Antony and Cleopatra

from all four days
Than drink so much in one. Enobarbas

Ha, my brave emperor! To Antony.
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink?

Pompey Let’s ha’t, good soldier. Antony

Come, let’s all take hands,
Till that the conquering wine hath steep’d our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.

Enobarbas

All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
The while I’ll place you: then the boy shall sing;
The holding every man shall bear as loud
As his strong sides can volley. Music plays. Enobarbas places them hand in hand.

The Song.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drown’d,
With thy grapes our hairs be crown’d:
Cup us, till the world go round,
Cup us, till the world go round!

Caesar

What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
Let me request you off: our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let’s part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
Antick’d us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.

Pompey I’ll try you on the shore. Antony And shall, sir; give’s your hand. Pompey

O Antony,
You have my father’s house⁠—But, what? we are friends.
Come, down into the boat.

Enobarbas

Take heed you fall not. Exeunt all but Enobarbas and Menas.
Menas, I’ll not on shore.

Menas

No, to my cabin.
These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang’d, sound out! Sound a flourish, with drums.

Enobarbas Ho! says a’. There’s my cap. Menas Ho! Noble captain, come. Exeunt.

Act III

Scene I

A plain in Syria.

	Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, with Silius, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him.
Ventidius	Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus’ death Make me revenger. Bear the king’s son’s body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
Silius	Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and Put garlands on thy head.
Ventidius	O Silius, Silius, I have done enough; a lower place, note well, May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius; Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve’s away. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person: Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour. Who does i’ the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain’s captain: and ambition, The soldier’s virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But ’twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish.
Silius	Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?
Ventidius	I’ll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, The ne’er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o’ the field.
Silius	Where is he now?
Ventidius	He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with’s will permit, We shall appear before him. On, there; pass along! Exeunt.

Scene II

Rome. An ante-chamber in Caesar’s house.

	Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbas at another.
Agrippa	What, are the brothers parted?
Enobarbas	They have dispatch’d with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness.
Agrippa	’Tis a noble Lepidus.
Enobarbas	A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
Agrippa	Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
Enobarbas	Caesar? Why, he’s the Jupiter of men.
Agrippa	What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.
Enobarbas	Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
Agrippa	O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
Enobarbas	Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar:” go no further.
Agrippa	Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
Enobarbas	But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony: Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho! His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
Agrippa	Both he loves.
Enobarbas	They are his shards, and he their beetle. Trumpets within. So; This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Agrippa	Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
	Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.
Antony	No further, sir.
Caesar	You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue, which is set Betwixt us as the cement of our love, To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it; for better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish’d.
Antony	Make me not offended In your distrust.
Caesar	I have said.
Antony	You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part.
Caesar	Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
Octavia	My noble brother!
Antony	The April’s in her eyes: it is love’s spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
Octavia	Sir, look well to my husband’s house; and⁠—
Caesar	What, Octavia?
Octavia	I’ll tell you in your ear.
Antony	Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue⁠—the swan’s down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.
Enobarbas	Aside to Agrippa. Will Caesar weep?
Agrippa	Aside to Enobarbas. He