Antony and Cleopatra
Act I, Scene 1
Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra’s palace.
- Enter Demetrius and Philo.
Philo1 - 14
- Nay, but this dotage of our general’s
- O’erflows 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 all temper,
- And is become the bellows and the fan
- To cool a gypsy’s lust.
- Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train,
- with eunuchs fanning her.
- Look where they come!
- 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.
- If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
- There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.
- I’ll set a bourn how far to be belov’d.
- Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
- Enter First Roman Messenger.
First Roman Messenger19
- News, my good lord, from Rome.
- Grates me, the sum.
Cleopatra21 - 26
- Nay, hear them, Antony.
- Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows
- If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
- His pow’rful mandate to you: “Do this, or this;
- Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
- Perform’t, or else we damn thee.”
- How, my love?
Cleopatra28 - 35
- Perchance? Nay, and most like.
- You must not stay here longer, your dismission
- Is come from Caesar, therefore hear it, Antony.
- Where’s Fulvia’s process?—Caesar’s, I would say—both?
- 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!
Mark Antony36 - 44
- Let Rome in Tiber 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
- And such a twain can do’t, in which I bind,
- On pain of punishment, the world to weet
- We stand up peerless.
Cleopatra45 - 48
- Excellent falsehood!
- Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
- I’ll seem the fool I am not. Antony
- Will be himself.
Mark Antony49 - 53
- 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 tonight?
- Hear the ambassadors.
Mark Antony55 - 63
- Fie, wrangling queen!
- Whom every thing becomes—to chide, to laugh,
- To weep; whose every passion fully strives
- To make itself (in thee) fair and admir’d!
- No messenger but thine, and all alone,
- Tonight we’ll wander through the streets and note
- The qualities of people. Come, my queen,
- Last night you did desire it.
- To the Messenger.
- Speak not to us.
- Exeunt Antony and Cleopatra with the Train, followed by the
- Is Caesar with Antonius priz’d so slight?
Philo65 - 67
- Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony,
- He comes too short of that great property
- Which still should go with Antony.
Demetrius68 - 71
- I am full sorry
- That he approves the common liar, who
- Thus speaks of him at Rome; but I will hope
- Of better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy!