Antony and Cleopatra
Act 3, Scene 13
Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.
- Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
- What shall we do, Enobarbus?
- Think, and die.
- Is Antony or we in fault for this?
Domitius Enobarbus5 - 14
- Antony only, that would make his will
- Lord of his reason. What though you fled
- From that great face of war, whose several ranges
- Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
- The itch of his affection should not then
- Have nick’d his captainship, at such a point,
- When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
- The mered question. ’Twas a shame no less
- Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
- And leave his navy gazing.
- Prithee peace.
- Enter the Ambassador with Antony.
- Is that his answer?
- Ay, my lord.
Mark Antony19 - 20
- The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she
- Will yield us up.
- He says so.
Mark Antony22 - 25
- Let her know’t.
- To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
- And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
- With principalities.
- That head, my lord?
Mark Antony27 - 35
- To him again, tell him he wears the rose
- Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
- Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,
- May be a coward’s, whose ministers would prevail
- Under the service of a child as soon
- As i’ th’ command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
- To lay his gay comparisons apart,
- And answer me declin’d, sword against sword,
- Ourselves alone. I’ll write it. Follow me.
- Exeunt Antony and Ambassador.
Domitius Enobarbus37 - 46
- Yes, like enough! High-battled Caesar will
- Unstate his happiness, and be stag’d to th’ show
- Against a sworder! I see men’s judgments are
- A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
- Do draw the inward quality after them,
- To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
- Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
- Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu’d
- His judgment too.
- Enter First Egyptian Servant.
First Egyptian Servant48
- A messenger from Caesar.
Cleopatra49 - 51
- What, no more ceremony? See, my women,
- Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
- That kneel’d unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
- Exit First Egyptian Servant.
Domitius Enobarbus53 - 59
- Mine honesty and I begin to square.
- The loyalty well held to fools does make
- Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure
- To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord
- Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
- And earns a place i’ th’ story.
- Enter Thidias.
- Caesar’s will?
- Hear it apart.
- None but friends: say boldly.
- So haply are they friends to Antony.
Domitius Enobarbus65 - 68
- He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,
- Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
- Will leap to be his friend; for us, you know
- Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar’s.
Thidias69 - 72
- Thus then, thou most renown’d: Caesar entreats
- Not to consider in what case thou stand’st
- Further than he is Caesar.
- Go on: right royal.
Thidias74 - 75
- He knows that you embrace not Antony
- As you did love, but as you fear’d him.
Thidias77 - 79
- The scars upon your honor, therefore, he
- Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
- Not as deserved.
Cleopatra80 - 82
- He is a god and knows
- What is most right. Mine honor was not yielded,
- But conquer’d merely.
Domitius Enobarbus83 - 87
- To be sure of that,
- I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
- That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
- Thy dearest quit thee.
- Exit Enobarbus.
Thidias89 - 96
- Shall I say to Caesar
- What you require of him? For he partly begs
- To be desir’d to give. It much would please him,
- That of his fortunes you should make a staff
- To lean upon; but it would warm his spirits
- To hear from me you had left Antony,
- And put yourself under his shroud,
- The universal landlord.
- What’s your name?
- My name is Thidias.
Cleopatra99 - 104
- Most kind messenger,
- Say to great Caesar this in deputation:
- I kiss his conqu’ring hand. Tell him, I am prompt
- To lay my crown at ’s feet, and there to kneel.
- Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
- The doom of Egypt.
Thidias105 - 109
- ’Tis your noblest course.
- Wisdom and fortune combating together,
- If that the former dare but what it can,
- No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
- My duty on your hand.
Cleopatra110 - 113
- Your Caesar’s father oft
- (When he hath mus’d of taking kingdoms in)
- Bestow’d his lips on that unworthy place,
- As it rain’d kisses.
- Enter Antony and Enobarbus.
Mark Antony115 - 116
- Favors? By Jove that thunders!
- What art thou, fellow?
Thidias117 - 119
- One that but performs
- The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
- To have command obey’d.
Domitius Enobarbus120 - 121
- You will be whipt.
Mark Antony122 - 129
- Calling for Servants.
- Approach there!—Ah, you kite!—Now gods and devils!
- Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried “Ho!”
- Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth
- And cry, “Your will?”—Have you no ears?—I am
- Antony yet.
- Enter First Egyptian Servant, others following.
- Take hence this Jack and whip him.
