Antony and Cleopatra (1921) Yale/Text/Act V
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Alexandria. Cæsar's Camp]
Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
The pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit.]
Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony.
Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that dar'st 4
Appear thus to us?
Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd; whilst he stood up and spoke
He was my master, and I wore my life 8
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cæsar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.
Cæs. What is 't thou sayst? 12
Der. I say, O Cæsar, Antony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack; the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets, 16
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.
Der. He is dead, Cæsar;
Not by a public minister of justice, 20
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart. This is his sword; 24
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.
Cæs. Look you sad, friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.
Agr. And strange it is, 28
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
Mæc. His taints and honours
Wag'd equal with him.
Agr. A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us 32
Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd.
Mæc. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
Cæs. O Antony!
I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance 36
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world. But yet let me lament, 40
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war, 44
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,— 48
Enter an Egyptian.
But I will tell you at some meeter season:
The business of this man looks out of him;
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
Egyp. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, 52
Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction,
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forc'd to.
Cæs. Bid her have good heart; 56
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her; for Cæsar cannot live
To be ungentle.
Egyp. So the gods preserve thee! 60
Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame; give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require,
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke 64
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph. Go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.
Pro. Cæsar, I shall. 68
Cæs. Gallus, go you along. [Exit Gallus.]
Where's Dolabella,
To second Proculeius?
| Agr. | Dolabella! | ||
| Mæc. |
Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready. 72
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings. Go with me, and see 76
What I can show in this. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[The Monument]
Enter [aloft,] Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
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 4
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. 8
Enter [below,] Proculeius [Gallus, and Soldiers].
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;
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 12
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 him, 16
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 20
Will kneel to him with thanks.
Pro. Be of good cheer;
You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing.
Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over 24
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 28
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: 32
Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
Of him that caus'd it.
Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd.
[Proculeius and two of the Guard ascend the monument by a ladder, and come behind Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates, discovering the lower room of the monument.]
[To Proculeius and the Guard.] Guard her till Cæsar come. 36
Iras. Royal queen!
Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen.
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.
Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold!
[Seizes and disarms her.]
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this 40
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 44
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 queen
Worth many babes and beggars!
Pro. O! temperance, lady. 48
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither. This mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I 52
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 56
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark nak'd, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make 60
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.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Proculeius, 64
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. 68
[To Cleopatra.] To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
Cleo. Say, I would die.
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly you know me. 72
Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
Is 't not your trick?
Dol. I understand not, madam.
Cleo. I dreamt there was an Emperor Antony: 76
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 stuck
A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted 80
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; 84
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't, an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping; his delights 88
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 islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Dol. Cleopatra,— 92
Cleo. Think you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dreamt of?
Dol. Gentle madam, no.
Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such, 96
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. 100
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites 104
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 knew.
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,—
Dol. Though he be honourable,— 108
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph?
Dol. Madam, he will; I know 't. Flourish.
[Within] 'Make way there!—Cæsar!'
Enter Proculeius, Cæsar, Gallus, Mæcenas and Others of his Train.
Cæs. Which is the Queen of Egypt?
Dol. It is the emperor, madam. 112
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; 116
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 120
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: 124
If you apply yourself to our intents,—
Which towards you are most gentle,—you shall find
A benefit in this change; but if you seek
To lay on me a cruelty, by taking 128
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. 132
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 lord.
Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. 136
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. 140
Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord,
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam, 144
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 known.
Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve 148
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 mine.
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does 152
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 eyes,
Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog! 156
O rarely base!
Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar! what a wounding shame is this,
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness 160
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, 164
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 me
Beneath the fall I have. [To Seleucus.] Prithee, go hence;
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits 172
Through the ashes of my chance. Wert thou a man,
Thou wouldst have mercy on me.
Cæs. Forbear, Seleucus.
Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought
For things that others do; and, when we fall, 176
We answer others' merits in our name,
Are therefore to be pitied.
Cæs. Cleopatra,
Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd,
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be 't yours, 180
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen; 184
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. 188
Cleo. My master, and my lord!
Cæs. Not so. Adieu.
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, 192
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.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Where is the queen?
Char. Behold, sir. [Exit.]
Cleo. Dolabella! 196
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days 200
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. 204
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. Exit [Dolabella].
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I; mechanic slaves 208
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! 212
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets, and scald rimers
Ballad us out o' tune; the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present 216
Our Alexandrian revels. Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.
Iras. O, the good gods! 220
Cleo. Nay, that's certain.
Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
Cleo. Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer 224
Their most absurd intents.
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. 228
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 within.
Wherefore's this noise?
Enter a Guardsman.
Guard. Here is a rural fellow 232
That will not be denied your highness' presence:
He brings you figs.
Cleo. Let him come in. Exit Guardsman. What poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. 236
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.
Enter Guardsman and Clown [bringing in a basket].
Guard. This is the man. 240
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guardsman.]
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
Clo. Truly, I have him; but I would not 244
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 on 't? 248
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 252
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 256
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. 260
Cleo. Farewell.
Clo. You must think this, look you, that the
worm will do his kind.
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. 264
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. 268
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 272
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 276
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 280
worm. Exit.
[Enter Iras, with a robe, crown, &c.]
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me; now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. 284
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 288
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? 292
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 fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part, 296
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking. 300
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 304
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,
[To the asp, which she applies to her breast.]
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and dispatch. O! couldst thou speak, 308
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass
Unpolicied.
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! 312
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,—
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 well. 316
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phœbus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; 320
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. 324
First Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well; Cæsar's beguil'd.
Sec. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
First Guard. What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess 328
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah! soldier. Charmian dies.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. How goes it here?
Sec. Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this; thyself art coming 332
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
[Within,] 'A way there!—a way for Cæsar!'
Enter Cæsar and all his Train marching.
Dol. O! sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Cæs. Bravest at the last, 336
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: 340
This was his basket.
Cæs. Poison'd then.
First Guard. O Cæsar!
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, 344
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 sleep,
As she would catch another Antony 348
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 352
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 356
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 360
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, 364
In solemn show, attend this funeral,
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity. Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
Footnotes to Act V
Scene One
2, 3 Being so frustrate . . . makes; cf. n.
16 civil: orderly
19 moiety: half
43 top of all design: in all high ambitions
63 passion: feelings, state of mind
Scene Two
6–8 Which shackles accidents . . . Cæsar's; cf. n.
23 Make . . . reference: refer the whole matter
27, 28 A conqueror . . . kneel'd to; cf. n.
56 varletry: rabble
85 quail: overpower
88–90 his delights . . . in; cf. n.
92 plates: pieces of money
97–99 nature wants stuff . . . fancy; cf. n.
120 project: exhibit
134 scutcheons: shields of armorial bearings
139 Not petty things admitted: except for trifles
162 Parcel the sum: sum up
164 lady: feminine
165 Immoment toys: trifles of no importance
166 modern: ordinary
168 Livia; cf. n.
169 unfolded: betrayed
170 With: by
173 chance: fortune
176–178 and, when we fall . . . pitied; cf. n.
182 prize: appraisement
190 words: flatters; cf. n.
213 lictors: officials attendant on Roman magistrates
214 scald: mean
218, 219 and I shall see . . . greatness; cf. n.
220 posture: behavior
241 Avoid: withdraw
257 fallible: mistake for 'infallible'
263 do his kind: act according to his nature
295 aspic: asp
306 intrinsicate: intricate
332 effects: fulfilment
337 levell'd: guessed
349 toil: net
350 vent: effusion
blown: swollen
356 conclusions: experiments
360 clip: enfold