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Full text of "Mr. William Shakespeare, his comedies, histories, and tragedies"

THE LIBRARY 

OF 

THE UNIVERSITY 
OF CALIFORNIA 

LOS ANGELES 



The 
WORKS 

f 
SHAKESPEARE, 

Volume tie eighth : 

containing, 

Julius Caesar; 
Antony and Cleopatra ; 
Timon of Athens ; 
Titus Andronicus. 



LONDON: 

Printed for J. and R. TON SON in the Strand. 



PR 



Cm 



JULIUS 
C M S A R. 



1376S72 



Perfons represented: 

Julius Caesar. 

O&avius Caesar, ~) <r . . 

Marcus Antonius, I ?" urn* >rs, after the 

Death / CzEsar ' 



M. ^mil. Lepidus, _ 

Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena, Senators. 

Brutus, 

Caflius, 

Cafca, 



Cinna, 
Decius, 



Confpirators again/} Caesar. 



Metellus, 
Trebonius, 
Ligarius, 
Flavius, and Murellus, Tribunes. 
a Sootbfayer ; Artemidorus, a Sophift ; 
Cinna, a Poet ; and another Poet. 
Lucilius, Titinius, Meflala, young Cato, and 
Volumnius ; Friends to Brutus and Caflius. 
Lucius, Varro, Claudius, Clitus, Dardanius, 
and Strato a Grecian ; Servants to Brutus. 
Pindarus, Servant to Caflius. 
S*r<v . to Cassar ; Ser<v. to Antony ; Ser<v. to Oftavius ; 
four Citizens, a Mejfinger, and two Soldiers. 

Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar. 
Portia, Wife to Brutus. 

Other Citizens, Soldiers, Officers, Senators, &c. 
Sctne difperfd; in Rome, near Saxdis,</wrPhilippi. 



JULIUS C^SAR. 



i. 

SCENE I. Rome. ^S/r/. 

Rabble of Citizens ; FLAVIUS, 
and MURELLUS, driving them. 

FLA. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home: 
Is this a holiday ? What, know you not, 
Being mechanical, you ought not walk, 
Upon a labouring day, without the fign 
Of your profeffion? _ Speak, what trade art thou ? 

j . C. Why, fir, a carpenter. 

Mu R. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 
What doft thou with thy belt apparel on ? 
You, fir ; what trade are you ? 

2. C. Truly, fir, in refpe&of a fine workman, I am 
but, as you would fay, a cobler. 

M UR . But what trade art thou ? Anfwer me direftly. 

2. C. A trade, fir, that, I hope, I may use with a 
fafe confcience ; which is, indeed, fir, a mender of bad 
fouls. [what trade ? 

MVR. What trade, thou knave ? thou naughty knave, 

6 Fla, What 



4 Julius Caesar. 

2. C. Nay, I befeech you, fir, be not out with me: 
Yet, if you be out, fir, I can mend you. [fellow? 

MUR. Whatmeaneft thouby that: Mendme,thoufaucy 

2. C. Why, fir, coble you. 

FLA. Thou art a cobler, art thou ? 

2. C. Truly, fir, all that I live by is, the awl : I 
meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's mat- 
ters; but, with all. I am, indeed, fir, a furgeon to old 
ihoes ; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them : 
As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have 
gone upon my handy-work. 

FLA. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day? 
Why doft thou lead these men about the ftreets ? 

2. C. Truly, fir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myfelf 
into more work. But, indeed, fir, we make holiday, to 
fee Ctesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. [home ? 

MUR. Wherefore rejoice? What conqueft brings he 
What tributaries follow him to Rome, 
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? 
You blocks, you ftones, you worfe than fenfelefs thing: ! 
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft 
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, 
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney' tops, 
Your infants in your arms, and there have fat 
The live-long day, with patient expectation, 
To fee great Pcmpey pafs the ftreets of Rome : 
And \vhen you faw his chariot but appear, 
Have you not made an univerial Ihout, 
That Jjber trembl'd underneath his banks, 
To hear the replication of your founds 
Made in his concave fhores ? 

* is with the Aule * v. A'r.v. 



Julius Csesar. 5 

And do you now put on your belt attire? 
And do you now cull out a holiday ? 
And do you now ftrew flowers in his way, 
That comes in triumph over Pompefs blood ? 
Be gone ; 

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, 
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague 
That needs muft light on this ingratitude. 

FLA. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, 
A/Terrible all the poor men of your fort ; 
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears 
Into the channel, 'till the loweit ftream 
Do kifs the molt exalted ihores of all. 

[Exeunt Citizens. 

See, whe'r their bafeft metal be not mov'd ; 
They vanifh tongue-ty'd in their guiitinefs. 
Go you down that way towards the capitol ; 
This way will I : Difrobe the images, 
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. 

MUR . May we do fo ? you know, it is the fcaft 
Of Lupercal. 

FLA. 'Tis no matter; let no images 
Be hung with Co-tar's trophies. I'll about, 
And drive away the vulgar from the llreets : 
So do you too, where you perceive them thick. 
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's wing, 
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ; 
Who elfe would foar above the view of men, 
And keep us all in fervile fearfulnefs. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. r be fame. A publick Place. 
Enter, in folsmn ProceJ/ion, ivith Mustek^ c. 



Julius Caesar. 

; ANTONY, for the Courfe; CALPHURNIA, 
Portia; Decius, Cicero, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, 
CASCA, &c. a great Crowd follo*iving; 
Soothfayer in the Crowd. 

CMS. Calphurnia, 

CAS*. Peace, ho ! C<ssar fpeaks . [ Mustek ceafes. 

CMS. Calpburnia, 

CAL. Here, my lord. 

CMS. Stand you diredlly in Antonio's way, 
When he doth run his courfe. _ Antonio, 

ANT. C<esar, my lord. 

CMS. Forget not, in your fpeed, Antonio, 
To touch Calpburnia : for our elders fay, 
The barren, touched in this holy chace, 
Shake off their fteril curfe. 

ANT. I mall remember: 
When Ceesar fays, Do this, it is perform'd. 

CMS. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. 

\Muiick ; and the Procejpon moves. 

Soo. Cifsar, 

CMS. Ha! Who calls? 

CAS C <*. Bid every noise be ftill : Peace yet again. 

[Mustek ceafes. 

CMS. Who is it in the prefs, that calls on me? 
I hear a tongue, fhriller than all the musick, 
Cry, Cefsar : Speak ; C<ssar is turn'd to hear. 

Soo. Beware the ides of March. 

CMS. What man is that? 

RU. A foothfayer, bids beware the ides of March. 

CMS. Set him before me, let me fee his face. 

CAS. Fellow,come from the throng.look uponC&sar. 

C/ES. Whatfay'itthoutomenow? Speak once again. 

*9 bids you beware 



Julius Caesar. 7 

Soo. Beware the ides of March. 

C^ES.He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pafs. 

[Mustek. Exeunt All, #/Bru. WCaf. 

CAS. Will you go fee the order of the courfe? 

BRU. Not I. 

CAS. I pray you, do. 

BRU. I am not gamefome; I do lack fame part 
Of that quick fpirit that is in Antony :~ 
Let me not hinder, Cajfius, your desires ; 
I'll leave you. 

CAS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : 
I have not from your eyes that gentlenefs, 
And (hew of love, as I was wont to have : 
You bear too ftubborn and too ftrange a hand 
Over your friend that loves you. 

BRU. Co/pus, 

Be not deceiv'd : If I have veil'd my look, 
I turn the trouble of my countenance 
Meerly upon myfelf. Vexed I am, 
Of late, with paflions of fome difference, 
Conceptions only proper to myfelf, 
Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours : 
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd ; 
(Among which number, CaJ/ius, be you one,) 
Nor conftrue any further my negledl, 
Than that poor Brutus, with himfelf at war, 
Forgets the fhews of love to other men. 

CAS . Then, Brutus, I have m uch miftook your paffion; 
By means whereof, this breaft of mine hath bury'd 
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. 
Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face ? 

BRU. No, CaJ/ius: for the eye fees not itfelf, 



8 Julius Caesar. 

But by reflection, by fome other things. 

CAS. 'Tis juft: 

And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 
That you have no fuch mirrors, as will turn 
Your hidden worthinefs into your eye, 
That you might fee your ftiadow. I have heard, 
Where many of the beft refpeft in Rome, 
( Except immortal Ca>sar) fpeaking of Brutus, 
And groaning underneath this age's yoak, 
Have wifh'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. 

BRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, 
That you would have me feek into myfelf 
For that which is not in me ? 

CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear : 
And, fince you know you cannot fee yourfelf 
So well as by reflection, I, your glafs, 
Will modeftly difcover to yourfelf 
That of yourfelf which yet you know not of. 
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : 
Were I a common laugher, or did use 
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love 
To every new protefter ; if you know 
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, 
And after fcandal them ; or if you know 
That I profefs myfelf in banqueting 
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. 

[Shout nuitkin, 

BRU. What means this fhouting : I do fear, the people 
Choose C<tsar for their king. 

CAS. Ay, do you fear it? 
Then muft I think you would not have it fo. 

BRU. I would not, Caffius ; yet I love him well : 

1 8 you yet * Laughter 



Julius Cassar. 

But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? 
What is it that you would impart to me ? 
If it be ought toward the general good, 
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, 
And I will look on both indifferently : 
For, let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love 
The name of honour more than I fear death. 

CAS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, 
As well as I do know your outward favour. 
Well, honour is the fubjeft of my ftory. 
I cannot tell, what you and other men 
Think of this life ; but, for my fingle felf, 
I had as lief not be, as live to be 
In awe of fuch a thing as I myfelf. 
I was born free as Caesar ; fo were you : 
We both have fed as well ; and we can both 
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. 
For once, upon a raw and gufty day, 
The troubl'd Tyber chafing with his mores, 
Ceesar faid to me, Dar'Jl thou, Camus, now 
Leap in <witb me into this angry flood> 
And f<viim to yonder point? Upon the word, 
Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in, 
And bad him follow : fo, indeed, he did. 
The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it 
With lufty finews ; throwing it afide, 
And Hemming it with hearts of controverfy. 
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, 
Casar cry'd, Help me, Caffius, or 1 Jink. 
I, as jEneas, our great anceftor, 
Did from the flames of Troy upon his moulder 
The old Ancbifts bear, fo, from the waves of Tyber 



io Julius Cxsar. 

Did I the tired Ctesar : And this man 

Is now become a god ; and Caffius is 

A wretched creature, and mult bend his body, 

IfC&sar carelefly but nod on him. 

He had a fever when he was in Spain, 

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark 

How he did make : 'tis true, this god did make : 

His coward lips did from their colour fly ; 

And that fame eye, whose bend doth awe the world, 

Did lose it's luftre : I did hear him groan : 

Ay, and that tongue of his, that bad the Romans 

Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books, 

Alas, it cry'd, Give me feme drink, Titinius, 

As a fick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, 

A man of fuch a feeble temper mould 

So get the ftart of the majeftick world, 

And bear the palm alone. [Shout again. 

BRU. Another general mout : 
I do believe, that these applauses are 
For fome new honours that are heap'd on C<esar. 

C^s. Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world, 
Like a Colo/its ; and we petty men 
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about 
To find ourfelves dimonourable graves. 
Men at fome time are mafters of their fates : 
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our ftars, 
But in ourfelves, that we are underlings. 
Brutus, and Casar : What mould be in that C<esar ? 
Why mould that name be founded more than yours ? 
Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; 
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; 
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, 



Julius Caesar. II 

Brutus will ftart a fpirit as foon as Casar, 

Now in the names of all the gods at once, 

Upon what meat doth this our C<esar feed, 

That he is grown fo great ? Age, thou art iham'd : 

Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods. 

When went there by an age, fince the great flood, 

But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? 

When could they fay, 'till now, that talk'd of Romt, 

That her wide walls encompaff'd but one man ? 

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, 

When there is in it but one only man. 

! you and I have heard our fathers fay, 

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd 
The eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome, 
As easily as a king. 

BRU. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; 
What you would work me to, I have fome aim : 
How I have thought of this, and of these times, 

1 mall recount hereafter ; for this present, 

I would not, fo with love I might intreat you, 

Be any further mov'd : What you have faid, 

I will confider ; what you have to fay, 

I will with patience hear; and find a time 

Both meet to hear, and anfwer, fuch high things. 

'Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ; 

Brutus had rather be a villager, 

Than to repute himfelf a fon of Rome 

Under fuch hard conditions as this time 

Is like to lay upon us. 

CAS. I am glad, that my weak words 
Have ftruck but thus much ihew of fire from Brutus. 
Re-enter C-ffiSAR, and his Train. 



o Walkes * 8 Under thefe hard 






12 Julius Caesar. 

BRV. The games are done, and C<zsar is returning. 

CL#s. As they pafs by, pluck Cajca by the fleeve ; 
And he will, after his four fafhion, tell you 
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. 

BRU. I will do fo: But, look you, Caffius, 
The angry fpot doth glow on C<*-jr's brow, 
And all the reft look like a chidden train : 
Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero 
Looks with fuch ferret and fuch fiery eyes, 
As we have feen him in the capitol, 
Being crofPd in conference by fome fenators. 

CAS. Cajca will tell us what the matter is. 

C/*. Antonio, 

A XT. C/esar. 

C^.s. Let me have men about me, that are fat ; 
Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep o' nights : 
Yon Cdffiuf has a lean and hungry look ; 
He thinks too much : fuch men are dangerous. 

ANT. Fear him not, Ctesar, he's not dangerous ; 
He is a noble Roman, and well gi/en. 

C/S. 'Would he were fatter: But I fear him not : 
Yet if my name were liable to fear, 
I do not know the man I mould avoid 
So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much; 
He is a great observer, and he looks 
Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, 
As thou doft, Antony ; he hears no musick : 
Seldom he fmiles ; and fmiles in fuch a fort, 
As if he mock'd himfelf, and fcorn'd his fpirit 
That could be mov'd to fmile at any thing. 
Such men as he be never at heart's ease, 
Whiles they behold a greater than themfelves ; 



Julius Caesar. 13 

And therefore are they very dangerous. 
1 rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, 
Than what I fear ; for always I am C&sar. 
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, 
And tell me truly what thou think'ft of him. 

[Exeunt CJESAR, and Train: Cafca ftays. 

CAS'*. Youpull'd me by the cloak; Would you fpeak 
with me ? 

BRU. Ay, Cafca^, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, 
That Caesar looks fo fad. 

CAS. Why you were with him, were you not ? 

BRU. I mould not then aik Cafca what had chanc'd. 

CAS'". Why, there was a crown offer'd him : and 
being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his 
hand, thus ~|" ; and then the people fell a' fhouting. 

BRU. What was the fecond noise for? 

CAS'*. Why for that too ? 

CA s . They fhouted thrice ; What was the laft cry for? 

CA^ca. Why for that too ? 

BRU. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? 

CASC". Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, 
every time gentler than other ; and at every putting 
by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted. 

CAS. Who offer'd him the crown ? 

CASC<*. Why, Antony. 

BRU. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca. 

CAS. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner 
of it : it was mere foolery, 1 did not mark it. 1 
faw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; yet 'twas not 
a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, 
as I told you, he put it by once : but, for all that, 
to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he 

VOL. VIII. B 



14 Julius Caesar. 

offer'd it to him again ; then he put it by again : 
but, to my thinking, he was very loth" to lay his fingers 
off it. And then he offer'd it the third time ; he put 
it the third time by : and ftill as he refus'd it, the 
rabblement houted, and clap'd their chopt hands, and 
threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a 
deal of (linking breath because C<esar refus'd the 
crown, that it had almoft choak'd C&sar ; for he 
fwooned, and fell down at it : And for mine own 
part, I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and 
receiving the bad air. 

CAS. But, foft, I pray yon ; What, did C<rsar fwoon ? 

Cj r". He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd 
at mouth, and was fpeechlefs. 

Bnu. 3 Tis very like ; he hath the falling-ficknefs. 

CAS. No, Casar hath it not ; but you, and I, 
And honeft Cafca, we have the falling-ficknefs. 

CAS- I know not what you mean by that; but, 
I am fure, Ctesar fell down. If the tag-rag people 
did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he 
pleas'd, and difpleas'd them, as they use to do 
the players in the theatre, I am no true man. 

BRU. What faid he, when he came unto himfelf ? 

CA sea. Marry, before he felidown, when heperceiv'd 
the common herd was glad he refus'd the crown, 
he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and offer'd them 
his throat to cut : An I had been a man of any 
occupation, if I would not have taken him at a 
word, I would I might go to hell among the 
rogues: and fo he fell. When he came to himfelf 
again, he faid, If he had done, or faid, any thing amifs, 
,be desir'd their worlhips to think it was his in- 



Julius C-esar. I q 

firmity. Three or four wenches, where I flood, 
cry'd, Alas> good foul ! and forgave him with all 
their hearts : But there's no heed to be taken of 
them; if C<esar had ftab'd their mothers, they would 
have done no lefs. 

BRU, And after that, he came, thus fad, away ? 

'CASca. Ay. 

CAS. Did Cicero fay any thing ? 

CA sf<*. Ay, he fpoke Greek . 

CAS. To what effedl ? 

CASM. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you 
i'th' face again: But those, that Onderftood him, fmil'd 
at one another, and (hook their heads : but, for mine 
own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more 
news too : Murellus and Flavins, for pulling fcarfs off 
C<?sar's images, are put to filence. Fare you well. There 
was more foolery yet, if I could remember it. 

CAS. Will you fup with me to-night, Cafca? 

CAS. No, I am promis'd forth. 

CAS. Will you dine with me to-morrow? 

CASC*. Ay, if I be alive* and your mind hold, and 
your dinner worth the eating. 

CAS. Good ; I will expecl you. 

CASCO. Do fo : Farewel, both. [Exit CASCA. 

BRU. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? 
He was quick mettle, when he went to fchool. 

CAS. So is he now, in execution 
Of any bold or noble enterprise, 
However he puts on this tardy form. 
This rudenefs is a fauce to his good wit, 
Which gives men ftomach to digeft his words 
With better appetite. 

B 2 



16 Jolms Cxfar. 

BRU. And fo it is. 
For this time, I will leave you, 
To-morrow, if you please to fpeak with me, 
I will come home to you ; or, if you will, 
Come home to me, and I will wait for you. 

CAS. I will do fo : 'till then, think of the world. 

[Exit BRUTUS, 

Well, Brutus, thou art noble : yet, I fee, 
Thy honourable metal may be wrought 
From that it is difpos'd : Therefore 'tis meet 
That noble minds keep ever with their likes : 
For who fo firm, that cannot be feduc'd ? 
Ceesar doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus : 
If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius, 
He mould not humour me. I will this night, 
In feveral hands, in at his windows throw, 
As if they came from feveral citizens, 
Writings, all tending to the great opinion 
That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obfcurely 
C<?sar's ambition (hall be glanced at : 
And, after this, let C<zsar feat him fure ; 
For we will make him, or worfe days endure. [Exit. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Street. 

Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite Sides, 

CICERO, and CASCA with his 

Sword drawn. 

Cic. Good even, Cafca: Brought you Ctesar home? 
Why are you breathlefs ? and why flare you fo ? 

CASM. Are not you mov'd, when all the fway of earth 
Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero, 
I have feen tempefts, when the fcolding winds 



Julius Caesar. 17 

Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have fcen 
The ambitious ocean fwell, and rage, and foam, 
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : 
But never 'till to-night, never 'till now, 
Did I go through a tempeft dropping fire. 
Either there is a civil ftrife in heaven ; 
Or elfe the world, too faucy with the gods, 
Jncenfes them to fend deftruftion. 

Cic, Why, faw you any thing more wonderful ? 

CA s c <t. A common flave (you know him well by fight) 
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn, 
Like twenty torches joiti'd ; and yet his hand, 
Not fenfible of fire, remain'd unfcorch'd. 
Befides, (I have not fince put up my fword) 
Againft the capitol I met a lion, 
Who glar'd upon me, and went furly by, 
Without annoying me : And there were drawn 
Upon a heap a hundred gaftly women, 
Tranfformed with their fear ; who fwore, they faw 
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the ftreets. 
And, yefterday, the bird of night did fit, 
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, 
Hooting, and fhrieking. When these prodigies 
Do fo conjointly meet, let not men fay, 
These are their reasons^ They are natural ; 
For, I believe, they are portentous things 
Unto the climate that they point upon. 

Cic. Indeed, it is a ftrange-difposed time : 
But men may conftrue things after their fafhion, 
Clean from the purpose of the things themfelves. 
Comes Cefsar to the capitol to-morrow ? 

Cjsca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonio 



i"8 Julius Ca?sar. 

Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. 

Cic. Good night then, Cafca : this difturbed fky 
Is not to walk in. 

Cjisca, Farewel, Cicero. [Exit CICERO. 

Enter CASSIUS. 

CAS. Who's there? 

C^sca. A Roman. 

CAS. Cafca, by your voice. 

CA sea. Your ear is good. Cafftus, what night is this ? 

CAS. A very pleasing night to honeft men. 

CAS ea. Who ever knew the heavens menace fo ? 

CAS. Those, that have known the earth fofull of faults. 
For my part, I have walk'd about the llreets, 
Submitting me unto the perilous night ; 
And, thus unbraced, Cafca, as you fee, 
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-ftone : 
And, when the crofs blue lightning feem'd to open 
The breait of heaven, I did present myfelf 
Even in the aim and very flafli of it. [heavens ? 

CAS>. But wherefore did you fo much tempt the 
It is the part of men to fear and tremble, 
When the moft mighty gods, by tokens, fend 
Such dreadful heralds to aftonifti us. 

CAS. You are dull, Cafca; and those fparks of life, 
Which mould be in a Roman, you do want, 
Or elfe you use not : You look pale, and gaze, 
And put on fear, and caft yourfelf in wonder, 
To fee the ftrange impatience of the heavens : 
But if you would confider the true cause, 
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghofts, 
Why birds, and beafts, from quality and kind ; 
Why old men, fools, and children, calculate ; 



Julius Cassar. 19 

Why all these things change, from their ordinance, 
Their natures, and pre-formed faculties, 
To monftrous quality ; why, you (hall find, 
That nature hath infus'd them with these fpirits, 
To make them inftruments of fear, and warning, 
Unto fome monftrous ftate. Now could I Cafca, 
Name thee a man moil like this dreadful night ; 
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars 
As doth the lion in the capitol : 
A man no mightier than thyfelf, or me, 
In perfonal aftion ; yet prodigious grown, 
And fearful, as these flrange eruptions are. 

CAS'". 'Tis C<?sar, that you mean : Is it not, Caffius? 

CAS. Lei it be who it is : for Romans now 
Have thews and limbs like to their anceftors ; 
But, woe the whiLs! our fathers' minds are dead, 
And we are govern'd with our mothers' fpirits ; 
Our yoak and fufferance (hew us womanifh. 

(Lo^tf. Indeed, they fay, the fenators to-morrow 
Mean to eftablifh Caesar as a king : 
And he mall wear his crown, by fea, and land, 
In every place, fave here in Italy. 

.CAS. I know where I will wear this "j~ dagger then ; 
Cafflus from bondage will deliver CaJ/jus : 
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak moft ftrong ; 
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat : 
Nor ftony tower, nor walls of beaten brafs, 
Nor airlefs dungeon, nor ftrong links of iron, 
Can be retentive to the ftrength of fpirit ; 
But life, being weary of these worldly bars, 
Never lacks power to difmifs itfelf. 
If I know this, know all the world bcfides, 

7 name to thec 



so Julius Czsar. 

That part of tyranny, that I do bear, 
I can (hake off at pleasure. 

CAS"*. So can I : 

So every bondman in his own hand bears 
The power to cancel his captivity. 

CAS. And why fhould Caesar be a tyrant then ? 
Poor man ! I know, he would not be a wolf, 
But that he fees, the Romans are but fheep : 
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. 
Those that with hafte will make a mighty fire, 
Begin it with weak ftraws : What trafh is Rome, 
What rubbifh, and what offal, when it ferves 
For the bafe matter to illuminate 
So vile a thing as C<esar? But, o, grief, 
Where haft thou led me ? I, perhaps, fpeak this 
Before a willing bondman : then I know 
My anfwer muft be made : But I am arm'd, 
And dangers are to me indifferent. 

Cjtsca. You fpeak to Cafca ; and to fuch a man, 
That is no flearing tell-tale. Hold my hand : 
Be faftious for redrefs of all these griefs ; 
And I will fet this foot of mine as far, 
As who goes fartheft. 

CAS. There's a bargain made. 
Now know you, Cafca, I have mov'd already 
Some certain of the noblefl-minded Romans, 
To undergo, with me, an enterprise 
Of honourable-dang'rous confequence ; 
And I do know, by this, they ftay for me 
In Pompey's porch : For now, this fearful night, 
There is no ftir, or walking in the ftreets ; 
And the complexion of the element 



Julias Caesar. 2i 

Is favour'd like the work we have in hand, 
Molt bloody, fiery, and moft terrible. 
Enter CINNA. 

CAW. Stand clofe awhile, for here comes one in hafte. 

CAS. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gate; 
He is a friend. _ Cinna, where hafte you fo ? 

CIN. To findoutyou : Who's that ? MetellusCimber? 

CAS. No, it is Cafca ; one incorporate 
To our attempts. Am I not ftay'd for, Cinna ? 

CIN. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this ? 
There's two or three of us have feen ftrange fights. 

CAS. Am I not ftay'd for, (JTinna ? tell me. 

CIN. Yes, 

You are. O, Cajfius, if you could but win 
The noble Brutus to our party 

CAS. Be you content: GoodCinna, takethis =f= paper, 
And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, 
Where Brutus may but find it ; and throw =f= this 
In at his window ; fet this ^= up with wax 
Upon old Brutus' ftatue : all this done, 
Repair to Pomfey's porch, where you mail find us. 
Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there ? 

CIN. All but Metellus Cimber ; and he's gone 
To feek you at your houfe. Well, I will hye, 
And fo beftow these papers as you bad me. 

CAS. That done, repair to P empty's theatre. 

[Exit CINNA. 

Come, Cafca, you and I will, yet, ere day, 
See Brutus at his houfe : three parts of him 
Is ours already ; and the man entire, 
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. 

O, he fits high in all the people's hearts : 

1 Is Favors, lite 



3.1 Julius Caesar. 

And that, which would appear offence in us, 
His countenance, like richeft alchymy, 
Will change to virtue, and to worthinefs. 

CA s . Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, 
You have right well conceited : Let us go, 
For it is after midnight ; and, ere day, 
We will awake him, and be fure of him. [Exeunt. 

ACT II. 

SCENE I. The fame. BnHus'* Garden. 
Eater BRUTUS. 

Bnu. What, Lucius, ho!~ 
I cannot, by the progrefs of the liars, 
Give guefs how near to day. Lucius, I fay ! 
I would it were my fault to fleep fo foundly. 
When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I fay : What, Lucius } 
Enter Lucius. 

Lire. Call'd you, my lord ? 

BR u. Get me a taper in my ftudy, Lucius : 
When it is lighted, come and call me here. 

Lvc. I will, my lord. [Exit. 

BRU. It muft be by his death : and, for my part, 
I know no perfonal cause to fpurn at him, 
But for the general. He would be crown'd : 
How that might change his nature, there's the queftion. 
Jt is the bright day, that brings forth the adder ; 
And that craves wary walking. Crown him ? That ; 
And then, I grant, we put ailing in him, 
That at his will he may do danger with. 
The abufe of greatnefs is, when it disjoins 



Julius Caefar. 23 

Remorfe from power : And, to fpeak truth of Casar, 

I have not known when his affections fway'd 

More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, 

That lowlinefs is young ambition's ladder, 

Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : 

But when he once attains the upmoft round, 

He then unto the ladder turns his back ; 

Looks in the clouds, fcorning the bafe degrees 

By which he did afcend : So Casar may ; 

Then, left he may, prevent. And, fince the quarrel 

Will bear no colour for the thing he is, 

Fafhion it thus ; that what he is, augmented, 

Would run to these, and these extremities : 

And therefore think him as a ferpent's egg, 

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mifchievous; 

And kill him in the fhell. 

Re-enter Lucius. 

Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, fir. 
Searching the window for a flint, I found 
This =}= paper, thus feal'd up ; and, I am fure, 
It did not lye there, when I went to bed. 

BRU. Get you to bed again, it is not day. 
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? 

Luc, I know not, fir. 

ERU. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. 

Luc. I will, fir. [Exit. 

BRU. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, 
Give fo much light, that I may read by them. 

reads\ Brutus thou Jleep'Jl ; awake, and fee thy/elf. 

Shall Rome -f- -t- -f- 4- Speak, Jlrike, redrej's. 

Brutus, thou Jleep'Jl ; awake, 

Such inftigations have been often drop'd, 

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24 Julias Caefar. 

Where I have took them up. 

Shall Rome Thus muft I piece it out ; 

Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe? What, Rome? 

My anceftors did from the ftreets of Rome 

The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. 

Speak, Jfrike, redrefs. Am I entreated 

To fpeak, and ftrike ? O Roma, I make thee promise, 

If the redrefs will follow, thou receiveft 

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. 

Re-enter Lucius. 'within. 

Luc. Sir, March is wafted fourteen days. [Knock 

BRU. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; fomebody knocks. 

[Exit Lucius. 

Since CaJ/ius firft did whet me again ft Ctesar, 
J have not flept. 

Between the a&ing of a dreadful thing, 
And the firft morion, all the interim is 
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : 
The genius, and the mortal inftruments, 
Are then in council ; and the ftate of man, 
Like to a little kingdom, fuffers then 
The nature of an infurreclion. 

Re-enter Lucius. 

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Caffjus at the door, 
Who doth desire to fee you. 

BRU. Is he alone ? 

Luc. No, fir, there are more with him. 

BRU. Do you know them ? 

Luc. No, fir; their hats are pluckt about their ears, 
And half their faces bury'd in their cloaks, 
That by no means I may difcover them 
By any mark of favour. 

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Julius Czefar 2J 

BRV. Let them enter. [Exit Lucius. 

They are the faftion. O confpiracy, 
Sham'ft thou to fhow thy dangerous brow by night, 
When evils are mod free ? O, then, by day, 
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, 
To mafk thy monftrous visage ? Seek none, conspiracy; 
Hide it in fmiles, and affability : 
Fof if thou path, thy native femblance on, 
Not Erebus itfelf were dim enough 
To hide thee from prevention. 

Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, 
METELLUS, ^</TREBONIUS. 

CAS. I think, we are too bold upon your reft : 
Good morrow, Brutus', Do we trouble you ? 

BR u. I have been up this hour ; awake, all night. 
Know I these men, that come along with you ? 

CAS. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here, 
But honours you : and every one doth wiih, 
You had but that opinion of yourfelf, 
Which every noble Reman bears of you. 
This is Trebonius. 

BRU. He is welcome hither. 

CAS. This, Decius Brutus. 

BRU. He is welcome too. [Cimber. 

CAS. This, Cafca; Cinna, this; and this, Metellut 

BRU. They are all welcome. 
What watchful cares do interpose themfelves 
Betwixt your eyes and night ? 

CA s . Shall I entreat a word ? [converfe apart. 

DEC. Here lyes the eaft: Doth not the day break here? 

CAS". No. 

Citf. O, pardon, fir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, 

*S this, Cir.xa 



*6 Julius Casfar. 

That fret the clouds, are meflengers of day. 

CJSM. You mall confefs, that you are both deceiv'd. 
Here, as I point my fword, the fun arises ; 
Which is a great way growing on the fouth, 
Weighing the youthful feason of the year. 
Some two months hence, up higher toward the north 
He firft presents his fire ; and the high eafl 
Stands, as the capitol, direftly here. 

J?RU. Give me your hands all over, one by one. 

Cjts. And let us fwear our resolution. 

BR IT. No, not an oath : If not the face of men, 
The fufferance of our fouls, the time's abufe, 
If these be motives weak, break off betimes, 
And every man hence to his idle bed ; 
So let high-fighted tyranny range on, 
'Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, 
As I am fure they do, bear fire enough 
To kindle cowards, and to Heel with valour 
The melting fpirits of women ; then, countrymen, 
What need we any fpur, but our own cause, 
To prick us to redrefs ? what other bond, 
Than fecret Romans, that have fpoke the word, 
And will not palter ? and what other oath, 
Than honefty to honefty engag'd, 
That this mail be, or we will fall for it ? 
Swear priefts, and cowards, and men cautelous, 
Old feeble carrions, and fuch fuffering fouls 
That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes fwear 
Such creatures as men doubt : but do not ftain 
The even virtue of our enterprise, 
Nor the infuppreflive mettle of our fpirits, 
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, 



Julius Caefar. zj 

Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood, 

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, 

Is guilty of a feveral baftardy, 

If he do break the fmalleft particle 

Of any promise that hath paft from him. 

CAS. But what of Cicero ? Shall we found him ? 
I think, he will ftand very ftrong with us. 

CA$, Let us not leave him out. 

CIN. No, by no means. 

MET. O, let us have him ; for his filver hairs 
Will purchafe us a good opinion, 
And bay men's voices to commend our deeds : 
It mall be faid, his judgment rul'd our hands ; 
Our youths, and wildnefs, ftiall no whit appear, 
But all be bury'd in his gravity. 

BRU. O, name him not : let us not break with him; 
For he will never follow any thing 
That other men begin. 

CAS. Then leave him out. 

CAS'". Indeed, he is not fit. 

DEC. Shall no man elfe be toirch'd, butoniy Cetsar? 

CAS. Dta'us, well urg'd : I think, it is not meet, 

Mark Antony, fo well belov'd of Caesar, 
Should out-live C&sar : We fhall find of him 
A mrewd contriver ; and, you know, his means, 
If he improve them, may well ftretch fo far, 
As to annoy us all : which to prevent, 
Let Antony, and Casar, fall together. 

BRU. Our courfe will leem too bloody, CaiusCaffia; v 
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; 
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards ; 
For Antony is but a limb of Casar. 



28 Julius Caesar. 

Let us be facrificers, but not butchers, Caiitf* 
We all ftand up againft the fpirit of Caesar ; 
And in the fpirit of men there is no blood : 
O, that we then could come by Cottar's fpirit, 
And not difmember C<esar ! But, alas, 
^Ca'sar muft bleed for it : And, gentle friends, 
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ; 
Let's carve him as a dim fit for the gods, 
Not hew him as a carcafs fit for hounds : 
And let our hearts, as fubtle matters do, 
Stir up their fervants to an aft of rage, 
And after feem to chide them. This mail make 
Our purpose neceflkry, and not envious : 
Which fo appearing to the common eyes, 
We fhall be call'd purgers, not murderers. 
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ; 
For he can do no more than C&sar's arm, 
When Ca-sar's head is off. 

Crfs. Yet I too fear him : 
For in the engrafted love he bears to C<esar, 

BRU. Alas, good Caflius, do not think of him : 
If he love Ctesar, all that he can do 
Is to himfelf ; take thought, and dye for Casar : 
And that were much he mould ; for he is given 
To fports, to wildnefs, and much company. 

TKE. There is no fear in him ; let him not dye ; 
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. 

BRU. Peace, count the clock. \Clockfirikes. 

Cjs. The clock hath ftricken three. 

VRE. 'Tis time to part. 

Cjs. But it is doubtful yet, 
Whe'r Catar will come forth to-day, or no ; 



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For he Is fuperftitious grown of late ; 
Quite from the main opinion he held once 
Of fantafy, of dreams, and ceremonies : 
It may be, these apparent prodigies, 
The unaccuftom'd terror of this night> 
And the perfuasion of his augurers, 
May hold him from the capitol to-day. 

DEC. Never fear that : If he be fo resolv'd, 
J can o'er-fvvay him : for he loves to hear, 
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, 
And bears with glafles, elephants with holes, 
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers : 
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers, 
He fays, he does ; being then moft flattered. 
Let me work : 

For I can give his humour the true bent; 
And I will bring him to the capitol. 

CAS. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. 

BRU. By the eighth hour ; Is that the uttermoft ? 

CIN. Be that the uttermoft, and fail not then. 

MET. Caius Ligarius doth bear C<esar hatred, 
Who rated him for fpeaking well of Pompey ; 
I wonder, none of you have thought of him. 

BRU. Now, good Metsllus, go along to him : 
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; 
Send him but hither, and I'll fafhion him. [Brutus;-. 

CAS. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you, 
And, friends, difperfe yourfelves : but all remember 
What you have faid, and (hew yourfelves true Romans. 

BRU. Good gentlemen, look frefh and merrily; 
Let not our looks put on our purposes ; 
Rut bear it as our Roman aftors do, 

*+ along by him 
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3 3 Julius Caesar. 

With untir'd fpirits, and formal conflancy : 
And fo, good morrow to you every one. 

{Exeunt All but BrutUS-. 
Boy ! Lucius ! Faft afleep ? It is no matter ; 
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of {lumber : 
Thou haft no figures, nor no fantafies, 
Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; 
Therefore thou fleep'ft fo found. 

Enter PORTIA. 

Pt>R. Brutus, my lord. [now? 

BRU. Portia, what mean you ? Whetefore rise you 
It is not for your health, thus to commit 
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. 

FOR. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutut, 
Stole from my bed : And yefternight, at fupper, 
You fuddenly arose, and walk'd about, 
Musing, and fighing, with your arms acrofs : 
And when I alk'd you what the matter was, 
You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks : 
I urg'd you further ; then you fcratch'd your head, 
And too impatiently ftamp'd with your foot : 
Yet I infifted, yet you anfwer'd not; 
But, with an angry wafture of your hand, 
Gave fign for me to leave you : So I did ; 
Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience, 
Which feem'd too much enkindl'd ; and, withal, 
Hoping it was but an effecl of humour, 
Which fometime hath his hour with every man. 
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor fleep ; 
And, could it work fo much upon your fhape* 
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, 
I (hould not know you, Brutus* Dear my lord, 



Julius Cesar. gi 

Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. 

BRU. I am not well in health, and that is all. 

POR. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, 
He would embrace the means to come by it. 

BRU. Why, fo I do: Good Portia, go to bed. 

POR. Is Brutus fick ; and is it physical, 
To walk unbraced, and fuck up the humours 
Of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus fick ; 
And will he fteal out of his wholfome bed, 
To dare the vile contagion of the night ? 
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air 
To add unto his ficknefs ? No, my Brutus ; 
You have fome fick offence within your mind, 
Which, by the right and virtue of my place, 
T ought to know of: And, upon my knees, 
I charm you, by my once commended beauty, 
By all your vows of love, and that great vow 
Which did incorporate and make us one, 
That you unfold to me, yourfelf, your half, 
Why you are heavy ; and what men to-night 
Have had resort to you : for here have been 
Some fix or feven, who did hide their faces 
Even from darknefs. 

RU. Kneel not, gentle Portia. [raising her, 

POR. I mould not need, if you were gentle Brutus, 
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Jirutus, 
Is it excepted, I mould know no fecrets 
That appertain to you ? Am I your felf, 
But, as it were, in fort, or limitation; 
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, 
And talk to you fometimes ? Dwell I but in the fuburbs 
Of your good pleasure ? If it be no more, 

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32 Julias Czsar. 

Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. 

BRU. You are my true and honourable wife ; 
As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops 
That visit my fad heart. 

FOR. If this were true, then fhould I know this fecrct, 
I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal, 
A woman that lord Brutus took to wife : 
I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal, 
A woman well-reputed, Ca/c's daughter : 
Think you, I am no flronger than my fex, 
Being fo father'd, and fo husbanded ? 
Tell me your counfels, I will not difclose them : 
I have made ftrong proof of my conftancy, 
Giving myfelf a voluntary wound 
Here, in the thigh : Can [ bear that with patience, 
And not my husband's fecrets ? 

BRU. O ye gods, 

Render me worthy of this noble wife ! [Knock within. 
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; 
And by and by thy bosom (hall partake 
The fecrets of my heart. 
All my engagements I will conftrue to thee, 
All the characlery of my fad brows : 
Leave me with hafte. [Exit PORTIA. 

Enter Lucius, and LIGARIUS. 
Lucius, who's that tfjat knocks ? 

Luc, Here is a fick man, that would fpeak with you. 

BRU. " Caius Ligarius, that Metellui fpake of." 

Boy, ftand afide [Exit Luc.] Caius Ligarius, how ? 

LIG. Vouchfafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. 

BR u. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, 
To wear a kerchief; 'Would you were not fick ! 



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LIG. I am not fick, if Brutus have in hand 
Any exploit worthy the name of honour. 

BRU. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligariut, 
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. 

LIG. By all the gods that Romans bow before, 
I here difcard my ficknefs. Soul of Rome, 
Brave fon, deriv'd from honourable loins, 
Thou, like an exorcift, haft conjur'd up 
My mortified fpirit. Now bid me run, 
And I will ftrive with things impoffible ; 
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do ? 

BRU. A piece of work, that will make fick men whole. 

LIG . But are not fome whole, that we muft make fick ? 

BRU. That muft we alfo. What it is, my Caius, 
I mail unfold to thee, as we are going 
To whom it muft be done. 

LIG. Set on your foot; 
And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you, 
To do I know not what : but it fufficeth, 
That Brutus leads me on. 

BRU. Follow me then. [Exeunt, 

SCENE II. The fame. A Room in Caesar's Palace. 

Thunder and Lightning. Enter C./ESAR. 
CMS. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to- 
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out, [night; 
Help, ho ! They murder Casar. Who's within ? 

Enter a Servant. 
Ser. My lord ? 

C/ES. Go bid the priefts do present facrifice,, 
And bring me their opinions of fuccefs. 

$er. I will, my lord. [Exit Servant. 



34 Julius Caesar. 

Enter CALPHURNIA. [forth? 

CAL. What mean you, Ceesar? Think you to walk 
You fliall not itir out of your houfe to-day. [me 

C&s. Ceesar mall forth : the things that threaten'd 
Ne'er look'd but on my back ; when they ihall fee 
The face of Casar, they are vanilhed. 

CAL. C<esar, I never ftood on ceremonies, 
Yet now they fright me. There is one within, 
Befides the things that we have heard and feen, 
Recounts moft horrid fights feen by the watch. 
A lionefs hath whelped in the ftreets ; 
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead : 
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, 
In ranks, and fquadrons, and right form of war, 
Which drizel'd blood upon the capitol : 
The noise of battle hurtl'd in the air, 
Horfes did neigh, and dying men did groan ; 
And gholts did fhriek, and fqueal about the ftreets. 
O C<esar, these things are beyond all ufe, 
And I do fear them. 

CJES. What can be avoided, 
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods ? 
Yet Ceaar fhall go forth : for these predictions 
Are to the world in general, as to Caaar. 

CAL. When beggars dye, there are no comets feen ; 
The heavens themfelves blaze forth the death of prince- . 

CxES. Cowards dye many times before their deaths ; 
The valiant never tafte of death but once. 
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, 
It feems to me moft flrange that men Ihould fear; 
Seeing that death, a neceffary end, 
Will come, when it will coine. 



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Re-enter Servant. 
What fay the augurers ? 

Ser. They would not have you to flir forth to-day. 
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, 
They could not find a heart within the beaft. 

CMS. The gods do this in fliame of cowardice : 
Ctesar mould be a beaft without a heart, 
Jf he fhould flay at home to-day for fear. 
No, C&sar (hall not : Danger knows full well, 
That Ctesar is more dangerous than he. 
We are two lions litter'd in one day, 
And I the elder and more terrible; 
And Caesar fhall go forth. 

CAL. Alas, my lord, 
Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence. 
Do not go forth to-day : Call it my fear, 
That keeps you in the houfe, and not your own. 
WV11 fend Mark Antony to the fenate-houfe ; 
And he fhall fay, you are not well to-day : 
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. 

CM s . Mark Antony fhall fay, t am not well ; 
And, for thy humour, I will flay at home. 

Enter DECIUS. 
Here's Decius Brutus, he fhall tell them fo. 

DEC. C&sar, all hail ! Good morrow, worthy Ctssar: 
I come to fetch you to the fenate-houfe. 

CMS. And you are come in very happy time, 
To bear my greeting to the fenators, 
And tell them, that I will not come to-day : 
Cannot, is falfe ; and that I dare net, falfer ; 
I will not come to-day, tell them fo, Decins. 

CAI. Say, he is fick. 

" We heare two 



36 Julius Caesar. 

C/ES. Shall C*sar fend a lye? 
Have I in conqueft ftretch'd mine arm fo far, 
To be afear'd to tell gray-beards the truth ? _ 
Deciui, go tell them, Caiar will not come. 

DEC. Moft mighty Casar, let me know fome cause, 
Left I be laugh'd at, when I tell them fo. 

Cxss. The cause is in my will, I will not come ; 
That is enough to fatiffy the fenate. 
But, for, your private fatiffaclion, 
Because I love you, I will let you know. 
Calpburnia here, my wife, flays me at home : 
She dreamt to-night, (he faw my ftatue, sDceitw, 
Which, like a fountain, with a hundred fpouts 
Did run pure blood ; and many lufty Romans 
Came fmiling, and did bath their hands in it : 
And these does me apply for warnings, portents 
Of evils imminent ; and on her knee 
Hath beg'd, that I will ftay at home to-day. 

DfC. This dream is all amifs interpreted ; 
ft was a vision, fair and fortunate : 
Your ftatue fpouting blood in many pipes, 
]n which fo many fmiUng Reanans bath'd, 
Signifies, that from you great Rome fhall fuck 
Reviving blood ; and that great men- fhall prefs 
For tinctures, ftains, relicks, and cognisance. 
This by CalphurnieCs dream is lignity'd. 

Cs. And this way have you well expounded it. 

DEC. I have, when you have heard what I can fay : 
And know it now; The fenate have concluded 
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar. 
If you fhall fend them word, you will not come, 
Their minds may change. Befides, it were a mock 

16 warnings and portents, 17 And evils 



Julius Cjesar. 37 

Apt to be render'd, for fome one to fay, 

Break up the fenate 'till another time, 

When Caesar's nvife Jhall meet with letter dreams. 

If C<fsar hide himfelf, malt they not whifper, 

Lo, Caesar is afraid? 

Pardon me, Ceesar; for my dear, dear, love 

To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; 

And reason to my love is liable. 

CM s . How foolim do your fears feem now, Calphurnia ? 

I am afhamed I did yield to them 

Give me my robe, for I will go :_- [to an Att: 

Enter PUBLIUS, LIGARIUS, BR.UTUS, CASCA, 

CINKA, METELLUS, W TREBONIUS. 
And look where Publius is come to fetch me. 

PUB. Good morrow, Caesar. 

(Lc*. Welcome, Publius.-. 
What, Brutus, are you ftir'd fo early too r _ 
Good morrow, Cafca Caius Ligarius, 
Ceesar was ne'er fo much your enemy, 

As that fame ague which hath made you lean. 

What is't o'clock ? 

BRU. Ca:sar, 'tis ftrucken eight. 

Cys. I thank you for your pains and courtefy. 

Enter ANTONY. 

See ! Antony, that revels long o'nights, 
Is notwithftanding up: Good morrow, Antony. 

ANT. So to moft noble dtsar. 

C&. s. Bid them prepare within : _ [to an Att : 

I am to blame to be thus waited for._ 
Now, Cz/mrf.-_Now, Metellus : What, Trebonius ! 
I have an hour's talk in flore for you ; 
Remember that you call on me to-day : 



38 Julius Cassar. 

Be near me, that I may remember you. 

TRZ. Ceesar, I will : " and fo near will I be, 
" That your befl friends mall wifh I had been further." 

CJES. Good friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with 
And we, like friends, will ftraitway go together, [me ; 

BRU. " That every like is not the fame, o C<esar," 
" The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon." [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Street near the Capitol. 
Enter ARTEMIDORUS. 

ART. [reads.] Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed 
of Caflius ; come not near Cafca ; have an eye to Cinna ; 
truft not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber : 
Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou baft wrong d Caius 
Ligarius. 'There is but one mind in all these men, and 
it is bent againft Caesar : If thou beejl not immortal, look 
about you: Security gives <way to confpiracy. The mighty 
gods defend thee ! 

Thy lover, Artemidorus. 
Here will I ftand, 'till Ceesar pafs along, 
And as a fuitor will I give him this. 
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live 
Out of the teeth of emulation. 
If thou read this, oCtesar, thou may'ft live; 
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit. 

SCENE IV. r he fame. Another Part of the 
fame Street, before Brutus'j Houfe. 

Enter PORTIA, and Lucius. 
FOR. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the fenate-houfe ; 
Stay not to anfwer me, but get thee gone : 
Why doft thou Jlay ? 



Julius Cassar. 39 

Luc. To know my errand, madam. 

Pox. I would have had thee there, and here again, 
Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould'ft do there. 
" O conftancy, be ftrong upon my fide!" 
" Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue ! " 
" I have a man's mind, but a woman's heart." 
"How hard it is, for women to keep counfell"_ 
Art thou here yet ? 

Luc. Madam, what fhould I do ? 
Run 'to the capitol, and nothing elfe ? 
And fo return to you, and nothing elfe ? 

FOR. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, 
For he went fickly forth : And take good note, 
What C<esar doth, what fuitors prefs to him. 
Hark, boy ! what noise is that - ? 

Luc. I hear none, madam. 

FOR. Pr'ythee, liilen well : 
I heard a buftling rumour, like a fray, 
And the wind brings it from the capitol. 

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. 
Enter Soothfayer. 

FOR. Come hither, fellow: 
Which way haft thou been ? 

Seo. At mine own houfe, good lady. 

FOR. What is't o'clock? 

Soo. About the ninth hour, lady, 

FOR. Is Ceesar yet gone to the capitol ? 

Soo. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my Hand, 
To fee him pafs on to the capitol. 

FOR. Thou haft fome fuit to C,?sar, haft thou not? 

Soo. That I have, lady, if it will please C<xsar 
To be fo good to G<esar, as to hear me : 



4o Julius Caesar. 

I (hall befeech him to befriend himfelf. [wards him ? 
POR. Why, know'ft thou any harm's intended to- 
Soo. None that I know will be, much that I fear may 
Good-morrow to you. Here the itreet is narrow: [chance. 
The throng that follows Ctrsar at the heels, 
Of fenators, of prastors, common fuitors, 
Will crowd a feeble man almoft to death : 
I'll get me to a place more void, and there 
Speak to great C<esar as he comes along. [Exit. 

POR. I muft go in. " Ay me! how weak a thing" 
" The heart of woman is ! O Brutus, 'Brutus," 
" The heavens fpeed thee in thine enterprise ! " 
" Sure, the boy heard me :" Brutus hath a fuit, 
That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint :_ 
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ; 
Say, 1 am merry: come to me again, 
And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. 

AC* III. 

SCENEl. 7 he fame. The Capital: 

Senate fitting. In the Entrance, and amid a Throng of 

People, ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothfayer. Flourijh, and 

Enter C^SAR, attended'^ BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, 

CINNA, DECIUS, METELLUS, and TREBONIUS ; 

PO^ILIUS, PUBLIUS, Lepidus, 

Antony, and Gibers. 

C/ES. The ides of March are come. 

Soo. Ay, Ctesar ; but not gone. 

ART. Hail, C&sar! Read this =}= fchedule. 

DEC. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er- read, 



Julius Ca*sar. 41 

At your belt leisure, this =f his humble fuit. 

ART . O, Casar, read mine firft ; for mine's a fuit 
That touches Ccesar nearer : Read it, great Casar. 
C^s. What touches us ourfelf, (hall be laft ferv'd. 
4&r, Delay not, C<esar; read it inftantly. 
CMS. What, is the fellow mad ? 
PUB. Sirrah, give place. 

CAS. What, urge you your petitions in the frreet ? 
Come to the capitol. [Artemidorus is pujtfd 

back, Czesar, and the reft, enter the Senate : 'The 
Senate rises. Popilius prejjes forward to fpeak 
to Czesar ; arid pajfing Caflius, fays, 
Pop, I wifti, to-day your enterprise may thrive. 
CAS. What enterprise, Popilius? 
POP. Fare you well, [leaves him, and joins Caesar. 
BRU. " What faid Popilius Lena?" [thrive." 

CAS. "He wifh'd, to-day our enterprise might 
" I fear, our purpose is difcovered." 

BRU. " Look, how he makes to C<esar: Mark him.'* 
CAS. " Ca/ca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. "_ 
' Brutus, what fliall be done ? If this be known* " 
1 Cajfius, or Ca-sar, never mail turn back, " 
' For I will flay myfelf." 

BRU. " Ca/tus, beconftant:" 
' Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purposes ; " 
' For, look, he fmiles, and C&sar doth not change. " 
CAS. " Trebcmus knows his time; for, look you, 
' He draws Mark Antony out of the way." [Brutus, " 
[Exeunt ANTONY HH^TREBONIUS, con--verfing. 
Caesar takes bis Seat; the Senate, their i : and 
Metellus ad-vances towards Ca;sar. 
DEC. Where is Mtttlluj Cimbsr? Let him go," 



42 Julius Czsar. 

' And presently prefer his fuit to C<esar." 

BRU. " HeisaddrefTd: prefs near, and fecond him." 

Cm. " Ca/ca, you are the firft that rear your hand." 
[The Ccnfpiretors range them/elves about Czsar ; 
Casca, en tk>e right hand of his Chair, behind. 

C^ES. Are we all ready? What is now amifs, 
That Ca-sar, and his fenate, muil redrefs ? [Ctesar, 

MET, Moft high, moft mighty, and moft puiflant 
Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat 
An humble heart : \_proftrating bimfelf. 

CJES. I muft prevent thee, Cimber. 
These couchings, and these lowly courteiles, 
Might fire the blood of ordinary men ; 
And turn pre-ordinance, and firft decree, 
Into the lane of children. Be not fond, 
To think that desar bears fuch rebel blood, 
That will be thaw'd from the true quality 
With that which melteth fools ; I mean, fweet words, 
Low-crooked curt'fies, and bafe fpaniel fawning. 
Thy brother by decree is banifhed: 
If thou doll bend, and pray, and fawn, for him, 
I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way. 
Know, Ctfsar doth not wrong ; nor without cause 
Will he be fatisfy'd. 

MET. Is there no voice, more worthy than my own, 
To found more fweetly in great C&sar's ear, 
For the repealing of my banifti'd brother ? 

BKU. I kifs thy hand, but not in flattery, C<e sar ; 
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may 
Have an immediate freedom of repeal. 

CSEK. What, Brutus! 

C.4S. Paxdon, Casar\ Casar, pardon: 



Julius Caesar. 43 

As low as to thy foot doth Cafftus fall, 
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. 

CMS. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; 
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : 
But I am conftant as the northern ftar ; 
Of whose true-fixt, and refting quality, 
There is no fellow in the firmament. 
The fkies are painted with unnumber'd fparks, 
They are all fire, and every one doth mine ; 
But there's but one in all doth hold his place : 
So, in the world ; 'Tis furnim'd well with men, 
And men are flefh and blood, and apprehenfive ; 
Yet, in the number, I do know but one 
That unavailable holds on his rank, 
Unfhak'd of motion : and, that I am he, 
Let me a little (hew it, even in this ; 
That I was conftant Cimber mould be banifh'd, 
And conftant do remain to keep him fo. 

CIN. Q Caesar, ~ 

C/ES. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? 

DEC. Great C<c:ar, 

CM 5. Doth not Brutus bootlefs kneel ? 

CAS ^, Speak, hands, forme, \Jlabbing him in the 
Neck. Csesar rises, catches at the Dagger, and 
ftruggles --with him : defendshimfelf,fcr a time, 
againjl him, and againji the other Confpirators ', 
but, Jiab'd by Brutus, 

C/ES. //;/, Brute? Then fall, Catsar,. \hefub- 
mits ; muffles up his Face in his Mantle ; falls, 
and dies. Senate in Confu-ion. 

C/iV. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !_ 
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the ftreets. 



44 Julius Csesar. 

CAS. Some to the common pulpits, and cry oat, 
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement ! 

BRU* People, and fenators, be not affrighted ; 
Fly not, ftand ftill : ambition's debt is pay'd. 

CAS"*. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. 

DEC. And Cajpus too. 

ERU. Where's Publius ? 

CIN. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. 

MET. Stand faft together, left Come friend of Ceesar^ 
Should chance 

BR v. Talk not of (landing : _ Publius, good cheer ; 
There is no harm intended to your perfon, 
Nor to no Roman elfe : fo tell them, Publius. 

CAS. And leave us, Publius', left that the people, 
Rufhing on us, mould do your age fome mifchief. 

xu. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed, 

But we the doers. [Exeunt All but Confpiraton. 

Re-enter TREBONIUS. 

CAS. Where's Antony? 

TRE. Fled to his houfe amaz'd : 
Men, wives, and children, ftare, cry out, and run, 
As it were doom's-day. 

BRU. Fates, we will know your pleasures :_ 
That we mall dye, we know ; 'tis but the time, 
And drawing days out, that men ftand upon. 

CAS. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, 
Cuts off fo many years of fearing death. 

BRU. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : 
So are we Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd 

His time of fearing death Stoop, Remans, ftoop, 

And let us bath our hands in C/esar's blood 
Up to the elbows, and befmear our fwords : 



Julius Cxsar. 45 

Then walk we forth, even to the market-place j 
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, 
Let's all cry, Peace, freedom and liberty ! 

CAS, Stoop then, and wafh. How many ages hence, 
Shall this our lofty fcene be adled over, 
In ftates unborn, and accents yet unknown ? 

BRU. How many times (hall C&sar bleed in fport, 
That now on Pompey's bafis lyes along, 
No worthier than the duft ? 

CAS. So oft as that mall be, 
So often mall the knot of us be call'd 
The men that gave their country liberty. 

DEC. What, mail we forth ? 

CAS. Ay, every man away : 
Brutus mall lead ; and we will grace his heels 
With the moft boldeft and beft hearts of Rome. 
Enter a Servant, b. 

BRU. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. 

Ser. Thus, Brutus, ~j~ did my matter bid me kneel; 
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ; 
And, being proftrate, thus he bad me fay. 
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honeft ; 
Casar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : 
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ; 
Say, I fear'd C&sar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. 
If Brutus will vouchfafe, that Antony 
May fafely come to him, and be resolv'd 
How Ccesar hath deserv'd to lye in death, 
Mark Antony mall not love Cessar dead 
So well as Brutus living ; but will follow 
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus, 
Thorough the hazards of this untrod ftate, 

VOL. VIII. D 



46 Julius Caisar. 

With all true faith. So fays my matter Antony. 

BKU. Thy mafter is a wise and valiant Roman ; 
I never thought him worfe. 
Tell him, fo please him come onto this place, 
He lhall be fatiffy'd ; and, by my honour, 
Depart untouch'd. 

Ser. I'll fetch him prefently. [Exit Servant. 

BRU, I know, that we mall have him well to friend. 

Cjts. I wifh, we may : but yet have I a mind 
That fears him much ; and my mifgiving ftill 
Falls fhrewdly to the purpose. 

Re-enter ANTONY. 

BRU. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark An- 

Ayf. O mighty Casar ! Doft thoa lye fo low ? [tony. 
Are all thy conquefts, glories, triumphs, fpoils, 

Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well. 

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, 

Who elfe muft be let blood, who elfe is rank : 

If I myfelf, there is no hour fo fit 

As C<rsar's death's hour ; nor no inftrument 

Of half that worth, as those your fwords, made rich 

With the moft noble blood of all this world. 

I do befeech ye, if you bear me hard, 

Now, whilft your purpl'd hands do reek and fmoak, 

Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, 

I mail not find myfelf fo apt to dye : 

No place will please me fo, no mean of death, 

As here by desar, and by you cut off, 

The choice and mafter fpirits of this age. 

BRU. O Antony, beg not your death of us. 
Though now we muft appear bloody and cruel, 
As, by our hands, and this our present aft, 



Julius Ca?saf. 47 

You fee we do ; yet fee you but our hands, 
And this the bleeding businefs they have done : 
Our hearts you fee not, they are pitiful ; 
And pity to the general wrong of Rome, 
(As fire drives out fire, fo pity, pity) 
Hath done this deed on C<ssar. For your part, 
To you our fwords have leaden points, Murk Antony, 
Our arms no ftrength of malice ; and our hearts, 
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in, 
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. 
CAS. Your voice mall be as ftrong as any man's, 
In the difposing of new dignities. 

BRU. Only be patient, 'till we have appeas'd 
The multitude, befide themfelves with fear, 
And then we will deliver you the cause, 
Why I, that did love Cussar when I ftrook him, 
Have thus proceeded. 

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. 
Let each man render me his bloody hand : 
Firft, Marcus 'Brutus, will I (hake with you ; _ 

Next, Caius Coffins, do I take your hand ; 

Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, MeteUus}. 

Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Cafca, yours; 

Though laft, not leaft in love, yours, good Trebomu>. 

Gentlemen all, alas 1 what (hall I fay ? 

My credit now ftands on fuch flippery ground, 

That one of two bad ways you myft conceit me, 

Either a coward, or a flatterer.-. 

That I did love thee, Caesar, o, 'tis true : 

If then thy fpirit look upon us now, 

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death. 

To fee thy Antony making his peace, 

8 Aimes in ftrength 

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48 Julius Caesar. 

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, 

Moft noble ! in the presence of thy corfe ? 

Had I as many eyes as thou haft wounds, 

Weeping as faft as they ftream forth thy blood, 

It would become me better, than to close 

In terms of friendfhip with thine enemies. 

Pardon me, Julius! Here waft thou bay'd, brave hart; 

Here didft thou fall ; and here thy hunters ftand, 

Sign'd in thy fpoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. _ 

O world, thou waft the foreft to this hart ; 

And this, indeed, o world, the heart of thee. __ 

How like a deer, ftrooken by many princes, 

Doft thou here lye ? 

Cxs. Mark Antony i 

Aur. Pardon me, Caius Caffius : 
The enemies of C&sar (hall fay this ; 
Then, in a friend, it is cold modefty. 

CA s . I blame you not for praising Ctesar fo ; 
But what compaft mean you to have with us ? 
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends ; 
Or mall we on, and not depend on you ? 

AKT . Therefore I took your hands ; but was, indeed, 
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on C<esar. 
Friends am I with you all, and love you all ; 
Upon this hope, that you (hall give me reasons, 
Why, and wherein, Ctfsar was dangerous. 

BRU. Or elfe were this a favage fpeftacle : 
Our reasons are fo full of good regard, 
That were you, Antony, the fon of Cttjar, 
You mould be fatisfy'd. 

JNI-. [That's all I feek : 
And am moreover fuitor, that I may 

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Julius Caesar. 49 

Produce his body to the market-place ; 
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, 
Speak in the order of his funeral. 
BRU. You mail, Mark Antony. 
CAS, Brutus, a word with you. 
You know not what you do ; Do not content, " 
' That Antony fpeak in his funeral : " 
' Know you how much the people may be mov'd " 
' By that which he will utter?" 

BRU. " By your pardon; 
' I will myfelf into the pulpit firft, " 
' And mew the reason of our C&sar's death : " 
' What Antony fhall fpeak, I will proteft " 
' He fpeaks by leave and by permiflion ; " 
' And that we are contented, C<esar mall " 
' Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies." 
' It mail advantage more, than do us wrong. " 
CAS. " I know not what may fall; I like it not." 
BRU. Mark Antony, here, take you Ctesar's body. 
You mail not in your funeral fpeech blame us, 
But fpeak all good you can devise of Ctesar-, 
And fay, you do't by our permiflion ; 
Elfe mall you not have any hand at all 
About his funeral : And you mail fpeak 
In the fame pulpit whereto I am going, 
After my fpeech is ended. 

ANT. Be it fo ; 
I do desire no more. 

BRU. Prepare the body then, and follow us. 

[Exeunt All but Antony. 

ANT. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, 
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! 



5 Julius Caesar. 

Thou art the ruins of the nobleft man 

That ever lived in the tide of times. 

Woe to the hand that fhed this coftly blood ! 

Over thy wounds now do I prophefy, 

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, 

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ; 

A curfe fhall light upon the limbs of men ; 

Pomeftic fury, and fierce civil ftrife, 

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : 

Blood and definition mail be fo in ufe, 

And dreadful objects fo familiar, 

That mothers mall but fmile, when they behold 

Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war ; 

All pity choak'd with cuftom of fell deeds : 

And Ctesar's fpirit, ranging for revenge, 

With Ate by his fide, come hot from hell, 

Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, 

Cry, Havock, and let flip the dogs of war ; 

That this foul deed (hall fmell above the earth 

With carrion men, groaning for burial 

Enter a Servant, c. 
You ferve } flavins Carsar, do you not ? 

Ser. I do, Mark Antony. 

Avr. Cefsar did write to him, to come to Rome. 

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming : 
And bid me fay to you by word of mouth, 
O Cottar ! [Seeing the Body. 

ANT. Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep. 
Paffion, I fee, is catching ; for mine eyes, 
Seeing those beads of forrow ftand in thine, 
Began to water. Is thy matter coming ? 

Ser. He lies to-night within feven leagues of Rome. 



Julius Caesar. 51 

Avt. Foil back with (peed, and tell him what hath 
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome : [chanc'd : 
No Rome of fafety for Qclavius yet j 
Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet, ftay a while ; 
Thou malt not back, 'till I have born this corfe 
Into the market-place : there mall I try, 
fn my oration, how the people take 
The cruel iffue of these bloody men ; 
According to the which, thou fhalt difcourfe 
To young Oeiavius of the ftate of things. 
Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with the Body. 

SCENE II. r be fame. The Forum. 
Enter a Throng of Citizens, tumultuoufly ; 

BRUTUS, and CASSIUS. 
Cit. We will be fatiffy'd ; let us be fatiffy'd. 
BRU. Then follow me, and give me audience, 
Coffins, go you into the other ftreet, [friends. _ 

And part the numbers. 

Those that will hear me fpeak, let them flay here j 
Those that will follow Caffius, go with him ; 
And publick reasons mail be rendered 
Of Ctesar's death. 

1 . C. I will hear Brutus fpeak. 

2. C. I will hear Crf^zw ; and compare their reasons, 
When feverally we hear them rendered. 

[Exit CASSIUS, with fame of the Ciligevs : 
Brutus goes into the Ro/Irum. 

3 . C. The noble Brutus is afcended : Silence. 
BRU. Be patient 'till the laft. Reman:, 

countrymen , and lovers, hear me for my cause ; 
and be filent, that you may he.ar : believe me for 

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52 Julius Caesar. 

mine honour ; and have refpeft to mine honour, that 
you may believe : cenfure me in your wisdom ; and 
awake your fenfes, that you may the better judge. 
If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of 
C<?sar's, to him I fay, that Brutus' love to Caesar 
was no lefs than his : If then that friend demand, 
why Brutus rose againft C&sar, this is my anfwer, 
Not that I lov'd C*sar lefs, but that I lov'd Rente 
more. Had you rather Cecsar were living, and dye 
all flaves ; than that C&sar were dead, to live all free 
men ? As Cresar lov'd me, I weep for him ; as he 
was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I 
honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I flew him : 
There is tears, for his love ; joy, for his fortune ; 
honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. 
Who is here fo bafe, that would be a bondman ? If 
any, fpeak ; for him have I offended. Who is here 
fo rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, fpeak ; 
for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that 
will not love his country ? If any, fpeak ; for him 
have I offended. I pause for a reply. 

Cit. None, Brutus, none. 

BRU. Then none have I offended. I have done no 
more to Cefsar, than you mall do to Brutus. The 
queftion of his death is enroll'd in the capitol : his 
glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor 
his offences enforc'd, for which he fuffered death. 
Enter ANTONY, and certain of bis Houfe, 

bearing Cassar's body. 

Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony : who, 
though he had no hand in his death, mail receive 
the benefit of his dying, a place in the common- 



Julius Caesar. 53 

wealth; As which of you (hall not ? With this I de- 
part ; That, as I flew my beft lover for the good of 
Rome, I have the fame dagger for myfelf, when it mall 
please ny country to need my death. [comes do-T.cn. 
Cit. Live, Brutus, live, live ! 

1. C. Bring him with triumph home unto his houfe. 

2. C. Give him a ftatue with his anceftors. 

3. C. Let him be C&sar.. 

4. C. Caesar's better parts 

Shall note be crown'd in Brutus. [clamours. 

i . C. We'll bring him to his houfe with fhouts and 

BRU. My countrymen, 

2. C. Peace; filence ; Brutus fpeaks. 

i. C. Peace, ho. 

BRU. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, 
And, for my fake, flay here with Antony : 
Do grace to Cesar's corps, and grace his fpeech 
Tending to Caesar's glories ; which Mark .Antony 
By our permiffion is allow'd to make. 
I do entreat you, not a man depart, 
Save I alone, 'till Antony have fpoke. 



i. C. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony. 

3. C. Let him go up into the publick chair ; 
We'll hear him : _ Noble Antony, go up. 

ANT. For Brutus' fake, I am beholding to you. 

[goes up. 

4. C. What does he fay of Brutus ? 

3. C. He fays, for BrutuS fake, 
He finds himfelf beholding to us all. 

4. C. 'Twere beft he fpeak no harm of Brutus here. 
i . C. This Ccesar was a tyrant. 



54 Julius Cassar. 

3. C. Nay, that's certain : 
We are mod bleft, that Rome is rid of him. 

2. C. Peace; let us hear what Antony can fay. 

j4NT. You gentle Romans, 

Cit. Peace, ho ; let us hear him. [ears ; 

ANT. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your 
I come to bury Ceesar, not to praise him : 
The evil, that men do, lives after them ; 
The good is oft interred with their bones ; 
So let it be with Casar. The noble Brutus 
Hath told you, Ccesar was ambitious : 
If it were fo, it was a grievous fault ; 
And grievoufly hath Ctesar anfwer'd it. 
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft, 
(For Brutus is an honourable man ; 
So are they all, all honourable men) 
Come I to fpeak in Caesar's funeral. 
He was my friend, faithful and juft to me : 
But Brutus fays, he was ambitious ; 
And Brutus is an honourable man. 
He hath brought many captives home to Rome, 
Whose ranfoms did the general coffers fill : 
JDid this in Ctesar feem ambitious r 
When that the poor have cry'd, Caesar hath wept ; 
Ambition mould be made of fterner fluff: 
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious ; 
And Brutus is an honourable man. 
You all did fee, that, on the Lupercal, 
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 
Which he did thrice refuse : Was this ambition ? 
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious ; 
And, fure, he is an honourable man. 



Julius Caesar. 55 

I fpeak not to difprove what Brutus fpoke, 

But here I am to fpeak what I do know. 

You all did love him once, not without cause ; 

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?_ 

judgment, thou art fled to brutiih beads, 
And men have loft their reason ! Bear with me ; 
My heart is in the coffin there with Casar, 

And I muft pause 'till it come back to me. 

1. C. Methinks, there is much reason in his fayings. 

2. C. If thou coniider rightly of the matter, 
Ceesar has had great wrong. 

3 . C. Has he mg matters ? 

1 fear, there will a worse come in his place. [crown; 

4. C. Mark'd ye his words ? he would not take the 
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 

i.C. If it be found fo, fome will dear abide it. 

2. C. Poor foul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 

3. C. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony. 

4. C. Now mark him, he begins again to fpeak. 
JNT. But yefterday the word of Ceesar might 

Have Hood againft the world : now lyes he there, 
And none fo poor to do him reverence. 

matters, if I were difpos'd to ftir 
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 

1 mould do Brutus wrong, and Coffins wrong, 
Who, you all know, are honourable men : 

I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose 

To wrong the dead, to wrong myfelf, and you, 

Than I will wrong fuch honourable men. 

But here's "|" a parchment, with the feal of C<fiar, 

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : 

Let but the commons hear this tettament, 



56 Julius Cssar. 

(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) 
And they would go and kifs dead Cesar's wounds, 
And dip their napkins in his facred blood ; 
Nay, beg a hair of him for memory, 
And, dying, mention it within their wills, 
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, 
Unto their iflue. 

4. C. We'll hear the will ; _ Read it, Mark Antony. 

Cit. The will, the will ; we will hear C&sar's will. 

Aw?. Have patience, gen tie friends, I muft not read it; 
It is not meet you know how C&sar lov'd you. 
You are not wood, you are not ftones, but men ; 
And, being men, hearing the will of C&sar, 
I will enflame you, it will make you mad : 
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; 
For if you fhould, O, what would come of it ? 

4. C. Read the will ; we will hear it, Antony ; 
You {hall read us the will ; Cesar's will. 

Axr. Will you be patient ? Will you (lay a while ? 
I have o'er-fhot myfelf, to tell you of it. 
I fear, I wrong the hpnourable men, 
Whose daggers have ftab'd Co-tar ; I do fear it. 

4. C. They were traitors : Honourable men ! 

Cit. The will, the teftament ! 

2. C. They were villains, murderers: The will; 
read the will. 

ANT. You will compel me then to read the will ' 
Then make a ring about the corps of C<esar, 
And let me fhew you him that made the will : 
Shall I defcend ? And will you give me leave ? 

Cit. Come down. 

2. C. Defceod. 



Julius Ciesar. 57 

3. C. You (hall have leave. [becomes down. 

4; C. A ring ; 
Stand round. 

1. C. Stand from the hearfe, ftand from the body. 

2. C. Room for Antony; moft noble Antony. 
ANT. Nay, prefs not fo upon me ; ftand far off. 
Cit. Stand back, room ; bear back. 

ANT. If you have tears, prepare to fhed them now. 
You all do know this ~f~ mantle : I remember 
The firft time ever Ceesar put it on j 
'Twas on a fummer's evening, in his tent ; 
That day he overcame the Nervii : 
Look, in this place ran Coffins' dagger through : 
See, what a rent the envious Cafca made : 
Through this the well-beloved Brutus ftab'd; 
And, as he pluck'd his curfed fteel away, 
Mark how the blood of Ca?sar follow'd it ; 
As rufhing out of doors, to be resolv'd 
If Brutus fo unkindly kuock'd, or no. 
For Brutus, as you know, was C&sar's angel : 
Judge, o you gods, how dearly Ceesar lov'd him ! 
This was the moft unkindeft cut of all : 
For when the noble Ctesar faw him ftab, 
Ingratitude, more ftrong than traitors' arms, 
Quite vanquifh'd him : then burft his mighty heart; 
And, in his mantle muffling up his face, 
Even at the bafe of Pompey's, ftatue, 
Which all the while ran blood, great Casar fell. 
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! 
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 
Whilft bloody treason flourifh'd over us. 
O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel 



58 Julius Csesaiv 

The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. 
Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold 
Our C&sar's vefture wounded ? Look you here, 
Hereof is himfelf, mar'd, as you fee, with traitors. 

1 . C. O piteous fpedacle ! 

2. C. O noble C<ssar ! 

3. C. O woeful day! 

4. C. O traitors, villains ! 

1. C. O 

Moft bloody fight ! 

2. C. We'll be reveng'd : Revenge ; 
About, feek, burn, fire, kill, flay; 
Let not a traitor live. 

Ayr. Stay, countrymen. 

1 . C. Peace there, hear the noble Antony. 

2. C. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll dye 
with him. [up 

AWT, Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftiryou 
To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny. 
They, that have done this deed, are honourable; 
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, 
That made them do it ; they are wise, and honourable, 
And will, no doubt, with reasons anfwer you. 
I come not, friends, to fteal away your hearts ; 
I am no orator, as Brutus is : 
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, 
That love my friend ; and that they know full well, 
That gave me publick leave to fpeak of him. 
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, 
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of fpeech, 
To ftir men's blood : I only fpeak right on ; 
I tell you that, which you yourfelves do know j 



Julius Czesar. 59 

Shew you fweetC^/ar's wounds,poor,poor,dumb mouths, 
And bid them fpeak for me: But were I Brutus, 
And Brutui Antony, there were an Antony 
Would ruffle up your (pints, and put a tongue 
In every wound of C<esar, that (hould move 
The ftones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 
Cit. We'll mutiny. 

1 . C. We'll burn the houfe of Erutus. 

3. C. Away then, come, feek the confpirators. 

AVT. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me fpeak. 

Cit. Peace, ho ; hear Antony, moft noble Antony. 

ANT. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: 
Wherein hath Ctesar thus deserv'd your loves ? 
Alas, you know not ; I muft tell you then : 
You have forgot the will I told you of. 

Cit. Moft true ; the will, let's ftay and hear the will. 

AN*. Here is the will, ~f~ and under CtfsaSs feal. 
To every Roman citizen he gives, 
To every feveral man, leventy five drachmas. 

2. d Moft noble Ceesar ! We'll revenge his death. 

3 . C. O royal Carsar .' 

ANT. Hear me with patience. 

Cit. Peace, ho. 

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, 
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, 
On this fide Tiber ; he hath left them you> 
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, 
To walk abroad, and recreate yourfelves. 
Here was a C&sar : When comes fuch another ? 

J.C. Never, never : _ Come, come, away : 
We'll burn his body in the holy place, 
And with the brands fire all the traitors' house.-. 



60 Julius Cxsar. 

Take up the body. 

2. C. Go, fetch fire. 

3. C. Pluck down 
"5TIJC benches. 

4. C. Pluck down forms, tbe windows, any thing. 

[Exeunt Citizens, with the Body. 

An?. Now let it work : Mifchief, thou art a-foot, 
Take thou what courfe thou wilt. 

Enter Servant, c. 
How now, fellow ? 

Set: Sir, Otfavius is already come to Rome. 

AK-T. Where is he ? 

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's houfe. 

ANT. And thither will I ftraight to visit him : 
He comes upon a wifii. Fortune is merry, 
And in this mood will give us any thing. 

Ser. I heard them fay, Brutus and Caffius 
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 

ANT. Belike, they had fome notice of the people, 
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Qciaviu*. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Street. 

Enter CINNA the Poet. 

C{N, I dreamt to-night, that I did feaft with Caesar, 
And things unlucky charge my fantafy : 
I have no will to wander forth of doors, 
Yet fomething leads me forth. 

Enter Citizens. 

1 . C. What is your name ? 

2. C. Whither are you going ? 

3. C. Where do you live ? 

4. C. Are you a marry'd man, or a batchelorr 

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Julius Caesar. Oi 

2. C. Anfwer every man dire&ly. 

1. C. Ay, and briefly. 
4. C. Ay, and wisely. 

3. C. Ay, and truly, you were beft. 

CIN. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where 
do I dwell ? Am I a marry'd man, or a batchelor ? Then 
to anfwer every man direftly, and briefly, wisely, and 
truly. Wisely I fay, I am a batchelor. 

2. C. That's as much as to fay, they are fools that 
marry : _ You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear : Pro- 
ceed, direftly. 

CIN. Direftly, lam going to C<esar'$ funeral. 

i.C. As a friend, or an enemy ? 

CIN. As a friend. 

2. C. That matter is anfwer'd direftly. 

4. C. For your dwelling, briefly ? 
CIN. Briefly, I dwell by the capitol. 

3. C. Your name, fir, truly ? 
CIN. Truly, my name is Cinna. 

i . C. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. 
CIN. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 

4. C. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad 
CIN. I am not Cinna the confpirator. [verfes. 
4. C. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck but 

his name out of his heart, and turn him going, [brands : 
3. C. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho, fire- 
To Brutus\ to Cajfius 1 ; burn all : Some to Decius* houfe, 
and fome to Cafca's ; fome to Ligarius* : away ; go. 

ACT: iv. 

SCENE I. We fame. A Room in Antony'i Houfe. 
VOL. VIII. K 



6z Julias Caesar. 

Enter ANTONY,. OCTAVIUS, 

[prick'd. 

Ax*. These many ~\ then mall dye ; their names are 

Ocr. Your brother too muft dye ; Confent you, Le- 

LZP. I do confent : [fidus ? 

OCT. Prick him down, Antony. 

LEP. Upon condition Publius fliall not live, 
Who is your lifter's fon, Mark Antony, 

Ayr. He (hall not live ; look, with a fpot I damn him 
But, Lcpidus, go you to Cesar's honfe ; 
Fetch the will hither, and we mall determine 
How to cut off Tome charge in legacies. 

LEP. What, mail I find you here ? 

OCT. Or here, or at thecapitol. [Exit LEPIDVS. 

ANT. This is a flight, unmeritable man, 
Meet to be fent on errands : Is it fit, 
The three-fold world divided, he mould Hand 
One of the three to mare it ? 

OCT. So you thought him ; 

And took his voice who mould be prkk'd to dye, 
In our black fentence and profcription. 

AVT. Ofiaviuiy 1 have feen more days than you : 
And though we lay these honours on this man, 
To ease ourfelves of divers fland'rous loads, 
He mall but bear them as the afs bears gold, 
To groan and fweat under the businefs, 
Either led or driven, as we point the way ; 
And having brought our treasure where we will, 
Then take we down his load, and turn him off, 
Like to the empty afs, to make his ears, 
And graze in commons. 

Ocr. You may do your will, 



Julius Caesar. 65 

But he's a try'd and valiant foldier. 

ANT. So is my horfe, Oflavius ; and, for that, 
I do appoint him ftore of provender : 
It is a creature that I teach to fight, 
To wind, to flop, to run diredly on ; 
His corporal motion govern'd by my fpirit. 
And, in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo ; 
He muft be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : 
A barren -fpirited fellow ; one that feeds 
On abjeft orts, and imitations ; 
Which, out of ufe, and flal'd by other men, 
Begin his fafhion : Do not talk of him, 
But as a property. And now, Qftaijiut, 
Liften great things. Brutus and Cajfius 
Are levying powers : we muft ftraight make head : 
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd, 
Our beft friends made, our beft means ftretch'd ; 
And let us presently go fit in council, 
How covert matters may be beft difclos'd, 
And open perils fureft anfwered. 

OCT. Let us do fo : for we are at the flake, 
And bay'd about with many enemies; 
And fome, that fmile, have in their hearts, I fear, 
Millions of mifchiefs. [Exeunt. 

S CE NE II. Camp near Sardis. 
Before Brutus'.; Tent, Enter BRUTUS, and Forces ; 

Lucius, and Others, attending: 

BRU. Stand, ho. [to his Officers, entering, 

to him, L u c I L I u S > nuitb Soldiers ; 

PINDARUS, rtWTitinius. 
Luc, Give the word, ho, and {land, [to his Party- 

IT3 On Objeas, Arts, and 

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64 Julius Cxtar. 

BRV. What now, Lucilius? is Coffitu near ? 

Luc. He is at hand ; and Pindar -us is come 
To do you falutation from his matter. 

[presenting Pindarus, <who gives a Letter. 

BRV. He greets me well. Your mafter, Pindarus, 
In his own charge, or by ill officers, 
Hath given me fome worthy cause to wifh 
Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, 
I fhall be fatiffy'd. 

PIN. I do not doubt, 
But that my noble mafter will appear 
Such as he is, fall of regard, and honour. 

BRV. He is not doubted. " A word, Lucilius ;" 
" How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. " 

Lvc. " With courtefy, and with refpeft enough; " 
' But not with fuch familiar inftances, " 
' Nor with fuch free and friendly conference, " 
< As he hath us'd of old. " 

BRU. " Thou haft defcrib'd " 
' A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Luei/ius, " 
' When love begins to ficken and decay," 
' It useth an enforced ceremony. " 
' There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith : " 
' But hollow men, like horfes hot at hand, " 
' Make gallant fhew and promise of their mettle ;" 
' But when they mould endure the bloody fpur," 
' They fall their crefts, and, like deceitful jades, " 
' Sink in the trial. Comes his army on r " 

Luc . " They mean this night in Sard's to be quarter'd ; 
' The greater part, the horfe in general, " 
' Are come with Caffius." [March ivithin. 

BRV. Hark, he is arriv'd :_ 

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Julius Caesar. 65 

March gently on to meet him. [March. 

Enttr C A s s I u s , and Forces. 

CAS. Stand, ho. [to bit Officers, entering, 

BRU. Stand: [to bis.'] Speak the word along. 

i.O. Stand. 

2. O. Stand. 

3.0. Stand. 

CAS. Moft noble brother, you have done me wrong. 

BRU. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies ? 
And, if not fo, how mould I wrong a brother ? 

CAS. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs; 
And when you do them, 

BRU. Cajfius, be content, 
Speak your griefs foftly, I do know you well : 
Before the eyes of both our armies here, 
Which mould perceive nothing but love from us, 
Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; 
Then in my tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs. 
And I will give you audience. 

CAS. Pindar us i 

Bid our commanders lead their charges off 
A little from this ground. 

BRU. Lucilius, 

Do you the like ; and let no man, C,uriliu0, 
Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference. 
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Within the rent. 
Lucius, and Titinius, at the Door : 

/<?r BRUTUS, a^CASsius. 
CA s . That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this : 
YOU have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pel/a, 



65 Julius Caesar. 

For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; 
Wherein, my letter, praying on his fide, 
Because I knew the man, was flighted of. 

BRU, You wrong'd yourfelf, to write in fuch a cafe. 

Cjis. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet 
That every nice offence fhould bear his comment. 

BRU. 8nfc let me tell you, Caflius, you yourfelf 
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ; 
To fell and mart your offices for gold, 
To undeservers. 

C*s. I an itching palm ? 
You know, that you are Brutus that (peak this, 
Or, by the gods, this fpeech were elfe your lalt. 

BRU. The name of Coffins honours this corruption, 
And chaftisement doth therefore hide his head. 

CAS. Chaftisement! 

BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember : 
Did not great 'Julius bleed for juftice' fake ? 
What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, 
And not for juftice? What, (hall one of us, 
That ftruck the foremoft man of all this world, 
But for fupporting robbers ; ftiall we now 
Contaminate our fingers with bafe bribes ? 
And fell the mighty fpace of our large honours 
For fo much trafti, as may be grafped thus ? 
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, 
Than fuch a Roman. 

CAS. Brutus, bay not me, 
I'll not endure it : you forget yourfelf, 
To hedge me in ; I am a foldier, I, 
Older in practice, abler than yourfelf 
To make conditions. 

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Julias Caesar, 67 

BRV-. Go to ; you are not Caffius. 

CAS. I am. 

BRU. I fay, you are not, 

CAS. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myfelf; 
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. 

BRU. Away, flight man ! 

CAS. Is't poflible ? 

BRU. Hear me, for I will fpeak. 
Muft I give way and room to your ram choler ? 
Shall I be frighted, when a madman flares ? 

Cjs. O ye gods, ye gods ! Muft I endure all this ? 

BRU . All this ? Ay, more : Fret, 'till your proud heart 
Go, mew your flaves how cholerick you are, [break ; 
And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge ? 
Muft I observe you ? Muft I ftand and crouch 
Under your tefty humour ? By the gods, 
You fhall digeft the venom of your fpleen, 
Though it do fplit you : for, from this day forth, 
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, 
When you are wafpifh. 

CAS. Is it come to this ? 

BRU. You fay, you are a better foldier : 
Let it appear fo ; make your vaunting true, 
And it fhall please me well : For mine own part, 
J fhall be glad to learn of noble men. 

CAS. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus\ 
I faid, an elder foldier, not a better : 
Did I fay, better ? 

BRU. If you did, I care not. [me. 

CAS. When Co>sar\iv'd, he durft not thus havemov'd 

BRU. Peace, peace; you durft Hot fo have tempted 

CAS, I durft not? [him. 



68 Julius Caesar, 

RV. No. 

CAS. What, durft not tempt him ? 

BRU. For your life you durft not. 

CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love, 
1 may do that I mall be forry for, 

BRU. You have done that you mould be forry for. 
There is no terror, CaJ/ius, in your threats ; 
For I am arm'd fo ftrong in honefty, 
That they pafs by me, as the idle wind, 
Which I refpeft not. I did fend to you 
For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me; 
For I can raise no money by vile means : 
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, 
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring 
From the hard hands of peasants their vile tralh, 
By any indirection. I did fend 
To you for gold to pay my legions, 
Which you deny'd me : Was that done like Caffius ? 
Should I have anfwer'd Caius Cajjlut fo ? 
When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous, 
To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends, 
Be ready, gods, with all your thunder-bolts, 
Dam him to pieces ! 

CAS. I deny'd you not. 

BRU. You did. 

CAS. I did not: he was but a fool, [heart : 

That brought my anfwer back, Brutus hath riv'd my 
A friend mould bear his friend's infirmities, 
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. 

BRU. I do not, 'till you pra&ife them on me. 

CAS. You love me not. 

BRU. I do not like your faults. 



Julius Caesar. 69 

CAS. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. 

BRU. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear 
As huge as high Olympus. 

CAS. Come, Antony, and, young Oflavius, come, 
Revenge yourfelves alone on Cajfiui, 
For Cajjlus is aweary of the world : 
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother ; 
Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults observ'd, 
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and con'd by rote, 
To caft into my teeth. O, I could weep 
My fpirit from mine eyes. There is ~j~ my dagger, 
And here")" my naked breaft ; within, a heart 
Dearer than Plutus* mine, richer than gold : 
If that thou beeft a Roman, take it forth ; 
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart : 
Strike, as thou did'ft at Carsar ; for, I know, 
When thou did'ft hate him worft, thou lov'dft him better 
Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius. 

BRU. Sheath your dagger : 
Be angry when you will, it mall have fcope ; 
Do what you will, dimonour fhall be humour. 
O Cajfius, you are yoked with a lamb, 
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire ; 
Who, much enforced, fhews a hafty fpark, 
And ftraight is cold again. 

CAS. Hath C^zu liv'd 
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, 
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him ? 

BRV. When I fpoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. 

CAS. Do you confefs fo much ? Give me your hand. 

BRU. And my heart too. 

CAS. O Brutus, 



76 Julius Caesar. 

BRU. What's the matter ? 

CAS. Have you not love enough to bear with me, 
When that rafh humour, which my mother gave me, 
Makes me forgetful ? [Neise within, 

BKU. Yes, Caffius; and, henceforth, 
"When you are over-earneft with your Brutus, 
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo. 

Poet, [within] Let me go in to fee the generals ; 
There is fome grudge between them, 'tis not meet 
They be alone. 

Luc. [at the Door.] You (hall not come to them. 

Poet, [within.] Nothing but death mall Hay me. 
Eater Poet. 

CAS. How now r What's the matter? 

Poet. For mame, you generals ; What do you mean ? 
Love, and be friends, as two fuch men mould be ; 
For I have feen more years, I'm fure, than ye. 

CAS. Ha, ha ; how vilely does this cynick rhime I 

BRU. Get you hence, firrah } faucy fellow, hence. 

CAS. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fafhion. 

BR u. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time : 
What mould the wars do with these jingling fools ? _ 
Companion, hence. 

CAS. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet. 

Enter Lucilius, and Titinius. 

BRU. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders 
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. [you 

CAS. And come yourfelves, and bring Meffala with 
Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius, and Titinius. 

BRU. Lucius, a bowl of wine. [;/ Lucius. 

CAS. I did not think, you could have been fo angry. 

BRU. O Cajfius, I am fick of many griefs. 

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Julius Caesar. 71 

CAS. Of your philofophy you make no ufe, 
If you give place to accidental evils. 

BRU. No man bears forrow better Portia is dead. 

CAS. Ha! Portia? 

BRU. She is dead. 

CA s. How 'fcap'd I killing, when I crofFd you fo ?__ 

infupportable and touching lofs ! 

Upon what ficknefs ? 

BRU. Impatient of my abfence ; 
And grief, that young Ofla-vius with Mark dniony 
Have made themfelves fo ftrong ; for with her death 
That tidings came ; With this ihe fell diftraft, 
And, her attendants abfent, fwallow'd fire. 

CAS. And dy'dfo? 

BR u. Even fo. 

CAS. O ye immortal gods ! 

Re - enter Lucius, *wit b Wine, and Tapers. 

BRV. Speak no more of her Give me a bowl of wine :_ 
In this I bury all unkindnefs, Caffius. [drinks. 

CAS. My heart is thirfty for that noble pledge :_ 
Fill, Lucius, 'till the wine o'er-fwell the cup ; 

1 cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [drinks. 

Re-enter TITIICIUS, 'with MESSALA. 

BR u. Come in, Titinius :_ Welcome, good Mejffala. _ 
Now fit we clofe about this taper here, 
And call in queftion our neceffities. 

CAS. " Portia ! art thou gone ? " 

BRU. "No more, I pray you."_ 
Mefa/a, I have here ~f received letters, 
That young Oflavius, and Mark Antony, 
Come down upon us with a mighty power, 
Bending their expedition towards Philippi. 



72 Julius Catsar. 

MES. Myfelf have letters of the felf-fame tenour. 

BRU. With what addition ? 

MES. That by profcription, and bills of out-lawry, 
Oflavrus, Antony, and Lepidus, 
Have put to death a hundred fenators. 

BKU. Therein our letters do not well agree; 
Mine fpeak of feventy fenators, that dy'd 
By their profcriptions, Cicero being one. 

Cjts. Cicero one ? 

MES. 3p, Cicero is dead, 
And that by order of profcription 
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ? 

BRU. No, MeJ/ala. 

MES. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? 

BRU. Nothing, MeJJala. 

MES. That, methinks, is ftrange. 

BRU. Why afk you ? Hear you ought of her in yours ? 

MES. No, my lord. 

BRU. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. 

MES. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell ; 
For certain fhe is dead, and by ftrange manner. 

BRU. Why, farewel, Portia We muft dye, MeJ/ala: 

With meditating that fhe muft dye once, 
J have the patience to endure it now. 

MES. Even fo great men great lofles mould endure. 

Cjs. I have as much of this in art as you, [to Bru. 
But yet my nature could not bear it fo. 

Bu. Well, to our work alive. What do you think 
Of marching toPbilippi presently? 

Cjts. I do not think it good. 

BRU. Your reason? 

Cjs. This it is: 

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'Tis better that the enemy feek us : 
So fhall he wafte his means, weary his foldiers, 
Doing himfelf offence ; whilft we, lying ftill, 
Are full of reft, defence, and nimblenefs. 

BR u. Good reasons muft, offeree, give place to better. 
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, 
Do ftand but in a forc'd affeftion ; 
For they have grudg'd us contribution : 
The enemy, marching along by them, 
By them (hall make a fuller number up, 
Come on refrefh'd, new-added, and encourag'd ; 
From which advantage (hall we cut him off, 
If at Philippi we do face him there, 
These people at our back. 

CAS. Hear me, good brother. 

BRU. Under your pardon. You muft note befide, 
That we have try'd the utmoft of our friends, 
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe ; 
The enemy increafeth every day, 
We, at the height, are ready to decline. 
There is a tide in the affairs of men, 
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; 
Omitted, all the voyage of their life 
Is bound in mallows, and in miseries. 
On fuch a full fea are we now afloat ; 
And we muft take the current when it ferves, 
Or lose our ventures. 

Cjs. Then, with your will, go on ; 
We'll on ourfelves, and meet them at Philippi. 

BRU. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, 
And nature muft obey neceflity ; 
Which we will niggard with a little reft. 

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74 Julius Caesar. 

There is no more to fay ? 

CAS. No more. Good night : 
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. \Meffala : _ 

BRV. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Luc.] Farewel, good 

Good night, Titinixs : Noble, noble CaJJius, 

Good night, and good repose. 

CA s . O my dear brother ! 
This was an ill beginning of the night : 
Never come fuch division 'tween our fouls ! 
Let it not, Brutus. 

BRU. Every thirrg is well. 

CAS. Good night, my lord. 

BRU. Good night, good brother. 

Tif. MES. Good night, lord Brutus. 

BRU. Farewel, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT, MES. 

Re-enter Lucius, with the Gown. 
Give me the gown. Where is thy inftrument ? 

Luc. Here in the tent. 

BRU. What, thou fpeak'ft drowsily? 
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er- watch 'd. 
Call Claudius, and fome other of my men ; 
I'll have them fleep on cufhions in my tent. 

Luc. Farro, and Claudius! 

Enter VARRO, and CLAUDIUS. 

FAR. Calls my lord? 

BRU. I pray you, firs, lye in my tent, and fleep; 
It may be, I fhall raise you by and by 
On businefs to my brother Caffius. [pleasure. 

FAR. So please you, we will ftand, and watch your 

BRU. I will not have it fo: lye down, good firs; 
It may be, I fhall otherwise bethink me. 

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Look, Lucius, here's ~f the book I fought for fo ; 
I put it in the pocket of my gown. 

Luc. I was fare, your lordfhip did not give it me. 

BRU. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. 
Can'ft thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, 
And touch thy inftrument a ftrain or two ? 

Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you. 

BRU, It does, my boy: 
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. 

Luc. It is my duty, fir. 

BRU. I mould not urge thy dnty paft thy might ; 
I know, young bloods look for a time of reft. 

Luc. I have flept, my lord, already. 

BR u. It was well done ; and thou ihalt fleep again, 
T will not hold thee long : If I do live, 
I will be good to thee. [Mustek, and a Song: ttnuard 
the End, Lucius falls aflefp. 
This is a fleepy tune: O murd'rous flumber, 
Lay'ft thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, 
That plays thee musick? _ Gentle knave, good night; 
I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee : 
If thou doft nod, thon break'ft thy inftrument, 
I'll take it from thee ; and, good boy, good night. 

[/ays the Inftrument by, and Jits do-tun, 
Let me fee, let me fee; Is not the leaf turn'd down, 
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. 

Enter the Gbojl of Crcsar. 

How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? 
I think, it is the weaknefs of mine eyes, 
That fhapes this monftrous apparition. 
It comes upon me :_Art thou any thing? 
Art thou fome god, fome angel, or forae devil, 



76 Julius Caesar. 

That mak'fl my blood cold, and my hair to flare ? 
Speak to me, what thou art. 

Gho. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus. 

BRU. Why com'ft thou ? 

Gbo. To tell thee, thou (halt fee me at Pbilippi. 

BRU. Well ; Then I (hall fee thee again ? 

Gho. Ay, at Pbilippi. {fuanijhei. 

BRU. Why, I will fee thee at Pbilippi then. 
Now I have taken heart, thou vanifheft : 
111 fpirit, I would hold more talk with thee. 
Boy, Lucius ! Varro! Claudius ! Sirs, awake! 
Claudius ! 

Luc. The firings, my lord, are falfe. 

BRU. He thinks, he flill is at his inftrument. _ 
Lucius, awake. 

Luc. My lord. [<waking.~\ [out? 

BRU. Did'fl thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo cry'dfl 

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. 

BRU. Yes, that thou did'ft : Did'fl thou fee any thing 

Luc. Nothing, my lord. 

BRU. Sleep again, Lucius Sirrah, Claudius! 

Fellow thou, awake. 

FAR. My lord. 

CLA. My lord. 

BRU. Why did you fo cry out, firs, in your fleep ? 

VAR. CLA. Did we, my lord ? 

BRU. Ay; Saw you any thing? 

FAR. No, my lord, I faw nothing. 

CLA. Nor I, my lord. 

BRU. Go and commend me to my brother Caffiui\ 
Bid him fet on his powers betimes before, 
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VA*. Cu> It fhall be done, my lord. [Exeunt- 

ACT V. 

SCENE I. Plains of Philippi. 
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. 

OCT. Now, Antony, our hopes are anfwered : 
You faid, the enemy would not come down, 
But keep the hills and upper regions ; 
It proves not fo : their battles are at hand ; 
They mean to warn us at Pbilippi here, 
Anfwering before we do demand of them. 

JUT. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and 1 know 
Wherefore they do it : they could be content 
To visit other places ; and come down 
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, 
To faften in our thoughts that they have courage ; 
But 'tis not fo. 

Enter a Meffenger. 

Mef. Prepare you, generals : 
The enemy comes on in gallant mew ; 
Their bloody fign of battle is hung out, 
And fomething to be done immediately. 

ANT. Oflavius, lead your battle foftly on, 
Upon the left hand of the even field. 

OCT. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. 

ANT. Why do you crofs me in this exigent ? 

OCT. I do not crofs you ; but I will do fo. [March. 

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASS.IUS, and their Army; 
LUCILIUS, Titinius, MESS ALA, and Others, attending. 

Bnu. They ftand, and would have parley. 

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78 Julius Cassar. 

CAS. Stand faft, 7'itinius, we muft out and talk. 

OCT. Mark Antony, lhall we give fign of battle ? 

ANT. No, C&sar, we will anfwer on their charge. 
Make forth, the generals would have fome words. 

OCT. Stir not until the fignal. [to his Troops. 

BRU. Words before blows : Is it (b, countrymen? 

OCT. Not that we love words better, as you do. 

BR u. Goodwordsarebetterthanbadftrokes,OtfflT;/.r. 

ANT. In your bad ftrokes, Brutus, you give good words : 
Witnefs the hole you made in Cesar's heart, 
Crying, Long li*ve ! bail, Caesar ! 

CAS. Antony, 

The pofture of your blows are yet unknown ; 
But for your words, you rob the Hybla bees, 
And leave them honeylefs. 

ANT. Not ftinglefs too. 

BRU. O, yes, and foundlefs too ; 
For you have ftoln their buzzing, Antony, 
And, very wisely, threat before you fting. 

ANT . Villains, you did not fo, when yourvile daggers 
Hack'd one another in the fides of Casar: 
You fhew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'dlike hounds, 
And bow'd like bondmen, kiffing Ctesar's feet; 
Whilft damned Cafca, like a cur, behind, 
Strook Ctesar on the neck. O flatterers ! 

CAS. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourfelf; 
This tongue had not offended fo to-day, 
If Coffins might have rul'd. [fweat, 

OCT. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make us 
The proof of it will turn to redder drops. 
Look, "J" I draw a fword againft confpirators ; 
When think you that the fword goes up again ? 

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Julius Caesar. 79 

Never, 'till C&sar's three and twenty wounds 
Be well aveng'd ; or 'till another Casar 
Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors. 

BRU. C<#sar, thou can'ft not dye by traitors' hands, 
Unlefs thou bring'ft them with thee. 

Oc-r. So I hope ; 
I was not born to dye on Bruius* fword. 

BRU. O, if thou wert the nobleft of thy ftrain, 
Young man, thou could'ft not dye more honourable. 

CAS. A peevifti fchool-boy, worthlefs of fuch honour, 
Join'd with a maflcer and a reveller. 

ANT. Old Caffius Hill. 

OCT. Come, Antony; away._ 
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : 
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; 
If not, when you have ftomacks. 

{Exeunt ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and Army. 

CAS. Why now, blow, wind; fwell, billow; andfwim, 
The ftorm is up, and all is on the hazard. [bark : 

BRU. Ludlius; hark, a word with you. 

Luc. My lord. [they converfe apart. 

CA s . Mefia/a, 

MES. What fays my general? 

CAS. Meffala, 

This is my birth-day ; as this very day 
Was Cajfius born. Give me thy hand, MeJJala : 
Be thou my witnefs, that, againft my will, 
As Pompey was, am I compelFd to fet 
Upon one battle all our liberties. 
You know, that I held Epicurus ftrong, 
And his opinion : now 1 change my mind, 
And partly credit things that do prefage, 

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8o Julius Czesar. 

Coming from Sardis, on our former enfign 

Two mighty eagles fell ; and there they perch'd, 

Gorging and feeding from our foldiers' hands ; 

Who to Philippi here conforted us : 

This morning are they fled away, and gone ; 

And, in their fteads, do ravens, crows, and kites, 

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, 

As we were fickly prey ; their fhadows feem 

A canopy moft fatal, under which 

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghoft. 

MES. Believe not fo. 

CAS. I but believe it partly ; 
For I am frefh of fpirit, and resolv'd 
To meet all perils very conftantly. 

BR v. Even fo, Ludlius. 

CAS. Now, moft noble Brutus, 
The gods to-day ftand friendly ; that we may, 
Lovers, in peace, lead on our days to age ! 
But firtce the affairs of men reft ftill uncertain, 
Let's reason with the worft that may befal. 
If we do lose this battle, then is this 
The very laft time we fhall fpeak together : 
What are you then determined to do ? 

BRU. Even by the rule of that philofophy, 
By which I did blame Cato for the death 
Which he did give himfelf ; I know not how, 
But I do find it cowardly and vile, 
For fear of what might fall, fo to prevent 
The term of life: arming myfelf with patience, 
To ftay the providence of fome high powers, 
That govern us below. 

CAS. Then, if we lose this battle, 

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Julius Caesar. $1 

You are contented to be led in triumph 
Thorough the ftreets of Rome? 

BRV. No, Cajfius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, 
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; 
He bears too great a mind. But this fame day 
Muft end that work, the ides of March begun ; 
And, whether we mall meet again, I know not. 
Therefore our everlafting farewel take : 
For ever, and for ever, farewel, CaJ/ius f 
If we do meet again, why we mall fmile ; 
If not, why then this parting was well made. 

Cjs. Forever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus f 
If we do meet again, we'll fmile indeed; 
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. 

BRV. Why then, lead on O, that a man might know 
The end of this day's businefs, ere it come ! 
But it fufficeth, that the day will end, 
And then the end is known Come, ho; away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. rhefame. The Field of Battle. 
Alarums, as of a Battle Join d. Enter 

BRUTUS, and Meflala. 

BRU. Ride, ride, MeJ/ala, ride, and give these "f" bills 
Unto the legions on the other fide ; 
Let them fet on at once ; for I perceive 
But cold demeanour in Otfavius' wing, 
And fudden pufh gives them the overthrow. 
Ride, ride, Mejfala ; let them all come down. \Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Another Part of the FieU. 
Alarums. Enter C A s s i u s , and TITINIUS. 
CAS. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly ! 



8z Julius Caesar. 

Myfelf have to mine own turn'd enemy : 
This enfign here of mine was turning back ; 
I flew the coward, and did take it from him. 

TIT. O Cajfius, Brutus gave the word too early: 
Who, having fome advantage on Ot?a r vius, 
Took it too eagerly ; his foldiers fell to fpoil, 
Whilft we by dntcny are all enclos'd. 
Enter PINDARUS. 

PIN. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; 
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord : 
Fly therefore, noble CaJJim, fly far off. 

Cjs. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; 
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? 

TIT. They are, my lord. 

C/*9. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me, 
Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him, 
'Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, 
And here again ; that I may reft affur'd, 
Whether yon' troops are friend or enemy- 

TIT. I will be here again, even with a thought. 

{Exit TITINIUS. 

Cjs. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that hill; 
My fight was ever thick ; regard Tilinius, 
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field. 

[Exit PINDARUS. 

This day I breathed firft : time is come round, 
And, where I did begin, there mall I end ; 
My life is run his compafs._ Sirrah, what news ? 

PIN. [within.'] O my lord! 

CAS. What news? 

PIN. [fwithit:.] Titinius is enclosed round about 
With horfemen, that make to him on the fpur; 



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Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almoft on him : 
Titinius'. Now fome light: O, he lights too: 
He'sta'en; and, hark, they (hout for joy. [Shout. 

CAS. Come down, 
Behold no more 

O, coward that I am, to live fo long, 
To fee my beft friend ta'en before my face ! 

Re-enter P i N D A R u s . 
Come hither, firrah : 
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ; 
And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life, 
That whatfoever I did bid thee do, 
Thou fhould'ft attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath ; 
Now be a free-man ; and, with this good fword, 
That ran through Ca-sar's bowels, fearch this bosom. 
Stand not to anfwer : Here, take thou the hilts ; 
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, 

Guide rhou the fword C&sar, thou art reveng'd, 

Even with the fword that kill'd thee. [ dies. 

PIN. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been, 
Durft I have done my will. O Caffius ! 
Far from this country Pindarm (hall run, 
Where never Roman mall take note of him. [Exit, 

Re-enter TITINIUS, nuitb MESSALA. 

MES, It is but change, <Titinius ; for OSavius 
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, 
As CaJJius' legions are by Antony. 

Tif. These tidings will well comfort CaJJius. 

MES. Where did you leave, him ? 

Tir. All difconfolate, 
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. 

MES. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground ? 

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84 Julius Caesar. 

7/r. He lies not like the living. O my heart! 

MES. Is not that he? 

7/r. No, this was he, Mtfala, 
But Cajfiusis no more O fetting fun, 
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night, 
So in his red blood CaJJtui 1 day is fet ; 
The fun of Rome is fet ! Our day is gone ; 
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! 
Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed. 

MES. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. 
O hateful error, melancholy's child, 
Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men 
Tlie things that are not ? Error, foon conceiv'd, 
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth, 
But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee. 

fir. Why, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? 

MES. Seek him, Titinins; whilft I go to meet 
The noble Brutus, thrufting this report 
Into his ears : I may fay, thrufting it ; 
For piercing fteel, and darts envenom'd, 
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus', 
As tidings of this fight. 

TIT. Hye you, Meffala, 
And I will feek for Pindarus the while. 

[Exit MESSALA. 

Whydid'ft thou fend me forth, brave Coffins? 
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they 
Put on my brows this ~\ wreath of viftory, [fhouts ? 
And bid me give it thee ? Did 'ft thou not hear their 
Alas, thou haft mifconftru'd every thing. 
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; 
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I 

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Will do his biddirfg Brutus, come apace, 

And fee how I regarded Caius Caffius 

By your leave, gods : _^.This is a Roman's part ; 
Come, Caffius'fwoTd, and find Fitinius' heart. [dies. 
Re-enter MESSALA, with Lucilius, BRUTUS, 

young C A T o , and Others. 
BRU. Where, where, MeJ/ala, doth his body lye ? 

MES. Lo, yonder; and Titiniut mourning it, 

BRU. T'itixius* face is upward. 

y. C. He is flain. 

BRU. O "Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet ; 
Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our (words 
In our own proper entrails. 

y. C. Brave Titinius ! 
Loolc, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius f 

BRU. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these? 

Thou lafl of all the Romans, fare thee well ! 
It is impoffible, that ever Rome 

Should breed thy fellow Friends, I owe more tears 

To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay. 

I (hall find time, Cajjius, I mail find time. _ 
Come, therefore, and to ThaJ/bs fend his body ; 
His funeral (hall not be in our camp, 
Left it difcomfort us. .Lucilius, come;_ 

And come, young Cato; let us to the field 

Labeo, and Flavius, fet oar battles on : 

'Tis three o'clock ; and, Romans, yet ere night 

We fhall try fortune in a fecond fight. [Exeunt. 



S CE NE I V . Another Pan of the Field. 

Alarums. Enter, fgbting, Soldiers of both Armies ; 

then, BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, andOthers. 

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86 Julius Caesar. 

BRU. Yet, countrymen, o, yet, hold up your heads! 
j. C. What baftard doth not ?_Who will go with me? 
I will proclaim my name about the field :_ 
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho, 
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend ; 
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho ! 

[charges the retiring Enemy, 
BRU. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I ; 
Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Brutus ! 

\charges them in another Part, and Exit, 
driving them in. The Party charged by 
Cato rally, a nd Cato falls. 

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? 
Why, now thou dy'ft as bravely as Titinius; 
And may'ft be honour'd being Cato's fon. 
i, S. Yield, or thou dy'ft. 
Luc. Only I yield to dye: 

There is "|" fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight ; 
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 

1. 5. Wemuft not, fir. _A noble prisoner! 

2. S. Room, ho ! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 

j . S. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general : _* 

Enter ANTONY. 
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. 

JNT. Where is he ? [they Jho<w Lucilius, 

Luc % Safe, Antony ; Brutus is fafe enough : 
I dare affure thee, that no enemy 
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : 
The gods defend him from fo great a fhame ! 
When you do find him, or alive, or dead, 
He will be found like Brutus, like himfelf. 

. This is not Brutus, friend ; but, I allure you, 

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Julius (Jxsar. 87 

A prize no lefs in worth : keep this man fafe, 

Give him all kindnefs : I had rather have 

Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, 

And fee whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead : 

And bring us word, unto Octavius* tent, 

How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. 

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, 
and VOLUMNIUS, 

BRU . Come, poorremains of friends, reft on thisrock. 

CLI. Statilius ihew'd the torch-light ; but, my lord, 
He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain. 

BRU. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the word ; 
It is a deed in fafhion. Hark thee, Clitus. 

[ wbifycring him in the ear. 

CLI. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. 

BRU. Peace then, no words. 

CLI. I'll rather kill myfelf. 

BR u. Hark thee, Dardanius. \jvahifpers him. 

DAR. I do fuch a deed ! 

CLI. O Dardanius! 

DAR.O Clitus! 

CLI. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee ? 

DAR. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. 

CLI. Now is that noble veflel full of grief, 
That it runs over even at his eyes, 

BRU. Come hither, good Volumnius j lift a word. 

VOL . What fays my lord ? 

BRU. Why, this, Folumnius : 
The ghoft of Carsar hath appear'd to me 
Two feveral times by night : at Sardis, once ; 

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88 Julius Caesar. 

And, this laft night, here in Philipp? fields : 
I know, my hour is come. 

VOL. Not fo, my lord. 

BRU. Nay, I am fure it is, Folumnius. 
Thou fee'ft the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; 
Our enemies have beat us to the pit : [/o--w Alarums, 
It is more worthy, to leap in ourfelves, 
Than tarry 'till they pufh us. Good Volumnius, 
Thou know'ft, that we two went to fchool together ; 
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, 
Hold thou my fwcrd's hilt, whil'ft I run on it* 

POL. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. 

[Alarums JlilL 

CLI. FIy : fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 

BRU. Farewel to you ;_ and you ;_ and you, F- 
Strato, thou haft been all this while afleep ; \_lumnius 
Farewel to thee too, Strata, _ Countrymen, 
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, 
I found no man, but he was true to me. 
I (hall have glory by this losing day, 
More than Ofta<vius, and Mark Antony, 
By this vile conqueft mail attain unto. 
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue 
Hath almoft ended his life's hiftory : 
Night hangs upon mine eyes ; my bones would reft, 
That have but labour'd to attain this hour. 

[Alarums. Cry 'within, Fly, fly, fly. 

GJ.J. Fly, my lord, fly. 

BRU. Hence, I will follow tfjee. 

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. 
I pr'ythee, Strata, ftay thou by thy lord : 
Thou art a fellow of a good refpedl ; 

Sword Hilts, 7 to thee, to Strata, Countrymen j 



Julius Cxszr. 89 

Thy life hath had fbme fmatch of honour in it : 
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face, 
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strata? 

STS. Giveme your hand firft: Fare you well, my lord. 

BR u. Farevvel, good Strata. _ C&sar, now be ftill ; 
I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will. 

[runs upon his Sivord, and dies* 
Alarums. Retreat. 

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army ; 
LUCILIUS, and MESS ALA. 

OCT. What man is that ? 

MES. My matter's man. _ Strata, where is thy mafler ? 

STR. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala ; 
The conquerors can but make a fire of him : 
For Brutus only overcame himfelf, 
And no man elfe hath honour by his death. 

Luc. So^r/ajfhould be found I thank thee, Brutus, 
That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true. 

OCT. All that ferv'dSrutus, I will entertain them. 
Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me ? 

STR. Ay, if Me/ala will prefer me to you. 

OCT. Dt> fo, Meffala. 

MES. How dy'd my mafter, Strata? 

STR. I held the fword, and he did run on it. 

MES. Ofla'vius, then take him to follow thee, 
That did the lateft fervice to my mafter. 

Atst. This was the nobleft Roman of them all : 
All the confpirators, fave only he, 
Did that they did in envy of great C<emr ; 
He, only, in a general honeft thought, 
And common good to all, made one of them. 
His life was gentle ; and the elements 

Do fo, good Mef- 



g& Julius Csesar. 

So mixt in him, that nature might Hand up, 
And fay to all the world, This was a man. 

OCT. According to his virtue let us use him, 
With all refpecl, and rites of burial. 
Within my tent his bones to-night {hall lye, 

Moft like a foldier, order'd honourably 

So, call the field to reft : and let's away, 

To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt. 



ANTONY 

and 

CLEOPATRA. 



Penons represented. 

Odavius Cssar, 1 

Marcus Antonius, > Triumvirs. 

M. Jm\}. Lepidus, j 

Sextus Pompeius. 

Mecasnas, Agrippa, Taurus, 

Thyreus, Dolabella, [Callus,] 

and Proculeius, Csesarians : 

Me/fingers, three; Soldiers, Jix ; the fame. 
Demetrius, Philo, Enobarbus, 
Ventidius, Silius, Canidius, 
Scarus, Euphronius, Eros, 
rfW Dercet as, Antonians: 

Attendants, five ; MeJ/engers, fix ; 

Soldiers (cr Guards) nine ; the famt. 
Varrius, Menas, and Menecrates, Friends 
to Pompey : Servants of the fame, tvja. 
A Soothfayer. 

