Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life: Tis paltry to be Cæsar: 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 Cæsars.
Enter Proculeius.
Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt, And bids thee study on what faire demands Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee.
Cleo. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. 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 Queece 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.
Pro. Be of good cheere: Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing, Make your full reference freely to my Lord, Who is so full of Grace, that it flowes ouer On all that neede. Let me report to him Your sweet dependancie, and you shall finde A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse, Where he for grace is kneel'd too.
Cleo. 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.
Pro. This Ile report (deere Lady) Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied Of him that caus'd it.
Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd: Guard her till Cæsar come.
Iras. Royall Queene.
Char. Oh Cleopatra, thon art taken Queene.
Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands.
Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold: Doe not your selfe such wrong, who are in this Releeu'd, but not betraid.
Cleo. 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.
Cleo. Where art thou Death? Come hither come; Come, come, and take a Queene Worth many Babes and Beggers.
Pro. Oh temperance Lady.
Cleo. 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 Cæsar 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.
Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further then you shall Finde cause in Cæsar.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Proculeius, What thou hast done, thy Master Cæsar knowes, And he hath sent for thee: for the Queene, Ile take her to my Guard.
Pro. So Dolabella, It shall content me best: Be gentle to her, To Cæsar I will speake, what you shall please, Exit ProculeiusIf you'l imploy me to him.
Cleo. Say, I would dye.
Dol. Most Noble Empresse, you haue heard of me.
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly you know me.
Cleo. 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.
Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony. Oh such another sleepe, that I might see But such another man.
Dol. If it might please ye.
Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein stucke A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted The little o'th'earth.
Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature.
Cleo. 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 in'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.
Dol. Cleopatra.
Cleo. Thinke you there was, or might be such a man As this I dreampt of?
Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
Cleo. 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.
Dol. Heare me, good Madam: Your losse is as your selfe, great; and you beare it As answering to the waight, would I might neuer Ore-take pursu'de successe: But I do feele By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites My very heart at roote.
Cleo. I thanke you sir: Know you what Cæsar meanes 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.
Cleo. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph.
Dol. Flourish.Madam he will, I know't.
Enter Proculeius, Cæsar, Gallus, Mecenas, and others of his Traine.
All. Make way there Cæsar.
Cæs. Which is the Queene of Egypt.
Dol. Cleo. kneeles.It is the Emperor Madam.
Cæsar. Arise, you shall not kneele: I pray you rise, rise Egypt.
Cleo. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus, My Master and my Lord I must obey,
Cæsar. 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.
Cleo. 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.
Cæsar. Cleopatra know, We will extenuate rather then inforce: If you apply your selfe to our intents, Which towards you are most gentle, you shall finde A benefit in this change: but if you seeke To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking Anthonies course, you shall bereaue your selfe Of my good purposes, and put your children To that destruction which Ile guard them from, If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue.
Cleo. 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.
Cæsar. You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. 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.
Cleo. This is my Treasurer, let him speake (my Lord) Vpon his perill, that I haue reseru'd To my selfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus.
Seleu. Madam, I had rather seele my lippes, Then to my perill speake that which is not.
Cleo. What haue I kept backe.
Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known
Cæsar. Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approue Your Wisedome in the deede.
Cleo. See Cæsar: 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, yu shalt Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-lesse, Villain, Dog. O rarely base!
Cæsar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar, 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 (good Cæsar) 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.
Cæsar. Forbeare Seleucus.
Cleo. 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.
Cæsar. Cleopatra, Not what you haue reseru'd, nor what acknowledg'd Put we i'th'Roll of Conquest: still bee't yours, Bestow it at your pleasure, and beleeue Cæsars no Merchant, to make prize with you Of things that Merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd, Make not your thoughts your prisons: No deere Queen, For we intend so to dispose you, as Your selfe shall giue vs counsell: Feede, and sleepe: Our care and pitty is so much vpon you, That we remaine your Friend, and so adieu.
Cleo. My Master, and my Lord.
Cæsar. Flourish.Not so: Adieu. Exeunt Cæsar, and his Traine.
Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me, That I should not be Noble to my selfe. But hearke thee Charmian.
Iras. Finish good Lady, the bright day is done, And we are for the darke.
Cleo. Hye th e againe, I haue spoke already, and it is prouided, Go put it to the haste.
Char. Madam, I will.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Where's the Queene?
Char. Behold sir.
Cleo. Dolabella.
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworne, by your command (Which my loue makes Religion to obey) I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria Intends his iourney, and within three dayes, You with your Children will he send before, Make your best vse of this. I haue perform'd Your pleasure, and my promise.
Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remaine your debter.
Dol. I your Seruant: ExitAdieu good Queene, I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. 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.
Iras. The Gods forbid.
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain 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.
Iras. O the good Gods!
Cleo. Nay that's certaine.
Iras. Ile neuer see't? for I am sure mine Nailes Are stronger then mine eyes.
Cleo. 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 (Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,) 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.
Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow, That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence, He brings you Figges.
Cleo. Exit Guardsman.Let him come in. 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.
Guards. This is the man.
Cleo. Exit Guardsman.Auoid, and leaue him. 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.
Cleo. Remember'st thou any that haue dyed on'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.
Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell.
Clow. I wish you all ioy of the Worme.
Cleo. Farewell.
Clow. You must thinke this (looke you,) that the Worme will do his kinde.
Cleo. I, I, farewell.
Clow. Looke you, the Worme is not to bee trusted, but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is no goodnesse in the Worme.
Cleo. Take thou no care, it shall be heeded.
Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. 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.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell.
Clow. ExitYes forsooth: I wish you ioy o'th'worm.
Cleo. 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 Cæsar, 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.
Char. Dissolue thicke clowd, & Raine, that I may say The Gods themselues do weepe.
Cleo. 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 Cæsar Asse, vnpolicied.
Char. Oh Easterne Starre.
Cleo. Peace, peace: Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast, That suckes the Nurse asleepe.
Char. O breake! O breake!
Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle. O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too. Dyes.What should I stay———
Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well: Now boast thee Death, in thy possession lyes A Lasse vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze, And golden Phœbus, neuer be beheld Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away, Ile mend it, and then play———
Enter the Guard rustling in, and Dolabella.
1. Guard. Where's the Queene?
Char. Speake softly, wake her not.
1 Cæsar hath sent
Char. Too slow a Messenger. Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee.
1 Approach hoa, All's not well: Cæsar's beguild.
2 There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar: call him.
1 What worke is heere Charmian? Is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princesse Descended of so many Royall Kings. Charmian dyes.Ah Souldier.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. How goes it heere?
2. Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou So sought'st to hinder.
Enter Cæsar and all his Traine, marching.
All. A way there, a way for Cæsar.
Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer: That you did feare, is done.
Cæsar. Brauest at the last, She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths, I do not see them bleede.
Dol. Who was last with them?
1. Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs: This was his Basket.
Cæsar. Poyson'd then.
1. Guard. Oh Cæsar: This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake: I found her trimming vp the Diadem; On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood, And on the sodaine dropt.
Cæsar. Oh Noble weakenesse: If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe, As she would catch another Anthony In her strong toyle of Grace.
Dol. Heere on her brest, There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne, The like is on her Arme.
1. Guard. This is an Aspickes traile, And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such As th'Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle.
Cæsar. Most probable That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed, And beare her Women from the Monument, She shall be buried by her Anthony. No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it A payre so famous: high euents as these Strike those that make them: and their Story is No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall In solemne shew, attend this Funerall, And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see Exeunt omnesHigh Order, in this great Solmemnity.
