THE TEXT REGULATED BY THE FOLIO OF 1632;
WITH READINGS FROM FORMER EDITIONS,
A. HISTORY OF THE STAGE, A LIFE OF
THE POET, AND AN INTRODUCTION
TO EACH PLAY
TO WHICH ABE ADDED
GLOSSARIAL AND OTHER NOTES, BY KNIGHT, DYCE,
DOUCE, COLLIER, HALLIWELL, HUNTER,
GEORGE LONG DUYCKINCK.
PORTER & COATES,
CONTENTS OF VOL. VIII.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 5
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE .... 202
VENUS AND ADONIS 218
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE 811
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT *33
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM . 446
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
M. ANTONY, )
OCTAVIUS CAESAR, [Triumvirs.
M. ^EMIL. LEPIDUS, )
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, '
Friends of Antony.
MENECRATES, > Friends to Pompey.
TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Csesar.
CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-General to Antony.
SILIUS, an Officer under Ventidius.
EUPHRONIUS, Ambassador from Antony to Caesar.
ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDBS,
Attendants on Cleopatra. A Soothsayer. A
CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.
OCTAVIA, Sister to Caesar, and Wife to Antony.
IR IAN ' } Attendants on Cleopatra.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendant.
SCENE, in several Parts of the Roman Empire.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATKA.
SCENE I. Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA'S
Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.
Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's
Overflows 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 1 all temper,
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipsy'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
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.
Ant. There 's beggary in the love that can be
Cleo. I '11 set a bourn how far to be belov'd,
Ant. Then must thou needs find cut new heaven,
Enter an Attendant.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Ant. Grates me : the .sum.
Ck. Nay, hear them, Antony :
/ulvia, perchance, is angry ; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
10 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT I.
His powerful mardaie to you. " Do this, or this;
Takean, that k^gdoiP) and enfranchise that;
Perferai't, -or ."vise we doom 1 '- tke." .
Ant'. How, my love !
Cleo. Perchance, nay, and most like,
You must not stay here longer ; your dismission ,
Is come from Csesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where 's Fulvia's process ? Caesar's, I would say ?
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 !
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch
Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing
And such a twain can do 't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,*
We stand up peerless.
Cleo. Excellent falsehood !
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?
I '11 seem the fool I am not ; Antony
Will be himself.
Ant. 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 ?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling queen !
Whom every thing becomes, to chide,- to laugh,
To weep ; whose every fashion fitly* strives
To make itself, in thce, fair and admir'd.
No messenger ; but thine, and all alone,
To-night we '11 wander through the streets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen ;
Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us.
\Exeunt ANT. and CLHOP. with their Train
Dem, Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight ?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
idamn: in f. e. 3 Know. 3 fully : in 1.
BC. II. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 1 1
Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. 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. The Same. Another Room.
Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer.
Char. Lord Alexas, most sweet Alexas, most any
thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where '3
the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? !
that I knew this husband, which, you say, must
charge 1 his horns with garlands !
Alex. Soothsayer !
Soot h. Your will ?
Char. Is this the man ? Is 'i you, sir, that know
Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
Alex. Show him your hand.
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.
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov ; d.
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear Mm.
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 firsar. and companion me with my mistress
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
Char. excellent ! I love long life better than i^.
> change : in folios.
12 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT I.
Sooth You have seen, and proved a fairer former
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 fruitful 1 every wish, a million.
Char. Out, fool ! I forgive thee for a witch.
A lex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to
Char. Nay, come ; tell Iras hers.
Alex. We '11 know all our fortunes.
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
be, drunk to bed.
Iras. There 's a palm presages chastity, if nothing
Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog-
nostication, T cannot scratch mine ear. Pr'ythee, tell
her but a work-day fortune.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how ? but how ? give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune
better than I, where would you choose it ?
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Our wor-eer thoughts heavens mend ! Alexas,
come, his fortune, his fortune. ! 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, fifty-fold a cuckold. Good Isis,
hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of
more weight, good Isis, I beseech thee !
