue Well , get thee gone , farewell Giue me my Robe , put on my Crowne , I haue Immortall longings in me . Now no more The iuyce of Egypts Grape shall moyst this lip . Yare , yare , good Iras ; quicke : Me thinkes I heare Anthony call : I see him rowse himselfe To praise my Noble Act . I heare him mock The lucke of Caesar , which the Gods giue men To excuse their after wrath . Husband , I come : Now to that name , my Courage proue my Title . I am Fire , and Ayre ; my other Elements I giue to baser life . So , haue you done ? Come then , and take the last warmth of my Lippes . Farewell kinde Charmian , Iras , long farewell . Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes ? Dost fall ? If thou , and Nature can so gently part , The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch , Which hurts , and is desir 'd . Dost thou lye still ? If thus thou vanishest , thou tell'st the world , It is not worth leaue-taking This proues me base : If she first meete the Curled Anthony , Hee'l make demand of her , and spend that kisse Which is my heauen to haue . Come thou mortal wretch , With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate , Of life at once vntye : Poore venomous Foole , Be angry , and dispatch . Oh could'st thou speake , That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse , vnpolicied Peace , peace : Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast , That suckes the Nurse asleepe