Alexas, Mardian an Eunucb, 
Seleucus, Diomedes, and Clown, 
Attendants upon Cleopatra. 

Cleopatra, S>ueen of Egypt. 

Oftavia, Wife to Antony. 

Charmian, 7 Anendams on Cleopatra. 

Other Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, &c. 

Seine, difperf'd; in fever al Partt 
of the Roman Empirt. 



ANTONY and CLEOPATRA. 



AC? I. 

SCENE I. Alexandria. 

A Room in Cleopatra'/ Palace. 

Enter DEMETRIUS, and PHILO. 

PHI. Nay, but this dotage of our general's 
O'er-flows the measure : those his goodly eyes, 
That o'er the files and mufters of the war 
Have glovv'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 fcuffles of great fights hath burfl 
The buckles on his breaft, reneges all temper ; 
And is become the bellows, and the fan, 
To cool a gipfy's luft. Look, where they come: 
Flourijh. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and 

their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her. 
Take but good note, and you mail fee in him 
The triple pillar of the world tranfform'd 
Into a {trumpet's fool : behold and fee. 

CLE. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. 

VOL. VIII. G 



4 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Ant. There's beggary in the lovethatcanbe reckon'd. 

CLE. I'll fet a bourn how far to be belov'd. [earth. 

An T . Then muft thou needs find out new heaven, new 
Enter an Attendant. 

Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. 

Awr. '& grates me : The fum. 

CLE. Nay, hear them Antony : 
Ful-via, perchance, is angry ; Or, who knows 
If the fcarce- bearded C<esar have not fent 
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; 
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; 
Per format, or elje we damn tbee. 

Atn. How, my love ! 

CLE. Perchance? Nay, and moft like :_ 
You muft not ftay here longer, your difmiffion 
Is come from C/esar\ therefore hear it, Antony. 
Where's Fu/-via's procefs ? C&sar's, I would fay r 

Call in themeflengers. Aslam^^/'s queen, [Both? 

Thou blufheft, Antony ; and that blood of thine 
Is Cttjar's homager : fo thy cheek pays fhame, 
When mrill-tongu'd Fufoia fcolds._The mefiengers. 

ANT. Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch 
Of the rang'd empire fall 1 Here ~j~ is my fpace ; 
Kingdoms are clay : Our dungy earth alike 
Feeds beaft as man : the noblenefs of life 
Is, to do "|" thus ; when fuch a mutual pair, 
And fuch a twain can do't ; in which, I bind, 
On pain of punimment, the world to weet 
We ftand up peerlefs. 

CLE. Excellent falfhood ! 

Why did he marry FtJvut, and not love her ? -~ 
I feem the fool I am not ; Antony 

* homager : clfe fo 3 ]j e f eemi e 



Antony find Cleopatra, 5 

Will be himfelf. 

Awr. But, ftir'd by Cleopatra, 
Now, for the love of love, and his foft hours, 
Let's not confound the time with conference harm : 
There's not a minute of our lives mould ftretch 
Without fome pleasure now : What fport to-night ? 

CLE. Hear the embafTadors. 

ANT. Fie, wrangling queen ! 
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, 
To weep ; whose every paffion fully ftrives 
To make itfelf, in thee, fair and admir'd ! 
No meflenger, but thine ; And all alone, 
To-night, we'll wander through the ftreets, and note 
The qualities of people. Come, my queen; 
Lalt night you did desire it : Speak not to us. 

\_Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, andl'rain. 

DEM. Is Ctfjar with Antonius priz'd fo flight? 

PHI. Sir, fometimes, when he is not Antony, 
He comes too fhort of that great property 
Which ftill mould go with Antony. 

DEM. I am full forfy, 
That he approves the common lyar, who 
Thus fpeaks of him at Rome : But I will hope 
Of better deeds to -morrow. Reft you happy 1 [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. Another Room. 

Enter ALEXAS, IRAS, CHARMIAN, 

Soothfayer, and Others. 

CHA. Alex as, fweet Alexas, 

Moft any thing Alexas, nag, almoft 

Moft abfolute Alexas, where's the foothfayer 

That you praii'd fo to the queen . ? 

3 and her foft 



6 Antony and Cleopatra, 

O, that I knew this husband, which, you fay,- 
Muft charge his horns with garlands ! 

ALE. Soothfayer, 

See. Your will ? 

CHA. Is this the man ?_Is't you r fir, that know things ? 

Soo. In nature's infinite book of fecrecy 
A little I can read. 

ALE. Shew him your hand. 

Enter EKOBARBUS. 

EKO. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, 
Cleopatra's health to drink. \tofome within. 

CHA, Good fir, give me good fortune. 

Soo. I make not, but forefee. 

CHA. Pray then, forefee me one. 

Soo. You (hall be yet far fairer than you are. 

CHA. He means, in flefh. 

IRA. No, you fhall paint when you are old. 

CHA. Wrinkles forbid ! 

Ait.. Vex not his prefcience, be attentive. 

CHA. Hufti I [to Iras. 

Soo. You ftiall be more beloving, than belov'd. 

CHA. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. 

ALE. Nay, hear him. 

CHA. Good now, fome excellent fortune : Let me be 
marry'd to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them 
all : let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of 
Jewry may do homage : find me to marry with Qdaviut 
Casar, and companion me with my miitrefs. 

Soo. You (hall outlive the lady whom you ferve. 

CHA. O excellent ! I love long life better than figs. 

Soo. You hax'e feen and prov'd a fairer former fortune 
Than that which is to approach. 

4 change 



Antony and Cleopatra. 7 

C&A. Then, belike, my children mall have no 
names : Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches muft 
I have ? 

Soo. If every of your wifhes had a womb, 
And fertil every wifh, a million. 

CHA. Out, fool ! I forgive thee for a witch. 

ALE. You think, none but your meets are privy to 
your wifhes. 

CHA. Nay, come, tell Irat hers. 

ALE. We'll know all our fortunes. 

ENO. Mine, and moft of our fortunes, to-night, mall 
be drunk to bed. 

IRA. There's a palm prefages chaftity, if nothing 
dfe. 

CHA. E'en as the o'er-flowing Nilus prefageth famine. 

IRA. Go, you wild bed-fellow, you cannot foothfay. 

CHA. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog- 
noftication, I cannot fcratch mine ear, Pr'ythee, tell 
her but a worky-day fortune. 

Soo. Your fortunes are alike, 

IRA. But how, but how? give me particulars. 

Soo. I have faid. 

IRA. Am I not an inch of fortune better than me ? 

CHA. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better 
than I, where would you choose it ? 

IRA. Not in my husband's nose. 

CHA. Our worfer thoughts heavens mend! Alexas 
come, his fortune, hie fortune. _ O, let him marry a 
woman that cannot go, fweet I/ts, I befeech thee ! 
And let her dye too, and give him a worfe ! and let 
\\orfe follow worfe, 'till the worft of all follow him 
laughing to hie grave, fifty-fold a cuckold ! Good IJis t 

5 and fore -tell every 



8 Antony and Cleopatra. 

hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of 
more weight ; good I/is, I befeech thee ! 

2 Rut. Amen. Dear goddefs, hear that prayer of the 
people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to fee ahandfomc 
man loofe-wiv'd, fo it is a deadly forrovv to behold a 
foul knave uncuckolded ; Therefore, dear I/is, keep 
decorum, and fortune him accordingly ! 

CHA. Amen. 

ALE. Lo, now ! if it lay in their hands to make me 
a cuckold, they would make themfelves whores, but 
they'd do't. 

EKO. Hum ! here comes Antony. 

CHA. Not he, the queen. 

Enter Cleopatra, attended. 

CL E . Saw you my lord ? 

ENO. No, lady. 

CLE. Was he not here ? 

CHA. No, madam. 

CLE. He was difpos'd to mirth; but on the fudden 
A Roman thought hath ftrook him.Enobarbus, 

EKO. Madam. [Alex as ? 

CLE. Seek him, and bring him hither. _ Where's 

ALE. Here, latlp, at your fervice. My lord approaches. 
Enter ANTONY, with a Meflenger ; 
Attendants following. 

CLE. We will not look upon him ; Go with us. 

[.*/ CLEOPATR A, ENOB A R BUS, ALEX AS, 
IRAS, CHARMIAN, Soothfayer, and the reft. 

Me/. Fulvia thy wife firft came into the field. 

ANT. Againft my brother Lucius? 

Mef. Ay : but foon 
That war had end, and the time's ftate made friends 



A ntony and Cleopatra. ^ 

Of them, jointing their forces againft Casar ', 
Whose better iffue in the war from Jtafy, 
Upon the firft encounter, drave them. 

ANT. Well, 
What worft ? 

Me/. The nature of bad news infeds the teller. 
Ax?, When it concerns the fool, or coward. On : 
Things, that are pad, are done, with me : 'Tis thus ; 
Who tells me true, though in his tale lye death, 
I hear him as he flatter'd. 

Me/. Labienus 
(This is ftiff news) 

Hath with his Parthian force, t^rougfc extended Afia, 
From Euphrates his conquering banner Ihook, 
From Syria, to Lydia, and Ionia ; 
Whilft- 

ANT, Antony, thou would'ft fay, 

Me/. O my lord! 

ANT . Speak to me home, mince not thegeneral tongue ; 
Name Cleopatra as (he's call'd in Rome : 
Rail thou in Fufoias phrase ; and taunt my faults 
With fuch full licence, as both truth and malice 
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, 
When our quick winds lye (till; and our ills told us, 
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while. 

Me/ At your noble pleasure. [Exit, 

ANT. From Sicyoa how the news ? Speak there. 

l . A. The man from Sicyon, Is there fuch a one ? 

7. A. He ftays upon your will. 

AKT. Let him appear 

These ftrong Egyptian fetters I muft break, 
Enter another Meflenger. 

1 force 'gainft *s And to Ionia 



j o Antony and Cleopatra. 

Or lose myfelf in dotage. What are you? 

Mef. Fufoia thy wife is dead. 

ANT. Where dy'd fhe ? 

Mef. In Sicyon : 

Her length of ficknefs, with what elfe more ferious 
Importeth thee to know, this ^ bears. 

ANT. Forbear me. [Exit MefTenger. 

There's a great fpirit gone : Thus did I desire it : 
What our contempts do often hurl from us, 
We wifh it ours again ; the present pleasure, 
By revolution lowering, does become 
The opposite of itfelf : fhe's good, being gone ; 
The hand could pluck her back, that fhov'd her on. 
I muft from this enchanting queen break off; 
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, 

My idlenefs doth hatch Ho ! Enobarbiu ! 

Enter ENOBARBUS. 

ENO. What's your pleasure, fir. 

ANT. I muft with hafte from hence. 

ENO. Why, then we kill all our women : We fee how 
mortal an unkindnefs is to them; if they fuffer our de- 
parture, death's the word. 

ANT. I muft be gone. 

ENO. Under a compelling occasion, let women dye : 
It were pity to caft them away for nothing; though, 
between them and a great cause, they mould be efteem'd 
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the lead noise of this, 
dyes inftantly ; I have feen her dye twenty times upon 
far poorer moment : I do think, there is mettle in death, 
which commits fome loving al upon her, flie hath fuch 
a celerity in dying. 

At-'T. She is cunning paft man's thought. 

16 hatch, How now Ent- 



Antony and Cleopatra. 1 1 

ENO. Alack, fir, no ; her paffions are made of nothing 
but the fineft part of pure love : We cannot call her 
winds and waters, fighs and tears ; they are greater 
florms and tempefts than almanacks can report : this 
cannot be cunning in her; if it be, fhe makes a fhovver 
of rain as well as Jove. 

AKT. Would I had never feen her ! 

ENO. O, fir, you had then left unfeen a wonderful 
piece of work ; which not to have been blelt withal, 
would have difcredited your travel. 

ANT. Fuliiia is dead. 

ENO. Sir? 

ANT. Ful<via is dead. 

ENO . Fulvia ? 

AKT. Dead. 

ENO. Why, fir, give the gods a thankful facrifice. 
When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a 
man from him, it fhews to man the tailors of the earth ; 
comforting therein, that, when old robes are worn out, 
there are members to make new. If there were no 
more women but Ful-via, then had you indeed a cut, 
and the cafe to be lamented: this grief is crown'd with 
confolation ; your old fmock brings forth a new petticoat : 
and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that mould water 
this forrow. 

ANT. The businefs fhe hath broached in the ftate 
Cannot endure my abfence. 

ENO. And the businefs you have broach'd here cannot 
be without you ; efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which 
wholly depends on your abode. 

Am. No more light anfwers. 'Let our officers 
Have notice what we purpose : I fnall break 



iz Antony and Cleopatra. 

The cause of our expedience to the queen, 

And get her love to part. For not alone 

The death of Fu!<via, with more urgent touches, 

Do ftrongly fpeak to us ; but the letters too 

Of many our contriving friends in Rome 

Petition us at home : Sextus Pcmpeius 

Hath given the dare to Ctesar, and commands 

The empire of the fea : our flippery people 

(Whose love is never link'd to the deservtr, 

'Till his deserts are paft) begin to throw 

Pompey the great, and all his dignities, 

Upon his fon ; who, high in name and power, 

Higher than both in blood and life, ftands up 

For the main foldier ; whose quality, going on, 

The fides o' the world may danger: Much is breeding, 

Which, like the courfer's hair, hath yet but life, 

And not a fefpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, 

To fuch whose place is under us, requires 

Our quick remove from hence. 

ENO. I mail do't. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Another Room. 
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, aWAlexas. 
CLE. Where is he? 
CHA. I did not fee him fince. 

Ci . See where he is, who's with him, what he does ; 
I did not fend you ; If you find him fad, 
Say, lam dancing; if in mirth, report 
That I am fudden fick : Quick, and return. 

[Exit Alexas. 

CHA. Madam, methinks, if you did love him 
You do not hold the method to enforce 



Antony and Cleopatra. J 3 

The like from him. 

CLE. What mould I do, I do not? 

CHA. Ineachthinggivehimway,crofshimin nothing. 

CLE. Thou teacheft like a fool : the way to lose him. 

CHA.- Tempt him not fo too far: I vvifli, forbear; 
In time we iate that which we often fear. 

Enter ANTONY. 
But here comes Antony. 

CLE. I am ftck, and fullen. 

S!NT. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose, 

CLE. Help me away, dear Cbarmian, I mall fall; 
It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature 
Will not fuftain it. 

^NT. Now, my dearefl. queen, 

CLE. Pray you, fland farther from me. 

AKT . What's the matter ? 

CLE. I know, by that fame eye, there's fome good news: 
What fays the marry'd woman ? You may go ; 
Would, fhe had never given you leave to come ! 
Let her not fay, 'tis I that keep you here, 
I have no power upon you ; hers you are. 

AVT. The gods beft know, 

CLE. O, never was there queen 
So mightily betray'd 1 Yet, at the firft, 
J faw the treasons planted. 

jlnr. Cleopatra, 

CLE. Why mould I think, you can be mine, and true, 
Though you in fwearing make the throned gods, 
Who have been falfe to Ful-uia? Riotous madnefs, 
To be entangl'd with those mouth-made vows, 
Which break themfelves in fwearing ! 

JUT. Moil fweet queen, 



14 Antony and Cleopatra. 

CZE. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, 
But bid farewel, and go : when you fu'd flaying, 
Then was the time for words : No going then ; 
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes ; 
Blifs in our brows' bent ; none our parts fo poor, 
But was a race of heaven : They are fo ftilj, 
Or thou, the greateft foldier of the world, 
Art turn'd the greateft lyar. 

A 'NT. How now, lady ! 

CZE . I would, I had thy inches j thou Ihould'ft know, 
There were a heart in Egypt. 

Avf. Hear me, queen : 
The ftrong neceffity of time commands 
Our fervices a while ; but my full heart 
Remains in ufe with you. Our Italy 
Shines o'er with civil fwords : Sextus Pompeius 
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome : 
Equality of two domeftic powers 
Breeds fcrupulous faftion : The hated, grown to ftrength, 
Are newly grown to love : the condemn'd Pompey, 
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace 
Into the hearts of fuch as have not thrived 
Upon the present ftate, whose numbers threaten; 
And quietnefs, grown fick of reft, would purge 
By any defperate change : My more particular, 
And that which moil with you mould fafe my going. 
Is Fulvia's death. [freedom, 

CIE. Though age from folly could not give me 
It does from childifhnefs ; Can Ful'via dye ? 

JJNT. She's dead, my queen : 
Look here = f = , and, at thy fovereign leisure, read 
The garboils {he awak'd ; at the laft, beft : 



Antony and Cleopatra. 15 

See, when, and where fhe dy'd. 

CLE. O moft falfe love ! 
Where be the facred vials thou fhould'fl: fill 
With forrowful water ? Now I fee, I fee, 
In Fufoia's death, how mine lhall be receiv'd. 

ANT, Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know 
The purposes I bear; which are, or ceafe, 
As you mall give the advices : By the fire 
That quickens Ni/us' flime, I go from hence 
Thy foldier, fervant ; making peace, or war, 
As thou affecYft. 

ClE. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; 
But let it be ; I am quickly ill, and well, 
So Antony loves. 

ANT. My precious queen, forbear; 
And give true evidence to his love, which Hands 
An honourable trial. 

CLE. So Fulvia told me. 
I pr'ythee, turn afide, and weep for her ; 
Then bid adieu to me, and fay, the tears 
Belong to Egypt : Good now, play one fcene 
Of excellent difiembling; and let it look 
Like perfect honour. 

Avf. You'll heat my blood ; no more. 

CLE. You can do better yet ; but this is meetly. 

ANT. Now, by my fword, 

CLE. And target, Still he mends ; 
But this is not the beft:_Look, pr'ythee, Charmian, 
How this Herculean Roman does become 
The carriage of his chafe. 

Atuf. I'll leave you, lady. 

CXJK. Courteous lord, one word. 

* advice, 



)6 Antony and Cleopatra, 

Sir, you and I muft 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 Antonj, 
And I am all-forgotten. 

AKT. But that your royalty 
Holds idlenefs your fubject, 1 mould take you 
For idlenefs itfelf. 

CLE. 'Tis fweating labour, 
To bear fuch idlenefs fo near the heart 
As Cleopatra this. But, fir, forgive me ; 
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not 
Eye well to you : Your honour calls you hence ; 
Therefore be deaf to my unpity'd folly, 
And all the gods go with you ! Upon your fword 
Sit laurel'd vidlory ! and fmooth fuccefs 
Be ftrevv'd before your feet ! 

AN?. Let us go. Come ; 
Our feperation fo abides, and flies, 
That thou, residing here, go'ft yet with me, 
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. 
Away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Rome. A Room in Csesar's Houfe. 
Enter Odlavius C./ESAR, LEPIDUS, and their Trains. 
CMS. You may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, 
[giving him a Letter to read. 
It is not Ctssafi natural vice to hate 
One great competitor : From Alexandria 
This is the news, He fifties, drinks, and vvaftes 
The lamps of night in revel : is not more manlike 
Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen of Ptolemy 



Antony and Cleopatra. 1 7 

More womanly than he : hardly gave audience, or 
Vouchfaf 'd to think he had partners : You lhall find there 
A man, who is the abftraft of all faults 
That all men follow. 

LEP. I muft not think, there are 
Evils enough to darken all his goodnefs : 
His faults, in him, feem as the fpots of heaven, 
More fiery by night's blacknefs ; hereditary, 
Rather than purchas'd ; what he cannot change, 
Than what he chooses. 

CJES. You are too indulgent : Let us grant, it is not 
Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy ; 
To give a kingdom for a mirth ; to fit 
And keep the turn of tipling with a flave j 
To reel the ftreets at noon, and Hand the buffet 
With knaves that fmell of fweat : fay, this becomes him, 
(As his composure mult be rare indeed, 
j Whom these things cannot blemim) yet muft Antony 
No way excuse his foils, when we do bear 
So great weight in his lightnefs : If he fill'd 
His vacancy with his voluptuoufners, 
Full furfei:?, and the drynefs of his bones, 
Call on him for't : but, to confound fuch time, 
That drums him from his fport, and fpeaks as loud 
i As his own ftate, and ours, 'tis to be chid 
, As we rate boys ; who, being mature in knowledge, 
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, 
And fo rebel to judgment. 

E nier a MefTenger. 
Z.EP. Here's more news. 

Mtf. Thy biddings have been done ; and every hour, 
Molt noble &?<ar, lhalt thou have report 

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1 8 Antony and Cleopatra. 

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at fea ; 
And it appears, he is belov'd of those 
That only have fear'd C<sar : to the ports 
The difcontents repair, and mens' reports 
Give him much wrong'd. 

C&s. I mould have known no lefs: 

It hath been taught us from the primal ftate, 
That he, which is, was wifh'd, until he were; 
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, 'till ne'er worth love, 
Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. This common body, 
Like to a vagabond flag upon the ftream, 
Goes to, and back, lackying the varying tide, 
To rot itfelf with motion. 

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Jdef. Ciesar, I bring thee word, 
Menecrates and Mentis, famous pirates, 
Make the fea ferve them ; which they ear and wound 
With keels of every kind : Many hot inroads 
They make in Italy ; the borders maritime 
Lack blood to think on't, and flufh youth revolt : 
No vefTel can peep forth, but 'tis as foon 
Taken as feen ; for Pompey's name ftrikes more ? 
Than could his war resitted. 

CMS. Antony, 

Leave thy lafcivious wafTails : When thou once 
Wert beaten from Modena, where thou flew'ft 
Hirtius and Parr/a, confuls, at thy heel 
Did famine follow ; whom thou fought'ft againft, 
Though daintily brought up, with patience more 
Thanfavages could fuffer: thou did'ft drink 
The ftale of horfes, and the gilded puddle 
Which beafts would cough at : thy palate then did deign 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 19 

The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge ; 
Yea, like the ftag, when fnow the pafture meets, 
The barks of trees thou browsed'ft : on the Alps, 
It is reported, thou didft eat ftrange flefh, 
Which fome did dye to look on : And all this 
(It wounds thine honour, that I fpeak it now) 
Was born fo like a foldier, that thy cheek 
So much as lank'd not. 

LEP. 'Tis pity of him. 

CJES. Let his ihames quickly 
Drive him to Rome: Time is it, tljat we twain 
Did fhew ourfelves i' the field ; and, to that end, 
Aflemble we immediate council : Pompey 
Thrives in our idlenefs. 

LEP. To-morrow, C<?sar, 
I mall be furnifh'd to inform you rightly 
Both what by fea and land I can be able, 
To 'front this present time. 

C^ES. 'Till which encounter, 
It is my businefs too. Farewel. [time 

LEP. Farewel, my lord : What you (hall know mean 
Of ftirs abroad, I mall befeech you, fir, 
To let me be partaker. 

CMS. Doubt not, fir; 
I knew it for my bond.^ [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter CLEOPATRA, fupporting berfelf on Iras ; 

CHARMIAN, ^WMARDiAN, folloiving. 
CL E . Charmian, 
CHA. Madam. 
CLE. Ha, ha, Give me to drink mandragora. 

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20 Antony ana Cleopatra. 

CHA. Why, madam ? 

CLE. That I might fleep out this great gap of time, 
My Antony is away. 

CHA. You think of him 
Too much. 

CLE. Q! Treason ! 

CHA. Madam, I truft, not fo. 

CLE. Thou, eunuch, Mardian, 

MAR. What's your highnefs' pleasure ? 