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the
people ; for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a hand-
some man loose- wived, so it is a deadly sorrow, to
behold a foul knave uncuckolded : therefore, dear Isis.
keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly !
fertile : in f. e. ; foretell : ic fo.jo.
SC. XL ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 13
Alex. Lo, now ! if it lay in their hands to make me
a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
they 'd do 't.
Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony.
Char. Not he. the jueen.
Clco. Saw you my lord ?
Eno. No, lady.
Cleo. Was he not here ?
Char. No, madam.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden,
A. Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus !
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where 's
Alex. Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants.
Cleo. We will not look upon him : go with us.
[Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, IRAS,
CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants.
Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, first came into, the field.
Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?
But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Caesar ;
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy
Upon the first encounter drave them.
Ant. Well, what worst ?
Mess. The nature of bad news infests the teller.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. On :
Things, that are past, are done, with mo. 'T is thus;
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.
(This is stiff news) hath with his Parthian force
Extended 1 Asia from Euphrates ;
His conquering banner shook from Syria
To Lydia, and to Ionia ; whilst
Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,
Mess. O. my lord !
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general
14 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT I
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt m> faults
With such full license, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. ! then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lie still ; and our ills told us,
Is as our earing. 1 Fare thee well awhile.
Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit
Ant. From Sicyon now the news? Speak there.
1 Alt. The man from Sicyon ! Is there such an one 1
2 Alt. He stays upon your will.
Ant. Let him appear.
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Enter another Messenger.
Or lose myself in dotage. What are you ?
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Ant. Where died she r
2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Giving a Letter
Ant. Forbear me.
id I d(
There 's a great spirit gone. Thus did I desire it :
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure,
By repetition souring, 8 does become
The opposite of itself : she 's good, being gone ;
The hand would pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now ! 3 Enobarbus !
Eno. What 's your pleasure, sir?
Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. We see
how mortal an unkindness is to them : if they suffer
our departure, death 's the word.
Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die :
it were pity to cast them away for nothing ; though,
between them and a great cause, they should be
esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least
noise of this, dies instantly : I have seen her die twenty
i Ploughing our " quick winds" which dry the soil for the plough.
By revolution lowering : in f. e. 3 Dyce reads : Ho !
SC. H. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 15
times upon far poorer moment. I do think, there is
mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
her. she hath such a celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Eno. Alack, sir! no; her passions are made of
nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot
call her winds and waters, sighs and tears they are
greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report :
this cannot be cunning in her if it be, she makes a
shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Would I had never seen her !
Eno. 0, sir ! you had then left unseen a wonderful
piece of work, which not to have been blessed withal
would have discredited your travel.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Why, sir. give the gods a thankful sacrifice.
When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth :
comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out,
there are members to make new. If there were no
more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented : this grief is crowned with
consolation : your old smock brings forth a new petti-
coat: and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that
should water this sorrow.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
Eno. And the business you have broached here
cannot be without you ; especially that of Cleopatra's,
which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience 1 to the queen,
And get her leave* to part : for not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us, but the letters, too,
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition, us at home. Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
1 Expedition. love : in folio.
16 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT *,
The empire of the sea : our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Till his deserts are past) begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son : who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier ; whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. 1 Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do it. [Exeunt.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who 's with him, what he does :
I did not send you. If you find him sad,
Say, I am dancing ; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick : quick, and return. [Exit ALEX.
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in
Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him.
Char. Tempt him not so too far ; I wish, forbear :
In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall :
It cannot be thus long ; the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.
Ant. Now, my dearest queen,
Cleo. Pray you, stand farther from me.
Ant. What 's the matter?
* An allusion to the ancient belief, that a horse hair laid into
water, turned into a snake.
BC. III. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 17
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there 's some good
What says the married woman ? You may go:
Would, she had never given you leave to come !
Let her not say. 't is 1 that keep you here,
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,
Cleo. O ! never was there queen
So mightily betray'd: yet at the first
1 saw the treasons planted.
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true.
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing !
Ant. Most sweet queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going.
But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words ; no going then :
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes :
Bliss in our brows bent ; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still.
