His vacancy with his voluptuoufnefs,
Full furfeits, and the drynefs of his bones,
Call on him for 't: but to confound fuch time,
That drums him from his fport, and fpeaks as
As his own ftate, and ours-itis to be chid loud
As we rate boys, who, being mature in know-
ledge,
[fure,
Pawn their experience to their prefent plea-
And fo rebel to judgment.

Antony,

Leave thy lafcivious waffels. When thou once
Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou flew'ft
Hirties and Panfa, confuls at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fault'ft againft,
Though daintily brought up, with patience

more

Than favages could fuffer: Thou didst drink
The ftale of horfes, and the gilded puddle
Which beafts would cough at. Thy palate
then did deign

The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge;
lea, like the ftag, when fnow the pasture
fheets,
[Alps,
The barks of trees thou browfedft; on the
tis reported, thou didst eat ftrange flesh,
Which fome did die to look on: and all this
It wounds thine honour that I fpeak it now)
Was borne fo like a foldier, that thy cheek
o much as lank'd not.

Cleopatra on the Abfence of Antony,
O Charmian,
[or fits he?
Where think'ft thou he is now? ftands he?

r does he walk? or is he on his horse?

happy horfe, to bear the weight of Antony! Jobravely hor fe! for wot'ft thou whom thou

mov'ft?

Cle. What, was he fad, or merry?
Ale. Like to the time o' th' year, between.
the extremes

Of hot and cold; he was nor fad or merry.
Cle. O well-divided difpofition!--Note him,
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but
note him,

He was not fad; for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not
merry;
[lay
Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance
In Egypt with his joy: but between both:
heavenly mingle!-Be't thou fad or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;
So does it no man elfe.

The Vanity of human Wishes.
Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall affist
The deeds of jufteft men.

Men. Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.
Pom. Whiles we are fuitors to their throne,
The thing we fue for.
[decays

Men. We, ignorant of ourfelves,
Begoften our own harms, which thewifepow'rs
Deny us for our good? fo find we profit,
By lofing of our prayers.

Pompey's Wish for Antony's Captivity in Pleasure.
Pom. I know they are in Rome together,
Looking for Antony: but all the charms of
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan lip! [love,
Let witchcraft joinwith beauty, luftwith both!
Tieup the libertine in a field of feafts,
Keep his brain fuming: Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloylefs fauce his appetite;
That fleep and feeding may prorogue his ho
[nour,

Even till a Lethe'd dulnefs.

Antony's Soldierfhip.

Is twice the other twain: but let us rear

The higher our opinion, that our flirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
The ne'er luft-wearied Antony.

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of man. He's fpeaking now, Pom.- -Menas, I did not think, Or murmuring. "Where's my ferpent of old This amorous furfeiter would have don'd his or fo he calls me; now I feed my felf [Nile "For fuch a petty war: his foldiership [helm Vith most delicious poifon: think on me That an with Phoebus' amorous pinches black; [Cæfar, and wrinkled deep in time! Broad-fronted When thou waft here above the ground, I was i morfel for a monarch; and great Pompey Vould ftand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;

There would he anchor his afpect, and die
With looking on his life.

Mengers from Lovers, grateful.
How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
t, coming from him, that great medicine
With his tinct gilded thee.
[hath

Antony's Love and Difpofition.
A. Good friend, quoth he,
Say, "the firm Roman to great Egypt fends
This treafure of an oyfter; at whofe foot,
To mend the petty prefent, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms: all the
[ed,
Say thou,thall call her mistress." So he nodd-
Ad fuberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have
Was beatly dumb'd by him.
[fpoke

east,

Antony's ingenuous Acknowledgment.
Ant. The article of my oath-
Caf. To lend me arms and aid, when I re
quired them;

[me up

The which you both denied.
Ant. Neglected, rather;
And then, when poifon'd hours had bound
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I

may,

[ty

I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honef
Shall not make poor my greatnefs, nor my pow'r
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myfelf, the ignorant motive, do
So far afk pardon, as befits mine honour
To stoop in fuch a cafe.

Lep. Tis nobly spoken.
Defcription of Cleopatra's failing down the Cydnu.
The barge the fat in,like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold
Purple the fails, and fo perfumed, that

The

The winds were love-fick with them: th' oars | I laugh'd him into patience and next mork
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whil
I wore his fword Philippan.
Ambition, jealous of a too fuccessful Friend.
Ambition, cilius! Silius!

were filver:
[made
Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and
The water which they beat, to follow fafter,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie [perfon
In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue),
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee
The fancy out-work nature. On each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cu-
pids,
feem
With divers-colour'd fans, whofe wind did
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did
And what they undid, did.
[cool,

Agr. Orare for Antony!

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,
So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes,
And made their bends adornings. At the helm,
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle
Swell with the touches of thofe flow'r-foft
hands

Thatyarely frame the office. From the barge
A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place did fit alone,
Whistling to th' air; which but, for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

Cleopatra's infinite Power in pleafing.
Age cannot wither her, nor cuftom ftale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy [ry,
The appetites they feed; but the makes hung-
Where moft the fatisfies. For vileft things
Become themfelves in her, that the holy
Blefs her when the is riggish. [priefts

The unfettled humour of Lovers.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cleo. Give me fome mufic; mufic, moody
Of us that trade in love.
Omnes. The mufic, ho!

Enter Mardian the Eunuch.

[food

Cleo. Let it alone: let's to billiards: come,
Charmian.

Char. My arm is fore, beft play with Mar-
dian.

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, [me, fir. As with a woman; come-you'll play with, Mar. As well as I can, madam.

Cleo. And when good will is fhew'd, tho' it
come too fhort,

The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:--
Give me mine angle-we'll to the river: there,
My mufic playing far off, I will betray [pierce
Tawny-finn'd fithes; my bended hook fhall
Their flimy jaws; and as, I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say, Ah, ha! you are caught.
Char. 'Twas merry, when

You wager'd on your angling; when your
diver

Did hang a falt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

Cleo. That time!-O times! 1 laugh'd him out of patience

[right and that

I have done enough a lower place, note well,
May make too great an act: for learn this,
Silius,

Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame,when him we ferve's

away.

Octavia's Entrance, what it should have bren
Why have you ftol'n upon us thus? You

come not

Like Cæfar's fifter: the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an ufher, and
The neighs of horfe to tell of her approach,
Long ere the did appear: the trees by th' way
Should have borne men; and expectation
fainted,

Longing for what it had not: nay, the def
Should have afcended to the roof of heaven
Rais'd by our populous troops. But you are

come

The oftentation of our love, which, left us
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevente!

shewn,

Is often left unlov'd; we should have met yo
By fea, and land; fupplying ev'ry stage
With an augmented greeting.
Women.
Women are not
In their best fortunes ftrong; but want wil
The ne'er-touch'd veftal.
[pert

Fortune forms our Judgment.
I fee men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outwed
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To fuffer all alike.

Loyalty.

Mine honefty and I begin to fquare. The loyalty, well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet, he that can endu To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord, Does conquer him that did his mafter conqu And earns a place i' the story.

Wifdom fuperior to Fortune.
Wifdom and fortune, combating togeth
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.

Vicious Perfons infatuated by Heaven.
When we in our vicioufnefs grow hard,
(O mifery on 't!) the wife gods feal our e
In our own filth, drop our clear judgment ›

make us

Amafter taking leave of his Servants.

Tend me to-night;

May be, it is the period of your duty:
Haply, you fhall not fee me more; or if,-
A mangled fhadow. Perchance to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft
friends,

I turn you not away; but, like a master,
Married to your good fervice, ftay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for 't.

Early rifing the way to Eminence.
This morning, like the fpirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony to Cleopatra at his return with Victory.
O, thou day o' th' world, [all,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou,attire and
Thro' proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Loathed Life.

O fovereign miftrefs of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon That life, a very rebel to my will, [me; May hang no longer on me.

Antony's Defpondency.

Oh fun, thy uprife thall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this! The
hearts

That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cæfar; and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topp'd them all.

Departing Greatness.

The foul and body rive not more in parting Than greatnefs going off.

Antony on his faded Glory.

Is done unto thy hand; the last the spake
Was Antony! most noble Antony!
Then in the midft a tearing groan did brake
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: the render'd life,
Thy name fo buried in her.

Cleopatra on the death of Antony

It were for me

To throw my fceptre at th' injurious gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stol'n our jewel. ~All's but
nought;

Patience is fottifh; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin,
To rush into the fecret houfe of death, [men
Ere death dare come to us? Ho, do you wo-
What, what? good cheer! Why how now,
Charmain ?

heart:

My noble girls!-Ah women, women! Look,
Our lamp is fpent, it's out :-Good firs, take
[what's noble,
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave,
Let's do it after the high Roinan fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come away;
This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold.
Death.

My defolation does begin to make
A better life: 'tis paltry to be Cæfar;
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which thackles accidents, and bolts up
change;
dung,

Which Heeps, and never palates more the
The beggar's nurfe, and Cæfar's.

