Antony and Cleopatra, William Shakespeare [books to read as a couple TXT] 📗

disarms her.
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Relieved, but not betray’d. Cleopatra

What, of death too,
That rids our dogs of languish?

Proculeius

Cleopatra,
Do not abuse my master’s bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Cleopatra

Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worthy many babes and beggars!

Proculeius O, temperance, lady! Cleopatra

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 Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion’d at your master’s court;
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus’ mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country’s high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!

Proculeius

You do extend
These thoughts of horror further than you shall
Find cause in Caesar.

Enter Dolabella. Dolabella

Proculeius,
What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
I’ll take her to my guard.

Proculeius

So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
To Cleopatra. To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
If you’ll employ me to him.

Cleopatra Say, I would die. Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Dolabella Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleopatra I cannot tell. Dolabella Assuredly you know me. Cleopatra

No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
Is’t not your trick?

Dolabella I understand not, madam. Cleopatra

I dream’d there was an Emperor Antony:
O, such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!

Dolabella If it might please ye⁠— Cleopatra

His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted
The little O, the earth.

Dolabella Most sovereign creature⁠— Cleopatra

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;
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
Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above
The element they lived in: in his livery
Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

Dolabella Cleopatra! Cleopatra

Think you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dream’d of?

Dolabella Gentle madam, no. Cleopatra

You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
It’s past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
And Antony, were nature’s piece ’gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.

Dolabella

Hear me, good madam.
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
O’ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at root.

Cleopatra

I thank you, sir,
Know you what Caesar means to do with me?

Dolabella I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Cleopatra Nay, pray you, sir⁠— Dolabella Though he be honourable⁠— Cleopatra He’ll lead me, then, in triumph? Dolabella Madam, he will; I know’t. Flourish, and shout within, “Make way there: Caesar!” Enter Caesar, Gallus, Proculeius, Mecaenas, Seleucus, and others of his Train. Caesar Which is the Queen of Egypt? Dolabella It is the emperor, madam. Cleopatra kneels. Caesar

Arise, you shall not kneel:
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.

Cleopatra

Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.

Caesar

Take to you no hard thoughts:
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.

Cleopatra

Sole sir o’ the world,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear; but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties which before
Have often shamed our sex.

Caesar

Cleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than enforce:
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
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.

Cleopatra

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.

Caesar You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleopatra

This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
I am possess’d of: ’tis exactly valued;
Not petty things admitted. Where’s Seleucus?

Seleucus Here, madam. Cleopatra

This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
Upon his peril, that I have reserved
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.

Seleucus

Madam,
I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.

Cleopatra What have I kept back? Seleucus Enough to purchase what you have made known. Caesar

Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
Your wisdom in the deed.

Cleopatra

See, Caesar! 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
Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust
Than love that’s hired! 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!
O rarely base!

Caesar Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleopatra

O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,
That I some lady trifles have reserved,
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
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
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