Antony and Cleopatra
Act I, Scene 3
Alexandria. Another room in Cleopatra’s palace.
- Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
- Where is he?
- I did not see him since.
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- See where he is, who’s with him, what he does.
- I did not send you. If you find him sad,
- Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
- That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return.
- Exit Alexas.
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- Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,
- You do not hold the method to enforce
- The like from him.
- What should I do, I do not?
- In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing.
- Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.
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- Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear.
- In time we hate that which we often fear.
- Enter Antony.
- But here comes Antony.
- I am sick and sullen.
- I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose—
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- Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall.
- It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
- Will not sustain it.
- Now, my dearest queen—
- Pray you stand farther from me.
- What’s the matter?
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- I know by that same eye there’s some good news.
- What, says the married woman you may go?
- Would she had never given you leave to come!
- Let her not say ’tis I that keep you here,
- I have no power upon you; hers you are.
- The gods best know—
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- O, never was there queen
- So mightily betrayed! Yet at the first
- I saw the treasons planted.
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- Why should I think you can be mine, and true
- (Though you in swearing shake the throned gods),
- Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
- To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
- Which break themselves in swearing!
- Most sweet queen—
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- Nay, pray you seek no color for your going,
- But bid farewell, and go. When you sued staying,
- Then was the time for words; no going then;
- Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
- Bliss in our brows’ bent; none our parts so poor
- But was a race of heaven. They are so still,
- Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
- Art turn’d the greatest liar.
- How now, lady?
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- I would I had thy inches, thou shouldst know
- There were a heart in Egypt.
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- Hear me, Queen:
- The strong necessity of time commands
- Our services awhile; but my full heart
- Remains in use with you. Our Italy
- Shines o’er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius
- Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;
- Equality of two domestic powers
- Breed scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength,
- Are newly grown to love; the condemn’d Pompey,
- Rich in his father’s honor, creeps apace
- Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
- Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten,
- And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
- By any desperate change. My more particular,
- And that which most with you should safe my going,
- Is Fulvia’s death.
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- Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
- It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?
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- She’s dead, my queen.
- Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
- The garboils she awak’d: at the last, best,
- See when and where she died.
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- O most false love!
- Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
- With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
- In Fulvia’s death, how mine receiv’d shall be.
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- Quarrel no more, but be prepar’d to know
- The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
- As you shall give th’ advice. By the fire
- That quickens Nilus’ slime, I go from hence
- Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war
- As thou affects.
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- Cut my lace, Charmian, come!
- But let it be; I am quickly ill, and well,
- So Antony loves.
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- My precious queen, forbear,
- And give true evidence to his love, which stands
- An honorable trial.
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- So Fulvia told me.
- I prithee turn aside, and weep for her,
- Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
- Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene
- Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
- Like perfect honor.
- You’ll heat my blood; no more.
- You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
- Now, by my sword—
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- And target.—Still he mends.
- But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
- How this Herculean Roman does become
- The carriage of his chafe.
- I’ll leave you, lady.
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- Courteous lord, one word:
- Sir, you and I must part, but that’s not it;
- Sir, you and I have lov’d, but there’s not it;
- That you know well. Something it is I would—
- O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
- And I am all forgotten.
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- But that your royalty
- Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
- For idleness itself.
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- ’Tis sweating labor
- To bear such idleness so near the heart
- As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,
- Since my becomings kill me when they do not
- Eye well to you. Your honor calls you hence,
- Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
- And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
- Sit laurel victory, and smooth success
- Be strew’d before your feet!
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- Let us go. Come;
- Our separation so abides and flies,
- That thou residing here, goes yet with me;
- And I hence fleeting, here remain with thee.