CLE. Not now to hear thee fing; I take no pleasure 
In ought an eunuch has : 'Tis well for thee, 
That, being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts 
May not fly forth of Egypt. Haft thon affections 

MAR. Yes, gracious madam. 

CLE. Indeed? 

MAR. Not in deed, madam ; for I can do nothing 
But what indeed is honeft to be done : 
Yet have I fierce affections, and think 
What Venus did with Mars. 

CLE. O Cbarmian, 
Where think'ft thou he is now ? Stands he, or fits he ? 

Or does he walk ? Or is he on his horfe ? 

O happy horfe, to bear the weight of Antony ! 

Do bravely, horfe ; For wot'fl thou whom thou mov'ft ? 

The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm 

And burgonet of man. _ He's fpeaking now, 

Or murmuring, Where's my ferpent of old Nile ? 

For fo he calls me ; Now I feed myfelf 

With molt delicious poison : Think on me, 

That am with Phoebus 1 amorous pinches black, 
And wrinkl'd deep in time ? Broad-fronted Casar, 
When thou waft here above the ground, I was 

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Antony and Cleopatra. *i 

A moHel for a monarch : and great Pompey 
Would Hand, and make his eyes grow in my brow; 
There would he anchor his afpecl, and dye 
With looking on his life. 

Enter At EX AS. 

ALE. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! 

CLE. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony f 
Yet, coming from him, that great med'cine hath 
With his tinft gilded thee. _ 
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? 

ALE. Laft thing he did, dear queen, 
He kifPd, the laft of many doubl'd kifies, 
This orient pearl ^ ; His fpeech fticks in my heart. 

CLE. Mine ear mufl pluck it thence. 

ALE. Good friend, quoth he, 
Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt fends 
This treasure of an oifter : at whose foot, 
To mend the petty present, I will piece 
Her opulent throne with kingdoms ; All the eaft, 
Say thou, mail call her miftrefs. So he nodded, 
And foberly did mount an arm-gaunt fteed ; 
Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have fpoke 
Was beaftly dumb'd by him. 

CLE. What, was he fad, or merry? 

AL E . Like to the time o'the year between the extreams 
Of hot and cold ; he was nor fad, nor merry. 

CLE. O well - divided difpositi on! Note him, 

Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man, but note him : 
He was not fad ; for he would mine on those 
That make their looks by his : he was not merry ; 
Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay 
In Egypt with his joy : but between both : 

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22 Antony and Cleopatra. 

O heavenly mingle ! _ Be'ft thou fad, or merry, 

The violence of either thee becomes ; 

So does it no man elfe Mef'ft thou my ports ? 

ALE. Ay, madam, twenty feveral meflengers : 
Why do you fend fo thick ? 

CLE. Who's born that day 
When I forget to fend to Antony, 
Shall dye a beggar. _ Ink and paper, Charmian. 
Welcome, my good Alexas.. Did I, Charmian, 
Ever love Ctfsar fo ? 

CHA. O that brave C<esar ! 

CLE. Be choak'd with fuch another emphafis ! 
Say, the brave Antony. 

CHA. The valiant C<esar ! 

CLE. By I/is, I \vill give thee bloody teeth, 
If thou with Ceesar paragon again 
My man of men. 

CHA. By your moft gracious pardon, 
J fmg but after you. 

CLE. My fallad days ; 

When I was green in judgment, cold in blood ; 
To fay, as I faid then '. But, come, away ; 
Get me ink and paper : he mall have every day 
A (everal greeting, or Pit unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt. 



ii. 

SCENE I. Meffina. A Room in Pompey'j Houfe. 
Enter POMPE Y, MENECRATES, and MENAS. 

POM. If the great gods be juft, they (hall affift 
The deeds of jufteft men. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 2$ 

MEN'- Know, worthy Pompey, 
That what they do delay, they not deny. 

POM. Whiles we are fuitors to their throne, delay's 
The thing we fue for. 

MzNe. We, ignorant of ourfelves, 
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers 
Deny us for our good : fo find we profit, 
By losing of our prayers. 

POM. I (hall do well : 
The people love me, and the fea is mine ; 
My power's a crefcent, and my auguring hope 
Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony 
In Egypt fits at dinner, and will make 
No wars without doors : C&sar gets money, where 
He loses hearts : Lepidiu flatters both, 
Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves, 
Nor either cares for him. 

MEN?. Cessar and Leptdus 
Are in the field ; a mighty ftrength they carry. 

POM. Where had you this ? 'tis falfe. 

MEN?. From Sifoius, fir. 

POM . He dreams ; I know, they are in Rome together, 
Looking for Antony : But all the charms of lov^, 
Salt Cleopatra, foften thy wan lip ; 
Let witch-craft join with beauty, luft with both ! 
Tye up the libertine in a field of feafts, 
Keep his brain fuming ; Epicurean cooks, 
Sharpen with cloylefs fauce his appetite ; 
That deep and feeding may prorogue his honour, 

Enter VARRIUS. 
Even 'till a lethe'd dulnefs_Ho\v now, Varrius? 

FAR. This is moft certain that I mall deliver; 

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24 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Mark Antony is every hour in Rome 
Expe&ed ; fmce he went from Egypt, 'tis 
A fpace for farther travel. 

POM. I could have given lefs matter 
A better ear. Menas, I did not think, 
This amorous furfeiter would have don'd his helm 
For fuch a petty war : his foldierfhip 
Is twice the other twain : But let us rear 
The higher our opinion, that our ftirring 
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck 
The ne'er luft-weary'd Antony. 

MEN. I cannot hope, 
C<fsar and Antony (hall well greet together : 
His wife, that's dead, did trefpafTes to Carsar ; 
His brother war'd upon him ; although, I think, 
Not mov'd by Antony. 

POM. I know not, Menus t 
How lefTer enmities may give way to greater. 
Were't not that we ftand up againft them all, 
'Twere pregnant they fhould fquare between themfelves ; 
For they have entertained cause enough 
To draw their fwords : but how the fear of us 
May cement their divisions, and bind up 
The petty difference, we yet not know : 
Be it as our gods will have it ! It only ftands 
Our lives upon, to use our flrongeft hands. 
Come, Menas. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Rome. A Room in Lepidus' Hcuft. 

Enter ENOBARBUS, *W LEPIDUS. 
LIP. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, 
And fhall become you well, to intreat your captain 



Antony and Cleopatra, 25 

To foft and gentle fpeech. 

ENO. I fhall intreat him 
To anfwer like himfelf : if Cifsar move him, 
Let Antony look over Cesar's head, 
And fpeak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, 
Were I the wearer of Antonio's beard, 
I would not fhave't to-day. 

LEP. 'Tisnot a time 
For private ftomaching. 

ENO, Every time 
Serves for the matter that is then born in't. 

LEP. But fmall to greater matters mult give way. 

ENO. Not if the fmall come firft. 

LEP. Your fpeech is paffion : 
Bat, pray you, ftir no embers up. Here comes 
The noble Antony. 

Enter ANTONY, <zW Ventidius. 

ENO. And yonder C<e$ar. 

Enter CTESAR, MEC^ENAS, and AGRIPPA. 

ANT. If we compose well here, to Parthia : 
Hark you, Pentidius, 

Cys. I do not know, 
Mecttnas ; afk Agrippa. 

LEP. Noble friends, 

That which combin'd us was moft great, and let not 
A leaner aftion rend us. What's amifs, 
May it be gently heard : When we debate 
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit 
Murther in healing wounds: Then, noble partners, 
(The rather, for I earneftly befeech) 
Touch you the foureft points with fweeteft terms, 
Nor curftnefs grow to the matter. 



26 Antony and Cleopatra. 



'Tis fpoken well : 
Were we before our armies, and to fight, 
1 fliould do thus. 

CMS. Welcome to Rome. 

Ant. Thank you. 

CMS. Sit. 

Ant. Sit, fir. 

CMS. Nay, then. 

Anr. I learn, you take things ill, which are not fo ; 
Or, being, concern you not. 

CMS. I muft be laugh'd at, 
If, or for nothing, or a little, I 
Should fay myfelf offended ; and with you 
Chiefly i'the world : more laugh'd at, that I mould 
Once nane you derogately, when to found your name 
It not concern'd me. 

ANT. My being in Egypt, Casar, 
What was't to you ? 

CMS. No more than my residing here at Rome 
Might be to you in Egypt : Yet, if you there 
Did praftife on my ftate, your being in Egypt 
Might be my quefHon. 

Axf. How intend you, praftif'd ? 

CMS. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, 
By what did here befall me : Your wife, and brother, 
Made wars upon me ; and their conteftation 
Was them'd for you, you were the word-of war. 

AN T. You do miftake your businefs ; my brother never 
Did urge me in his adl : I did inquire it ; 
And have my learning from fome true reports, 
That drew their fwords with you. Did he not rather 
Difcredit my authority with yours ; 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 27 

And make the wars alike againft my ftomach, 
Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters 
Before did fatiffy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, 
(As matter whole you have not to make it with) 
It muft not be with this. 

. You praise yourfelf, 



By laying to me defeds of judgment : but 

up your excufes. 
. Not fo, not fo : 



You patch'd up your excufes. 



I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, 

Very neceffity of this thought, That I, 

Your partner in the cause 'gainft which he fought, 

Could not with grateful eyes attend those wars 

Which 'fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, 

I would you had her fpirit in fuch another : 

The third o' the world is yours ; which with a fnafHe 

You may pace easy, but not fuch a wife. 

ENO. 'Would we had all fuch wives, that the men 
might go to wars with the women. 

Ant '. So much uncurbable, her garboils, C&sar, 
Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted 
Shrewdnefs of policy too) I grieving grant, 
Did you too much difquiet : for that, you muft 
But fay, I could not help it. 

CMS. I wrote to you, 
When, rioting in Alexandria, you 
Did pocket up my letters ; and with taunts 
Did gibe my mifliye out of audience. 

ANT. Sir, 

He fell upon me, ere admitted ; then 
Three kings I had newly feafted, and did want 
Of what I was i'the morning: but, next day, 

7 defefts of judgment to me '3 graceful! 



28 Antony and Cleopatra. 

I told him of myfelf; which was as much 
As to have afk'd him pardon : Let this fellow 
Be nothing of our ftrife; if we contend, 
Out of our queftion wipe him. 

CJE.S. You have broken 

The article of your oath; which you mall never 
Have tongue to charge me with. 

LEP. Soft, Casar. 

Avr. No, 

Lepidus, let him fpeak ; 
The honour is facred which he talks on now, 

Supposing that I lack'd it: but on, Casar ; 

The article of my oath, 

Csf.s. Tolend me arms, and aid, when I requir'd them \ 
The which you both deny'd. 

AvT. Neglefted, rather ; 

And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up 
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, 
I'll play the penitent to you : but mine honefty 
Shall not make poor my greatnefs, nor my power 
Work without it : Truth is, that Fulvia, 
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here ; 
For which myfelf, the ignorant motive, do 
So far afk pardon, as befits mine honour 
To ftoop in fuch a cafe. 

LEP. 'Tis nobly fpokcn. 

MEC. If it might please you, to enforce no further 
The griefs between ye : to forget them quite, 
Were to remember that the present need 
Speak to atone you. 

LEP. Worthily fpoken, Mec<exas. 

ENO. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the 



Antony and Cleopatra. 29 

inftant, you may, when you hear no more words of 
Pompey, return it again : you fhall have time to wrangle 
in, when you have nothing elfe to do. 

Awr. Thou art a foldier only; fpeak no more. 

EKO. That truth mould be iilent, I had almoil 
forgot. [more. 

ANT. You wrong this presence, therefore fpeak no 

ENO. Go to then; your confiderate ftone. 

CMS. I do not much diilike the manner, but 
The matter of his fpeech : for't cannot be, 
We (hall remain in friendship, our conditions 
So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew 
What hoop mould hold us {launch, from edge to edge 
O'the world I would purfueit. 

AGR. Give me leave, C<?jar, 

C^s. Speak, Agrippa. 

AGR. Thou haft a fifter by the mother's fide, 
Admir'd Qcta<via : great Mark Antony 
Is now a widower : 

CXES. Say not fo, dgrippa. ; 
\iCleopatra heard you, your reproof 
Were well deserv'd of ralhnefs. 

ANT. I am not marry'd, Ca?sar : let me hear 
Agrippa further fpeak. 

ACR. To hold you in perpetual amity, 
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts 
With an unflipping knot, take Antony 
Qclatvia to his wife : whose beauty claims 
No worfe a husband than the beft of men ; 
Whose virtue, and whose general graces, fpeak 
That which none elfe can utter. By this marriage, 
All little jealoufies, which now feem great, 

9 the matter, but | The manner * not, fay Agr- al your proofe 



go Antony and Cleopatra. 

And all great fears, which now import their dangers, 
Would then be nothing : truths would ti>en be tales, 
Where now half tales be truths : her love to both 
Would, each to other, and all loves to both, 
Draw after her. Pardon what I have fpoke ; 
For 'tis a fludy'd, not a present thought, 
By duty ruminated. 

AST. Will C*sar fpeak ? 

C^ES. Not 'till he hears how Antony is touch'd 
With what is fpoke already. 

AKT. What power is in Agrippa, 
If I would fay, Agrippa, be it Jo, 
To make this good ? 

C^s. The power of Ceesar, and 
His power unto Oflavia. 

Atif. May I never 
To this good purpose, that fo fairly (hews, 

Dream of impediment ! Let me have thy hand : 

Further this al of grace ; And, from this hour, 
The heart of brothers govern in our loves, 
And fway our great defigns ! 

C/5ES. There is my hand. 
A fitter I bequeath you, whom no brother 
Did ever love fo dearly : Let her live 
To join our kingdoms, and our hearts ; and never 
Fly off our loves again ! 

LEP. Happily! Amen. 

ANT . I did not think to draw my fword 'gainft Pompej 
For he hath lay'd ftrange courteiies, and great, 
Of late upon me: I muft thank him only, 
Left my remembrance fuffer ill report ; 
At heel of that, defy him. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 31 

LEP. Time calls upon us : 
Of us muft Pompey presently be fought, 
Or elfe he feeks out us. 

Aur. Where lies he, ^ac0ar f 

C^s. About the mount Mifenum. 

AKT. What's his ftrength 
By land ? 

C^ES. Great, and increasing: but by fea 
He is an abfolute mailer. 

AKT. So is the fame. 

Would we had fpoke together! Hade we for it: 
Yet, ere we put ourfelves in arms, difpatch we 
The businefs we have talk'd of. 

C&s. With moil gladnefs ; 
And do invite you to my filler's view, 
Whither ftraight I'll lead you. 
- ANT. Let us, Lepidui, 
Not lack your company. 

LEP. Noble Antony, 
Not ficknefs ihould detain me. 

[Exeunt C^SAR, ANTONY, <WLEPiDus. 

MEC. Welcome from Egypt, fir. 

EKO. Half the heart of C&tar, worthy Mec#nas ! 

my honourable friend, Agrippa! 

Ac R. Good Enobarbm ! 

MEC. We have cause to be glad, that matters are 
fo well digeiled. You flay'd well by it in Egypt. 

ENO. Ay, fir; we did ileep day out of countenance, 
and made the night light with drinking. 

MEC. Eight wild boars roafted whole at a breakfail, 
and but twelve perfons there; Is this true? 

EKO. This was but as a fly by an eagle : we had much 

5 Mount-Mefena, 



32 Antony and Cleopatra. 

more monftrous matter of feaft, which worthily deserved 
noting. 

MEC. She's a moft triumphant lady, if report be fquare 
to her. 

ENO. When fhe firft met Mark Antony , me purf'd up 
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. 

AGR. There fhe appear'd indeed ; or my reporter 
Devis'd well for her. 

ENO. I will tell you, fir: 
The barge (he fat in, like a burnim'd throne, 
Burnt on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; 
Purple the fails, and fo perfumed, that 
The winds were love-fick with them : the oars were filver ; 
Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made 
The water, which they beat, to follow fafter, 
As amorous of their flrokes. For her own perfon, 
It beggar'd all defcription : fhe did lye 
In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tiflue) 
O'er-picluring that Venus, where we fee 
The fancy out-work nature ; on each fide her 
Stood pretty dimpl'd boys, like fmiling Cupids, 
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whose wind did feem 
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, 
And what they undid, did. 

AGR. O, rare for Antony! 

ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, 
So many mermaids, tended her i'the eyes, 
And made their bends adornings: at the helm 
A feeming mermaid fleers ; the filken tackle 
Swell with the touches of those flower-foft hands, 
That yarely frame the office. From the barge, 
A ftrange invisible perfume hits the fenfe 

*> To lore tke 



Antony and Cleopatra. 3 $ 

Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft 
Her people out upon her : and Antony, 
Enthron'd i'the market-place, did fit alone, 
Whittling to the air; which, but for vacancy, 
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, 
And made a gap in nature. 

AGR. Rare Egyptian! 

ENO. Upon her landing, Antony fent to her, 
Invited her to fupper : me reply'd, 
It mould be better, he became her gueft ; 
Which me intreated: Our courteous Antony, 
Whom ne'er the word of no woman heard fpeak, 
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feaft ; 
And, for his ordinary, pays his heart, 
For what his eyes eat only. 

AGR. Royal wench! 

She made great C<esar lay his fword to bed ; 
He plough'd her, and (he cropt. 

ENO. Ifawheronce 

Hop forty paces through the publick ftreet : 
And having loft her breath, me fpoke, and panted ; 
That me did make defeft, perfection, 
And, breathlefs, power breath forth. 

M.EC. Now Antony 
Mult leave her utterly. 

ENO. Never; he will not: 
Age cannot wither her, nor cuftom ftale 
Her infinite variety : Other women cloy 
The appetites they feed; but me makes hungry, 
Where moft (he fatifhes. For vileft things 
Become themfelves in her; that the holy priefb 
Blefs her, when (he is riggiih. 



34 Antony and Cleopatra. 

MEC. If beauty, wisdom, modefty, can fettle 
The heart of Antony, Oflavia is 
A bleft allottery to him. 

AGK. Let us go 

Good Enobarbus, make yourfelf my gueft, 
Whilft you abide here. 

EKO. Humbly, fir, I thank you. [Exeunt. 



SCENE 111. 7' he fame. A Room in 

/ C;ESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; 
Attendants behind, and Sooth fayer. 

ANT. The world, and my great office, will fometimes 
Divide me from your bosom. 

Oct. All which time, 

Before the gods my knee fhall bow in prayers 
To them for you. 

A 'NT. Good night, fir. _ My Ofiavia, 
Read not my blemifhes in the world's report : 
I have not kept my fquare ; but that to come 
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. 

OCT. Good night, fir. 

CMS. Good night. 

[Exeunt CAESAR, OCTAVIA, and Attendants. 

ANT. Now, firrah! you do wifh yourfelf in Egypt ? 

Soo. 'Would I had never come from thence, nor you 
Thither! 

ANT. If you can, your reason ? 

Soo. I fee it in 

My motion, have it not in my tongue : But yet 
Hye you again to Egypt. 

ANT. Say to me, 
Whose fortunes fhall rise higher, Casar's, or mine ? 

3 blcfled Lottery * 5. bpwe my prayers so to E gy p t aga i ne 



Antony and Cleopatra. 35 

Son. Ctesar's. 

Therefore, o Antony r , flay not by his fide : 
Thy dxmon, that's thy fpirit which keeps thee, is 
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, 
Where Cesar's is not ; but, near him, thy angel 
Becomes a fear, as being o'er-power'd ; and therefore 
Make fpace enough between you. 

ANT. Speak this no more. 

Soo. To none but thee ; no more, but when to thee. 
If thou doft play with him at any game, 
Thou are fure to lose ; and, of that natural luck, 
He beats thee 'gainft the odds : thy luftre thickens, 
When he fhines by : I fay again, thy fpirit 
Is all afraid to govern thee near him ; 
But, he away, 'tis noble. 

dNT. Get thee gone : 

Say to Ventidius, I would fpeak with him : 

{Exit Soothfayer. 

He fhall to Parthla. Be it art, or hap, 
He hath fpoken true : The very dice obey him ; 
And, in our fports, my better cunning faints 
Under his chance : if we draw lots, he fpeeds : 
His cocks do win the battle ftill of mine, 
When it is all to nought ; and his quails ever 
Eeat mine, in whoop'd-at odds. I will \aEgypt: 
And though I make this marriage for my peace, 
I' the eaft my pleasure lies O, come, Feniiciius, 

Enter Ventidius. 

You muft to Parthia; your commiffion's ready : 
Follow me, and receive 't. \Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. rbejtme. A Street, 
*5 aKvay *5 fin hoopt) at odd'a 

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3& Antony and Cleopatra. 

Enter LEPIDUS, attended', MEC^INAS, and AGRIPPA. 

LEP . Trouble yourfelves no farther : pray you, hallen 
Your generals after. 

AG R . Sir, Mark Antony 
Will e'en but kifs Ofiavia, and we'll follow. . 

LEP. 'Till I fhall fee you in your foldier's clrefs, 
Which will become you both, farewel. 

MEC. We fhall, 

As I conceive the journey, be at the mount 
Before you, Lepidus. 

LEP. Your way is fhorter, 
My purposes do draw me much about; 
You'll win two days upon me. 

MEC. AGR. Sir, good fuccefs ! 

LEP. Farewel. [Exeunt fever ally. 

SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, WAlexas. 

CLE. Give me fome musick; musick, moody food 
Of us that trade in love. 

Att. The musick, ho ! 

Enter MARDIAN. 

CLE. Let it alone; let us to billiards :_come, 
Cbarmian, 

CHA. My arm is fore, beft play with Mardian. 

CLE. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, 
As with a woman: Come, you'll play with me, fir ? 

MJR. As well as I can, madam. [too fhort, 

CLE. And when good will is fliew'd, though 't corae 
The adlor may plead pardon. I'll none now : 

Give me mine angle, We'll to the river: there, 

My musick playing far off, I will betray 



Antony and Cleopatra. 37 

Tawny-fin'd fifties : my bended hook mall pierce 
Their flimy jaws ; and, as I draw them up, 
I'll think them every one an Antony, 
And fay, Ah, ha ! you're caught. 

CHA. 'Twas merry, when 
You wager'd on your angling ; when your diver 
Did hang a falt-fifh on his hook, which he 
With fervency drew up. 

CL E . That time ! _ o times !_ 
I laugh'd him out of patience ; and that night 
I laugh'd him into patience : and next morn, 
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed ; 
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilfl 

I wore his fword Philippan. O, from Italy ; 

Enter a Meflenger. 

Rain thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears. 
That long time have been barren. 

Me/. Madam, madam, 

CLE. Antony's dead : If thou fay fo, 

Villain, thou kill'ft thy miftrefs : but well, and free, 
If thou fo yield him, there is =f gold, and here ~f~ 
My blueft veins to kifs ; a hand, that kings 
Have lip'd, and trembl'd kiffing. 

Me/. Firft, madam, he is well. [We use 

CLE. Why, there's more ^ gold. But, firrah, mark; 
To fay, the dead are well : bring it to that, 
The gold, I give thee, will I melt, and ponr 
Down thy ill -uttering throat. 

Me/. Good madam, hear me. 

CLE. Well, goto, I will ; 
But there's no goodnefs in thy face: If Antcvy 
Be free, and healthful, toJ)2 f ta rt a favour 

' fine fifkes 1<s Ramme thou 



38 Antony and Cleopatra. 

To trumpet fuch good tidings ? If not well, 

Thou Ihould'ft come like a fury crown'd with fnakes, 

Not like a formal man. 