Domitius Enobarbus130 - 132
- ’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelp
- Than with an old one dying.
Mark Antony133 - 139
- Moon and stars!
- Whip him. Were’t twenty of the greatest tributaries
- That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
- So saucy with the hand of she here—what’s her name,
- Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
- Till like a boy you see him cringe his face,
- And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
- Mark Antony—
Mark Antony141 - 149
- Tug him away. Being whipt,
- Bring him again; the Jack of Caesar’s shall
- Bear us an arrant to him.
- Exeunt Egyptian Servants with Thidias.
- You were half blasted ere I knew you; ha?
- Have I my pillow left unpress’d in Rome,
- Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
- And by a gem of women, to be abus’d
- By one that looks on feeders?
- Good my lord—
Mark Antony151 - 156
- You have been a boggler ever,
- But when we in our viciousness grow hard
- (O misery on’t!), the wise gods seel our eyes,
- In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us
- Adore our errors, laugh at ’s while we strut
- To our confusion.
- O, is’t come to this?
Mark Antony158 - 164
- I found you as a morsel, cold upon
- Dead Caesar’s trencher; nay, you were a fragment
- Of Cneius Pompey’s—besides what hotter hours,
- Unregist’red in vulgar fame, you have
- Luxuriously pick’d out; for I am sure,
- Though you can guess what temperance should be,
- You know not what it is.
- Wherefore is this?
Mark Antony166 - 176
- To let a fellow that will take rewards
- And say “God quit you!” be familiar with
- My playfellow, your hand, this kingly seal
- And plighter of high hearts! O that I were
- Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
- The horned herd! For I have savage cause,
- And to proclaim it civilly were like
- A halter’d neck which does the hangman thank
- For being yare about him.
- Enter First Egyptian Servant with Thidias.
- Is he whipt?
First Egyptian Servant177
- Soundly, my lord.
- Cried he? And begg’d ’a pardon?
First Egyptian Servant179
- He did ask favor.
Mark Antony180 - 198
- If that thy father live, let him repent
- Thou wast not made his daughter, and be thou sorry
- To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
- Thou hast been whipt for following him. Henceforth
- The white hand of a lady fever thee,
- Shake thou to look on’t. Get thee back to Caesar,
- Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say
- He makes me angry with him; for he seems
- Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
- Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
- And at this time most easy ’tis to do’t:
- When my good stars, that were my former guides,
- Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
- Into th’ abysm of hell. If he mislike
- My speech and what is done, tell him he has
- Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
- He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
- As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:
- Hence with thy stripes, be gone!
- Exit Thidias.
- Have you done yet?
Mark Antony201 - 203
- Alack, our terrene moon
- Is now eclips’d, and it portends alone
- The fall of Antony!
- I must stay his time.
Mark Antony205 - 206
- To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
- With one that ties his points?
- Not know me yet?
- Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleopatra209 - 218
- Ah, dear, if I be so,
- From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
- And poison it in the source, and the first stone
- Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
- Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite,
- Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
- Together with my brave Egyptians all,
- By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
- Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
- Have buried them for prey!
Mark Antony219 - 228
- I am satisfied.
- Caesar sets down in Alexandria, where
- I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
- Hath nobly held; our sever’d navy too
- Have knit again, and fleet, threat’ning most sea-like.
- Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
- If from the field I shall return once more
- To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
- I and my sword will earn our chronicle.
- There’s hope in’t yet.
- That’s my brave lord!
Mark Antony230 - 237
- I will be treble-sinew’d, hearted, breath’d,
- And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
- Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
- Of me for jests; but now I’ll set my teeth,
- And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
- Let’s have one other gaudy night. Call to me
- All my sad captains, fill our bowls once more;
- Let’s mock the midnight bell.
Cleopatra238 - 240
- It is my birthday,
- I had thought t’ have held it poor; but since my lord
- Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
- We will yet do well.
- Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Mark Antony243 - 247
- Do so, we’ll speak to them, and tonight I’ll force
- The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen,
- There’s sap in’t yet. The next time I do fight,
- I’ll make death love me; for I will contend
- Even with his pestilent scythe.
- Exeunt all but Enobarbus.
Domitius Enobarbus249 - 255
- Now he’ll outstare the lightning: to be furious
- Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood
- The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still
- A diminution in our captain’s brain
- Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,
- It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
- Some way to leave him.