Cleopatra's Dream and Defcription of Antony.
Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Anto
O, fuch another fleep, that I might fee [ny;

Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragon-But fuch another man!
A vapour fometime, like a bear, or lion, [ith;
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air:-Thou haft feen
thefe figns;

Dol. If it might please you- [in ftuck
Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and there.
A fun and moon; which kept their courfe,
The little O, the earth. [and lighted

They are black vefper's pageants.
Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That which is now a horse, even with
a thought

The rack diflimns, and make it indistinct,
As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ast. Mygood knave, Eros, now thycaptain is
Even fuch a body: here I am Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made thefe wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whofe heart I thought I had, for the had

mine :

Which, whilft it was mine, had annex'd unto 't
A million more, now loft; the, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and falfe play'd my
Unto an enemy's triumph.
[glory
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

Defcription of Cleopatra's (fuppofed) Death.
Death of one perfon can be paid but once;
And that he has difcharg'd, What thou
wouldit do,

Dol. Moft fovereign creature- Larm
Cleo. His legs beftrid the ocean. his rear'd
Crefted the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned fpheres, and that to friends;
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 autuma 'twas
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Were dolphin-like; they fhew'd his back above
The element they liv'd in; in his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and
As plates dropt from his pocket. [iflands were
Firm Refolution.

What poor an inftrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My refolution's plac'd, and I have nothing

Of woman in me: now from head to foot
I am marble conftant: now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.

Cleopatra's Speech on applying the Alp.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me. Now no more

The

The juice of Egypt's grape shall moift this lip:
Yare,yare, good Iras; quick-methinks, I hear
Antony call; I fee him roufe himself
To praife my noble act: I hear him mock
The luck of Cafar, which the gods give men
T'excufe their after wrath. Hufband, I come:
Now to that name, my courage, prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements
1 give to bafer life. So, have you done?
Come then, and take the laft warmth of mylips:
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
[Kiffes them. Tras falls and dies.
Have I the afpic in my lips? Dott fall?
If thou and nature can fo gently part,
The ftroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is defired. Doft thou lie ftill?
If thus thou vanifheft, thou tell'it the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I
The gods themselves do weep. [may fay,

Cleo This proves me base:-
If the first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make.demand of her ; and fpend that kifs
Which is myheaven to have. Come, thoumortal
wretch,[To the Afp, which he applies to her breaft.
With thy fharp teeth this knot intrinficate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,
Beangry and difpatch. O,couldst thou fpeak,
That I might hear thee call great Cæfar afs,
Unpolicy'd!

Char. O, eaftern star.
Cleo. Peace, peace!
Doft thou not fee my baby at my breast,
That fucks the nurse afleep?

Char. O, break! O, break! [gentle
Cleo. As fweet as balin, as foft as air, as
O Antony! Nay, I will take thee too :-
Applying another Afp.
What fhould I ftay-
[Dics.
Char. In this wide world? fo, fare thee well.
Now, boaft thee, death! in thy poffeffion lies
A lafs unparallel'd.

Mob.
WHA
WHAT Would you have, you curs!
That like nor peace nor war? The one
affrights you,
[you,
The other makes you proud. He that trufts to
Where he fhould find you lions, finds you
hares,

Where foxes, gecfe: you are no furer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the fun. Your virtue is, [him,
To make him worthy, whofe offence fubdues
And curfe that juftice did it. Who deferves
greatnefs,

Deferves your hate: and your affections are
A fick man's appetite, who defires most that
Which would increafe his evil. He that de-
pends

Upon your favours, fwims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang yel -
truit ye?

With every minute you do change a mind;

|

|

And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland.

Aufidius's Hatred to Coriolanus.

-Not fleep, nor fanctuary,
Being naked, fick ; nor fane, nor capitol,
The prayers of priefts, nor times of facrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, fhall lit up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, mere it
At home,upon my bro: her's guard,eva there,
Againft the hofpitable cannon, would l
Wath my fierce hand in his heart.
An imaginary Defcription of Coriolanus warrits.
Methinks, I hear hither your hufbands
drum;

See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair;
As children from a bear, the Volfci thunming
him:
hus

| Methinks I fee him ftamp thus, and call “Come on, ye cowards ! ye were got in fear, Though ye were born in Rome:" his bloody brow

Than Hector's forehead, when it fpit forta
At Grecian fwords contending.

Doing our Duty merits not Praife.
Pray, now no more: my mother,
| Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When the does praife me, grieves me: I

have done,

{dnced As you have done; that's what I can! it As you have been : that's for my country : He that has but effected his good will Hath overta'en mine act.

Popularity.

Cfights

All tongues fpeak of him, and the bleare
Are fpectacled to fee him. Your prattling
Into a rapture lets her baby cry, Fourie
While the chats him: the kitchin malkin pis
Her richest fockram bout her reechy neck,
Clamb'ring the walls to eye him: ftalls, bulk,

windows,
[hor'd
Are fmother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridge
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestnefs to fee him: feld-fhown flamen
Do prefs among the popular throngs,and pu
To win a vulgar ftation: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to th wanton

fpoil

Of Phoebus' burning kiffes: fuch a pother,
As if that whatfoever god, who leads lim,
Were flily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful pofture.

Cominius peech in the Senate.

I fhall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanum Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held That valour is the chiefeft virtue, and Molt dignifies the haver: if it be,

The