Antony and Cleopatra
Act 3, Scene 6
Rome. Octavius Caesar’s house.
- Enter Agrippa, Maecenas, and Caesar.
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- Contemning Rome, he has done all this and more
- In Alexandria. Here’s the manner of’t:
- I’ th’ market-place, on a tribunal silver’d,
- Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
- Were publicly enthron’d. At the feet sat
- Caesarion, whom they call my father’s son,
- And all the unlawful issue that their lust
- Since then hath made between them. Unto her
- He gave the stablishment of Egypt, made her
- Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
- Absolute queen.
- This in the public eye?
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- I’ th’ common show-place, where they exercise.
- His sons he there proclaim’d the kings of kings:
- Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
- He gave to Alexander; to Ptolomy he assign’d
- Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia. She
- In th’ abiliments of the goddess Isis
- That day appear’d; and oft before gave audience,
- As ’tis reported, so.
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- Let Rome be thus
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- Who, queasy with his insolence
- Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
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- The people knows it, and have now receiv’d
- His accusations.
- Who does he accuse?
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- Caesar, and that having in Sicily
- Sextus Pompeius spoil’d, we had not rated him
- His part o’ th’ isle. Then does he say he lent me
- Some shipping unrestor’d. Lastly, he frets
- That Lepidus of the triumpherate
- Should be depos’d; and being, that we detain
- All his revenue.
- Sir, this should be answer’d.
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- ’Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
- I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel,
- That he his high authority abus’d,
- And did deserve his change. For what I have conquer’d,
- I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia
- And other of his conquer’d kingdoms, I
- Demand the like.
- He’ll never yield to that.
- Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
- Enter Octavia with her Train.
- Hail, Caesar, and my lord! Hail, most dear Caesar!
- That ever I should call thee castaway!
- You have not call’d me so, nor have you cause.
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- Why have you stol’n upon us thus? You come not
- Like Caesar’s sister. The wife of Antony
- Should have an army for an usher, and
- The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
- Long ere she did appear; the trees by th’ way
- Should have borne men, and expectation fainted,
- Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
- Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
- Rais’d by your populous troops. But you are come
- A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented
- The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
- Is often left unlov’d. We should have met you
- By sea and land, supplying every stage
- With an augmented greeting.
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- Good my lord,
- To come thus was I not constrain’d, but did it
- On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
- Hearing that you prepar’d for war, acquainted
- My grieved ear withal; whereon I begg’d
- His pardon for return.
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- Which soon he granted,
- Being an abstract ’tween his lust and him.
- Do not say so, my lord.
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- I have eyes upon him,
- And his affairs come to me on the wind.
- Where is he now?
- My lord, in Athens.
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- No, my most wronged sister, Cleopatra
- Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
- Up to a whore, who now are levying
- The kings o’ th’ earth for war. He hath assembled
- Bocchus, the King of Libya; Archelaus
- Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, King
- Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
- King Manchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
- Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, King
- Of Comagena; Polemon and Amyntas,
- The Kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
- With a more larger list of sceptres.
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- Ay me, most wretched,
- That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
- That does afflict each other!
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- Welcome hither!
- Your letters did withhold our breaking forth,
- Till we perceiv’d both how you were wrong led
- And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart,
- Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
- O’er your content these strong necessities,
- But let determin’d things to destiny
- Hold unbewail’d their way. Welcome to Rome,
- Nothing more dear to me. You are abus’d
- Beyond the mark of thought; and the high gods,
- To do you justice, makes his ministers
- Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort,
- And ever welcome to us.
- Welcome, lady.
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- Welcome, dear madam,
- Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;
- Only th’ adulterous Antony, most large
- In his abominations, turns you off,
- And gives his potent regiment to a trull
- That noises it against us.
- Is it so, sir?
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- Most certain. Sister, welcome. Pray you
- Be ever known to patience. My dear’st sister!