ACT 1
Scene 1
...a gypsy’s lust.
Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her.
...not to us.
Antony and Cleopatra exit with the Train.
Scene 2
...Rest you happy!
Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Soothsayer, Rannius, Lucillius, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, Alexas, and Servants.
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where’s the
soothsayer that you praised so to th’ Queen? O, that
I knew this husband which you say must charge
his horns with garlands!
...Soothsayer! Your will?
Is this the man?—Is ’t you, sir, that know things?
...health to drink.
giving her hand to the Soothsayer
Good sir,
give me good fortune.
...not, but foresee.
Pray then, foresee me one.
...than you are.
He means in flesh.
...you are old.
Wrinkles forbid!
...prescience. Be attentive.
Hush.
...beloving than beloved.
I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
...Nay, hear him.
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.
...whom you serve.
O, excellent! I love long life better than figs.
...is to approach.
Then belike my children shall have no
names. Prithee, how many boys and wenches must
I have?
...wish, a million.
Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
...to your wishes.
to Soothsayer
Nay, come. Tell Iras hers.
...if nothing else.
E’en as the o’erflowing Nilus presageth
famine.
...you cannot soothsay.
Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication,
I cannot scratch mine ear.—Prithee
tell her but a workaday fortune.
...better than she?
Well, if you were but an inch of fortune
better than I, where would you choose it?
...my husband’s nose.
Our worser thoughts heavens mend. Alexas—
come, his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a
woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, and
let her die, too, and give him a worse, and let worse
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing
to his grave, fiftyfold a cuckold. Good Isis, hear me
this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more
weight, good Isis, I beseech thee!
...fortune him accordingly.
Amen.
...here comes Antony.
Not he. The Queen.
...he not here?
No, madam.
...Go with us.
All but Antony and the Messenger exit.
Scene 3
...shall do ’t.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
...Where is he?
I did not see him since.
...Quick, and return.
Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
...I do not?
In each thing give him way; cross him in nothing.
...to lose him.
Tempt him not so too far. I wish, forbear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Enter Antony.
But here comes Antony.
...with thee. Away!
They exit.
Scene 5
...for my bond.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
... Charmian!
Madam?
...to drink mandragora.
Why, madam?
...Antony is away.
You think of him too much.
...O, ’tis treason!
Madam, I trust not so.
...love Caesar so?
O, that brave Caesar!
...“the brave Antony.”
The valiant Caesar!
...man of men.
By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
...I’ll unpeople Egypt.
They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 5
...good success. Farewell.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
...trade in love.
The music, ho!
...billiards. Come, Charmian.
My arm is sore. Best play with Mardian.
...“Aha! You’re caught.”
’Twas merry when
You wagered on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
...made no fault.
Good madam, keep yourself within yourself.
The man is innocent.
...bite him. Call!
He is afeard to come.
...undone by ’em!
Good your Highness, patience.
...have dispraised Caesar.
Many times, madam.
...to my chamber.
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 3
...Octavia. Farewell.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
...like her long.
Like her? O Isis, ’tis impossible!
...have no observance.
Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.
...has good judgment.
Excellent.
...letters are prepared.
A proper man.
...no such thing.
Nothing, madam.
...and should know.
Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!
...be well enough.
I warrant you, madam.
They exit.
Scene 11
...Antony sits down.
Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian, Iras, and Eros.
...most dear queen.
Do! Why, what else?
...fie, fie, fie!
Madam.
...she offers blows.
They exit.
Scene 13
...Caesar, I shall.
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
...his pestilent scythe.
All but Enobarbus exit.
ACT 4
Scene 2
...waste. Poor Antony.
Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, with others.
...And drown consideration.
They exit.
Scene 4
...Content. ’Tis strange.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with Charmian, and others.
...you to ’t.—Adieu.
Please you retire to your chamber?
...now—. Well, on.
They exit.
Scene 13
...for ’t.—Eros, ho!
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
...never so embossed.
To th’ monument!
There lock yourself and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
...th’ monument!
They exit.
Scene 15
...thanks for all.
Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras.
...go from hence.
Be comforted, dear madam.
...Assist, good friends.
They begin lifting him.
...come, come, come!
They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra.
...out.She kisses him.
A heavy sight!
...the visiting moon.
O, quietness, lady!
...too, our sovereign.
Lady!
... Madam!
O madam, madam, madam!
...Egypt! Empress!Cleopatra stirs.
Peace, peace, Iras!
...the briefest end.
They exit, bearing off Antony’s body.
ACT 5
Scene 2
...show in this.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras.
... Royal queen!
O, Cleopatra, thou art taken, queen!
...hark thee, Charmian.
She whispers to Charmian.
...to the haste.
Madam, I will.
...Where’s the Queen?
Behold, sir.
She exits.
...most absurd intents.
Enter Charmian.
...moist this lip.
Charmian and Iras begin to dress her.
...Charmian.—Iras, long farewell.
She kisses them. Iras falls and dies.
...not worth leave-taking.
Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say
The gods themselves do weep!
...Caesar ass Unpolicied!
O eastern star!
...the nurse asleep?
O, break! O, break!
...should I stay—Dies.
In this wild world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, Death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparalleled. Downy windows, close, She closes Cleopatra’s eyes.
And golden Phoebus, never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal. Your crown’s awry.
I’ll mend it, and then play—
...Where’s the Queen?
Speak softly. Wake her not.
...Caesar hath sent—
Too slow a messenger. She takes out an asp.
O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
...this well done?
It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier!
Charmian dies.
...this great solemnity.
They all exit, the Guards bearing the dead bodies.