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
Ant. How now, lady !
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches ; thou shouldst know
There were a heart i/i Egypt.
Ant. Hear me. queen.
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services a while, but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome :
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love : the condcmn'd Pompey,
1! irh in his fathers honour, creeps apace
Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
\'\f ii 'he present state, whose numbers threaten j
And quinines.-, iirown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change. My more particular,
Awl that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.
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18 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT I.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me
It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?
Ant. She 's dead, my queen.
Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils 1 she awak'd ; at the last, best,
See, when, and where she died.
Cleo. O, most false love '
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
With sorrowful water ? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear ; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice : by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime. I go from hence ;
Thy soldier, servant ; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come.
But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.
Ant . My precious queen, forbear
And give true credence* to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee. turn aside, and weep for her ;
Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Belong to Egypt : good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling ; and let it look
Like perfect honour.
Ant. You'll heat my blood : no more.
Cleo. You can do better yet, but this is meetly.
Ant Now, by my sword,
Cleo. And target. Still he mends /
But this is not the best. Look, pr'ythee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. I '11 leave you, lady.
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word
Sir, you and I must part, but that 's not it :
Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there 's not it ;
That you know well something it is I would,
O ! my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
i Commotions. ' evidence : in f. a.
SO. IV. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 19
Ant. But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.
Cleo. 'T is sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart,
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me ;
Since iny becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you : your honour calls you hence ;
Therefore, be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you ! upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory, and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet !
Ant. Let us go. Come ;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Away ! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in CESAR'S
Enter OCTAVIUS CJESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants.
CCES. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Csesar's natural vice to hate
Our 1 great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news : he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel : is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy,
More womanly than he : hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsaf d to think he had partners : you shall find
A man, who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
Lep. I must not think, there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness :
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness ; hereditary,
Rather than purchas'd : what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
Cos. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,
To ive a kingdom for a mirth ; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
20 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT I.
With knaves that smell of sweat : say, this becomes him,
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony
No way excuse his foils. 1 when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Fall 3 on him for 't; but, to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours, 't is to be chid
As we rate boys ; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.
Enter a Messenger.
Lep. Here' s more news
Mess. Thy biddings have been done ; and every hour
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
How 't is abroad. Pompey is strong at sea ;
And it appears, he is belov'd of those,
That only have fear'd Caesar : to the fleets 3
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
Cos. I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were :
And the ebb'd man ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love,
Comes lov'd 4 by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to, and back, and lackeying 5 the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them ; which they ear 6 and wound
With keels of every kind : many hot inroads
They make in Italy ; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on 't, and flush youth revolt.
No vessel can peep forth, but 't is as soon
Taken as seen ; for Pompey 's name strikes more,
Than could his war resisted.
Leave thy lascivious wassels. 7 When thou once
1 Malone reads : soils. a Call : in f. e. 3 ports : in f. e. * dear'd .
in f. e. ; fear'd : in folio. * lacking : in folio. Theobald made the
change. * Plough. 7 vassailes : in folio ; some eds. read : vasaels
8C. V. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 21
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer : thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle,
Which beasts would cough at : thy palate then did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge ;
Yea. like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st : on the Alps
Tl is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on ; and all this
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now)
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.
Lep. 'T is pity of him.
Cos. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome. 'T is time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field : and, to that end,
Assemble we 1 immediate council : Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
Lep. To-morrow, Caesar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To front this present time.
GOES. Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell.
Lep. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know mean
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.
Cees. Doubt not, sir ; I knew it for my bond.
SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA. CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN.
Cleo. Charrnian !
Cleo. Ha, ha !
Give me to drink mandragora.
Char. Why, madam ?
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of timev,
My Antony is away.
i roe : in folio, 1023.
22 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ACT f.
Char, You think of him too much.
Cleo. 0, 'tis treason !
Char. Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch. Mardian
Mar. What 's your highness' pleasure ?
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing : I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has. ; T is well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
Mar. Not in deed, madam ; for I can do nothing,
But what in deed is honest to be done ;
Yet have I fierce affections, and think