Mef. Will't please you hear me ? 

CLE. I have a mind to ftrike thee, ere thou fpeak'ft: 
Yet if thou fay, Antony lives, is well, 
Or friends with Conor, or not captive to him, 
I'll fet thee in a mower of gold, and hail 
Rich pearls upon thee. 

Mef. Madam, he's well. 

CLE. Wellfaid. 

Mef. And friends with Casar. 

CLE. Thon'rt an honeft man. 

Mef. Casar and he are greater friends than ever. 

CLE. Mark thee a fortune from me. 

Mef. But yet, madam, 

CLE. I do not like but yet, it does allay 
The good precedence; fie upon tut jet: 
But yet is as a jailer to bring forth 
Some monftrous malefaftor. Pr'ythee, friend, 
Pour out thy pack of matter to mine ear, 
The good and bad together : He's friends with C<r:ar ; 
In ftate of health, thoufay'ft; and, thou fay'ft, free. 

Mef. Free, madam ! no ; I made no fuch report : 
He's bound unto Ottawa. 

CL z . For what good turn ? 

Mef. For the beft turn i' the bed. 

CLE. I am pale, Charmian. 

Mef. Madam, he's marry'd to OJlavla. 

CLE. The mod infectious peftilence upon thee ! 

\Jlnkts him dwn. 

Mef. Good madam, patience. 

*tiwell *' thepacke 



Antony and Cleopatra. 39 

CLE . What lay you ? [Jir iking him again.~\ Hence, 
Horrible villain! or I'll fpurn thine eyes 
Like balls before me ; I'll unhair thy head : 

[bales him up and do-iun. 

Thou (halt be whipt with wire, and ftew'd in brine, 
Smarting in ling'ring pickle. 

Mef. Gracious madam, 
I, that do bring the news, made not the match. 

CLE. Say, 'tis not fo, a province I will give thee, 
And make thy fortunes proud : the blow thou had'll 
Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; 
And I will boot thee with what gift beflde 
Thy modefty can beg. 

Mef. He's marry'd, madam. 

CLE. Rogue, thou haft liy'd too long. \dra*wsaD agger. 

Mef. Nay, then I'll run : _ 
What mean you, madam ? I have made no fault. 

[Exit MefTenger. 

CKA. Good madam, keep yourfelf within yourfelf; 
The man is innocent. 

CLE. Some innocents 'fcape not the thunder-bolt. _ 
Melt Egypt into Nile/ and kindly creatures 
Turn all to ferpents!_Call the flave again ; 
Though I am mad, I will not bite him; call, 

CSA. He is afeard to come. 

CLE. 1 will not hurt him:_ 
These hands do lack nobility, that they ftrike 
A meaner than myfelf ; fince I myfelf 
Have given myfelf the cause. _ Come hither, fir : 

Re-enter Mefienger. 
Though it be honeft, it is never good 
To bring bad news : Give to a gracious meflage 

J 3 



40 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Anhoft of tongues; but let ill tidings tell 
Themfelves, when they be felt. 

Me/. I have but done my duty. 

CLE. Is he marry 'd ? 
J cannot hate thee worfer than I do, 
If thou again fay, yes. 

Me/. He's marry'd, madam. [flill ? 

CLE. The gods confound thee ! doft thou hold there 

Me/. Should I lye, madam r 

CLE. O, I would, thou didft; 
So half my Egypt were fubmerg'd, and made 
A ciftern for fcal'd fnakes ! Go, get thee hence ; 
Had'ft thou Narcijfiii in thy face, to me 
Thou would'ft appear moft ugly. He is marry'd ? 

Me/. I crave your highnefs' pardon. 

CLE. He is marry'd ? 

Me/. Take no offence, that I would not offend you : 
To punifh me for what you make me do, 
Seems much unequal : He's marry'd to QSia'via. 

CLE. O, that his fault mould make a knave of thee, 
That fay'ft but what thou art fure of! Get thee hence : 
The merchandize, which thou haft brought from Rcme, 
Are all too dear for me ; Lye they upon thy hand, 
And be undone by 'em ! [Exit MefTenger. 

CHA. Good your highnefs, patience. 

CLE. In praising dittany, I have difprais'd 

CHA. Many times, madam. 

CLE. lam pay'd for't now. 
Lead me from hence, 

I faint ; O Iras, Cbarmian, tr Yis no matter : _ 
Go to the fellow, good Alexas ; bid him 
Report the feature of Otfa-via, her years, 

if That art cot what 



Antony and Cleopatra. 4! 

Her inclination, let him not leave out 

The colour of her hair : bring me word quickly. 

\Exit Alexas. 

Let him for ever go : Let him not, Cbarmian j 
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, 

The other way's a Mars : Bid you Alexas \to Mardian. 

Bring me word, how tall me is. Pity me, Charmian, 

But do not fpeak to me. Lead me to my chamber. 

SCENE VI. Country near Mifenum. 

Fkurijh. Enter, from opposite Sides, POMPEY, 

MENAS, and Others; CJESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, 

ENOBARBUS, and Others. 

POM. Your hoftages I have, fo have you mine ; 
And we mall talk before we fight. 

CMS. Moil meet, 

That firft we come to words; and therefore have we 
Our written purposes before us fent: 
Which if thou haft confider'd, let us know 
Jf 'twill tye up thy difcontented fword ; 
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth, 
That elfe muft perifh here. 

POM . To you all three, 
The fenators alone of this great world, 
Chief faftors for the gods, I do not know, 
Wherefore my father mould revengers want, 
Having afon, and friends; fince Julius Caesar, 
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghofted, 
There faw you labouring for him. What was't 
That mov'd pale Cajfius to confpire ? And what 
Made the all-honour'd, honeft, Roman Brutus, 
With the arm'd re3, courtiers of beauteous freedom, 

14 



4* Antony and Cleopatra, 

To drench the capitol ; but that they would 
Have one man but a man ? And that is it, 
Hath made me rig my navy ; at whose burthen 
The anger'd ocean foams ; with which I meant 
To fcourge the ingratitude that defpightful Rome 
Caft on my noble father. 

CAS. Take your rime. 

JUT. Thou can'ft not fear us, Pcmfey, with thy faiU 
We'll fpeak with thee at fea : at land, thou know'ii 
How much we do o'er-count thee. 

POM. At land, indeed, 

Thou doft o'er-count me of my father's houfe : 
But, fince the cuckoo builds not for himfelf, 
Remain in't, as thou may'lh 

LEP. Be pleas'd to tell us, 
(For this is from the present) how you take 
The offers we have fent you. 

C<&s. There's the point. 

A tit. Which do not be intreated to, but weigh 
What it is worth embrac'd : 

C&s. And what may follow, 
To try a larger fortune. 

POM. You have made me offer 
Of Sicily, Sardinia ; and I muft 
Rid all the fea of pirates : then, to fend 
Measures of wheat to Rome : This 'greed upon, 
To part with nnback'd edges, and bear back 
Our targe undinted. 

CMS. Awr. LSP. That's our offer. 

POM. Know then, 

I came before you here, a man prepar'd 
To take this offer: Bat Mark Antony 

"Targe, 



Antony and Cleopatra. 43 

Put me to feme impatience :_ Though I lose 
The praise of it by telling, You muft know, 
When Cifsar and your brother were at blows, 
Your mother came to Sicily t and did find 
Her welcome friendly. 

A 'xr. I have heard it, Pompey; 
And am well ftudy'd for a liberal thanks, 
Which I do owe you. 

POM. Let me have your hand : 
I did not think, fir, to have met you here. 

AKT . The beds i'the eaft are foft : and thanks to you, 
ThatcalPd me, timelier than my purpose, hither; 
For I have gain'd by't. 

CxEs. Since I faw you laft, 
There is a change upon you. 

POM. Well, I know not, 
What counts harfh fortune cafts upon my face; 
But in my bosom fhall me never come, 
To make my heart her vaflal. 

LEP. Well met here. 

POM. I hope fo, Lepidus, Thus we are agreed: 
I crave, our composition may be written, 
And feal'd between us. 

(7/Es. That's the next to do. 

POM. We'll feafl each other, ere we part; and let us 
Draw lots, who fhall begin. 

AKT. That will I, Pompey. 

POM. No, noble Antony, take the lot : but, firft, 
Or laft, your fine Egyptian cookery 
Shall have the fame. I have heard, that^W"" C<fsar 
Grew fat with feafting there. 

ANT. You have heard much. 



44 Antony and Cleopatra. 

POM. I have fair meaning, fir. 

An-T. And fair words to them. 

POM. Then fo much have I heard. And I have heard, 
jApolladoru,! carry'd ~ 

ENO. No more of that: He did fo. 

POM. What, I pray you ? 

ENO. A certain queen to C/esar in a matrefs. 

POM . I know thee now ; How far'ft thou, foldier ? 

NO. Well; 

And well am like to do ; for, I perceive, 
Four feafls are toward. 

POM. Let me {hake thy hand ; 
I never hated thee : I have feen thee fight, 
When I have envyM thy behaviour. 

ENO. Sir, 

I never lov'd you much ; but I have prais'd you, 
When you have well deserv'd ten times as much 
As 1 have faid you did. 

POM. Enjoy thy plainnefs, 
It nothing ill becomes thee. 
Aboard my galley I invite you all : 
Will you lead, lords ? 

CMS. Ant. LZP. Shew us the way, fir. 

POM. Come. [ExeuntPoMfEY, C/ESAR, ANTONY, 
L E P T D u s , and Attendants. 

MEN. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made 
this treaty. You and I have known, fir. 

EKO. At fea, I think. 

MEN. We have, fir. 

ENO. You have done well by water. 

MEN. And you by land. 

ENO. I will praise any man that will praise me : though 



Antony and Cleopatra. 45 

it cannot be deny'd, what I have done by land. 

MEN. Nor what I have done by water. 

Exo . Yes, fomething you can deny for your own 
fafety : you have been a great thief by fea. 

MEN. And you by land. 

NO. There I deny my land fervice. But give me your 
hand, Menas ; If our eyes had authority, here they might 
take two thieves luffing. 

MEN. All men's faces are true, whatfoe'er their hands 
are. 

EKO . But there is never a fair woman has a true face. 

MEN. No flander; they fteal hearts. 

ENO. We came hither to fight with you. 

MEN. For my part, I am forry it is turn'd to a drink- 
Ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. 

ENO. If he do, fure, he cannot weep it back again. 

MEN. You have faid, fir. We look'd not for Mark 
Antony here; Pray you, is hemarry'd to Cleopatra? 

EKQ. C&sar's filler is call'd Ocla-via. 

MEN. True, fir; {he was the wife of Caius Marcellus* 

ENO . But now ftie is the wife of Marcus Antonius. 

MEN. Pray you, fir, 

ENO. 'Tis true. 

MEN. Then is Ctfsar, and he, for ever knit together. 

A*O . If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would 
not prophefy fo. 

MEN. I think, the policy of that purpose made more 
in the marriage, than the love of the parties. 

ENO. I think fo too. But you (hall find, the band, 
that feems to tye their friendfhip together, will be the 
very ftranglerof their amity : Otfavia is of a holy, cold, 
and ftill converfation. 






46 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Mftt. Who would not have his wife fo ? 

Etfo. Not he, that himfelf is not fo ; which is Mark 
Antony. He will to his Egyptian difh again : then lhall 
the fighs of O<3a<via blow the fire up in Csrsar ; and, as I 
faid before, that which is the ftrength of their amity, mall 
prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will 
use his affeclion where it is ; he marry'd but his occasion 
here. 

MEN. And thus it may be. Come, fir, will you aboard? 
I have a health for you. 

ENO. I (hall take it, fir : we have us'd our throats in 
Egypt. 

MEN. Come; let's away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. ^an/Pompey'sGa 

Under a Pavilion upon Deck, a Banquet Jet out : 
Mustek : Servants attending. 

1. S. Here they'll be, man : Some o' their plants are 
ill rooted already, the leaft wind i' the world will blow 
them down. 

2. S. Lepidus is high-colour'd. 

1 . S. They have made him drink alms-drink. 

2. S. As they pinch one another by the difposition, he 
cries out, no more ; reconciles them to his entreaty, and 
lumfelf to the drink. 

1 . 5. But it raises the greater war between him and his 
difcretion. 

2. S. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's 
fellowfhip : I had as lief have a reed that will do me no 
iervice, as a partizan I could not heave. 

I. S. To be call'd into a huge fphere, and not to be 
(ben to move in't, are the holes where eyes Ihould be, 



Antony and Cleopatra. j^j 

which pitifully disafter the cheeks. 

Muiick plays. Enter C^SAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, 
POMPEY, MENAS, EMOBARBUS, andOthers. 

An*. Thus do they, fir, [to Caes.] They take the flow 
By certain fcales i'the pyramid ; they know, [o'the Nile, 
By the height, the lownefs, or the mean, if dearth, 
Or foizon, follow : The higher Nilus fwells, 
The more it promises : as it ebbs, the feedsman 
Upon the flime and ooze fcatters his grain, 
And fhortly comes to harveft. 

LE P. You've ftrange ferpents there. 

ANT. Ay, Lepidus. 

LEP. Your ferpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud 
by the operation of the fun : fo is your crocodile. 

AST. They are fo. 

POM. Sit, and fome wine A health to LepUus. 

LEP. I am not fo well as I mould be, but I'll ne'er 
out. 

t?o. " Not 'till you have flept ; I fear me, you'll be 
"in 'till then." 

LEP. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptolemies' py- 
ramifes are very goodly things; without contradiction, I 
have heard that. 

MEN. " Pompey, a word. " 

POM. "Say in mine ear; Whatis't?" 

MEN. " Forfake thy feat, I do befeech thee, captain, " 
" And hear me fpeak a word. " [pidus. 

POM. "Forbear me 'till anon." This wine for Le- 

LEP. What manner o'thing is your crocodile? 

AXT. It is ihap'd, fir, like itfelf ; and it is as broad a*. 
:t hath breadth : it is jufl fo high as itis, and moves with 
n' o\vn organs : it livei by that which nourilheth it ; and, 



48 Antony and Cleopatra. 

the elements once out of it, it transmigrates. 

LE P. What colour is it of? 

ANT. Of it's own colour too. 

Lfp. 'Tis a ftrange ferpent. 

Awr. 'Tis fo, And the tears of it are wet. 

C-ES. " Will this defcription fatiffy him ? " 

Ant. " With the health thztPompey gives him, elfehe 
"is a very epicure." [Away : 

POM. Go, hang, fir, hang : [to Men.] Tell me of that ! 
Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for? 

MEN. " If for the fake of merit thou wilt hear me," 
" Rise from thy ftool. " [" The matter ? " 

POM. I think thou'rtmad. [rising, andfteppingafide.~\ 

MEN. " I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes." 

POM. " Thou haft ferv'd me with much faith : What's 
Be jolly, lords. [elfe to fay ? "__ 

Axr. These quickfands, Lepidut, 
Keep off them, for you fink. 

MEN. "Wilt thou be lord of all the world r" 

POM. " What fay'ft thou ? " [twice." 

ME N. " Wilt tho'u be lord of the whole world ? That's 

POM. " How mould that be ? " 

MEN. "But entertain it," 

"And, though thou think me poor, I am the man" 
"Will give thee all the world." 

POM. "Thou haft drunk well." 

MEN. "No, Pompcy, I have kept me from the cup." 
" Thou art, if thou dar'ft be, the earthly Jove :" 
" Whate'er the ocean pales, or fky inclips, " 
" Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. " 

POM. "Shew me which way." 

Mt K. " These three world-fharers,thee competitors," 

* Haft thou 



Antony and Cleopatra. 49 

" Are in thy veflel : Let me cut the cable ; " 

" And, when we are put off, fall to their throats :" 

" All then is thine." 

POM. "Ah, this thou fhould'ft have done, " 
" And not have fpoke of it ! In me, 'tis villany ;" 
" In thee, 't had been good fervice. Thou muft know," 
" 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;" 
" Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue" 
"Hath fo betray'd thine aft : Being done unknown," 
" I mould have found it afterwards well done ;" 
" But muft condemn it now. Desift, and drink." 

MEN. " For this," [looking contemptibly after him. 
" I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more " 
" Whofeeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd," 
" Shall never find it more. " [Joins the Company. 

POM. This health to Lepidus. 

Av*T. Bear him afhore. [to an Attendant. 

I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. 

ENO. Here's to thee, Menas. 

ME A*. Enubarbus, welcome. 

POM. Fill, 'till the cup be hid. 

[LEPIDUS born of. 

ENO. There's a ftrong fellow, Menas. 

MEN. Why ? 

ENO. He bears 
The third part of the world, man ; Seefl not ? [all, 

MEN. The third part then is drunk : 'Would it were 
That it might go on wheels. 

ENO. Drink thou, encreafe the reels. 

MEN. Come. 

POM. This is not yet an Alexandrian feail. 

ANT, It ripens towards it Strike theveflels, ho! 

3 there i* *? then he Is 



50 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Here is to C<rsar. 

CMS. I could well forbear't. 
It's monftrous labour, when I wafh my brain, 
And it grows fouler. 

JJNT. Be a child o'the time. 

CMS. Possefs it, I'll make anfwer: but I had rather 
Faft from all four days, than drink fo much in one. 

Ejio. Ha, my brave emperor ! [to Ant.] {hall we dance 
The Egyptian bacchanals, and celebrate our drink? [now 
Po:.t. Let's ha't, good foldier. [they rise, 

dwr. Come, let's all take hands ; 
Till that the conquering wine hath fteep'd our fenfe 
In foft and delicate lethe. 

NO. All take hands 

Make battery to our ears with the loud musick :-_ 
The while, I'll place you : Then the boy fhall fing ; 
The holding every man fhall bear, as loud 
As his flrong fides can volly. 
[Mustek plays. Enobarbus//sj them band in hand. 

SONG. 

Come, thou monarch cf the vine, 
plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne : 
in thy vats our cares be eirc^vn'd; 
with thy grapes our hairs be crown* J ; 
cup us, 'till the world go round, 
cup us, 'till the world go round. 

[_ Good brother, 

CMS. What would you more ^-.Pompey, goodnight. 
Let me requeft you, off: our graver businefs 

Frowns at this levity Gentle lords, let's part; 

You fee, we have burnt our cheeks : ftrong Enobarbt 
Is weaker than the wine ; and mine own tongue 

'7 beate at 



Antony and Cleopatra. 5 1 

Splits what it fpeaks : the wild difguise hath almoft 
Antickt us all. What needs more words ? Good night. _ 
Good Antony, your hand. 

POM. I'll try you on the more. 

ANT. And fhall, fir : give's your hand. 

POM. O Antony, 

You have my father's houfe, But what : we are friends ; 
Come, down into the boat. 

ENO. Take heed you fall not. 

[Ereunt POM. CJES. ANT. and Attendants. 
Mcnas, I'll not on more. 

$en. No, to my cabin. _ [hear, 

These drums, these trumpets, flutes, what let Neptune 
We bid aloud farewel to these great fellows : 
Sound, and be hang'd, found out. 

\FlouriJh cf loud Musick. 

ENO. Ho, fays' a '. There's my cap. 

A?A T . Ho, noble captain ! Come. [Exeunt. 

ACT III. 

SCENE I. A Plain in Syria. 

Enter, as from Conquejl, VENTIDIUS, 

with Si Li us, and other Romans, Of.cen and Salt- lets, 

the dead Body of Pacorus born before him. 

PEN. Now, darting Partbia, art thou ftruck; and now 
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Grafts' death 
Make me revenger Bear the king's fon's body 
Before our army : Thy Paccrus, OroJes, 
Pays this for Marcus Cra/fus. 

SJL. Noble Ventidius, 



VOL. VIII. 



5 2 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm, 

The fugitive Parthiatts follow ; fpur through Media, 

Mefopotamia, and the flickers whither 

The routed fly : fo thy grand captain Antony 

Shall fet thee on triumphant chariots, and 

Put garlands on thy head. 

Vn N. O Si /i us, Si 'Ii 'us, 

I have done enough : A lower place, note well, 
May make too great an aft : For learn this, Silius ; 
Better to leave undone, than by our deed 
Acquire too high a fame, when he we ferve's away. 
C<esar, and Antony, have ever won 
More in their officer, than perfon : SoJ/ius, 
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, 
For quick accumulation of renown, 
Which he atchiev'd by the minute, loft his favour. 
Who does i'the wars more than his captain can, 
Becomes his captain's captain : and ambition, 
The foldier's virtue, rather makes choife of lofs, 
Than gain, which darkens him. 
I could do more to do Antonius good, 
But 'twould offend him ; and in his offence 
Should my performance perifh. 

5/x . Thou haft, Ventidius, that, 
Without the which a foldier, and his fword, 
Grants fcarce diftinclion. Thou wilt write to Antony r 

PEN. I'll humbly fignify what in his name, 
That magical word of war, we have effefted ; 
How, with his banners, and his well-pay'd ranks, 
The ne'er-yet-beaten horfe of Partbia 
We have jaded out o' the field. 

Su . Where is he now ? 

1 * when him we 



Antony and Cleopatra. 53 

VZN. He purposeth to Athens : where, with what hafte 
The weight we muft convey with us will permit, 
We lhall appear before him. On, there; pafs along. 

SCENE IT. Rome. An Anti-room in Cxszr's Houfe. 
Enter AGRIPPA, aWENOBARBUs, meeting. 

AGR. What, are the brothers parted? 

ENO . They have difpatch'd with Pompey, he is gone ; 
The other three are fealing. Ofiavia weeps 
To part from Rome : C&sar is fad ; and Lepidus, 
Since Pompey's feaft, as Menas fays, is troubl'd 
With the green ficknefs. 

AGR. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. 

ENO. A very fine one : O, how he loves C&sarf 

AGR. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony ! 

ENO. Ctesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. 

AGR. What's Antony? The god oijupitir. 

ENO. Spake you of C<esar ? O, the non-pareil ! 

AGR. O Antony ! O thou Arabian bird ! [farther. 

ENO. Would you praise C<eiar, fay, C<esar; go no 

AGR. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellentpraises. 

ENO. But he loves Caesar beft ; Yet he loves Antony : 
Ho ! hearts, tongues, figures, fcribes, bards, poets, cannot 
Think, fpeak, caft, write, fmg, number, ho, his love 
To Antony. But as for Cessar, fmccf, 
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. 

AGR . Both he loves. [pet nvitbin] So, 

ENO. They are his mards, and he their beetle: [Trum- 
This is to horfe: Adieu, noble Agrippa. 

AGR. Good fortune, worthy foldier; and farewel ! 

Enter C/ESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, aWOcTAViA. 
ANT. No farther, fir. [to Cssar. 

1 whither with '7 ^r. What's *3 Figure, 

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54 Antony and Cleopatra. 

CMS. You take from me a great part of myfelf; 
Use me well in't Sifter, prove fuch a wife 
As my thoughts make thee, and as my fartheft bond 
Shall pafs on thy approof. _ Moft noble Antony, 
Let not the piece of virtue, which is fet 
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love, 
To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter 
The fortrefs of it : for far better might we 
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts 
This be not cherifh'd. 

ANT. Make me not offended 
In your diftruft. 

CMS. I have faid. 

ANT. You mail not find, 
Though you be therein curious, the leaft cause 
For what you feem to fear : So, the gods keep you, 
And make the hearts of Romans ferve your ends ! 
We will here part* 

CMS. Farewel, my deareft fifter, fare thee well; 
The elements be kind to thee, and make 
Thy {pirits all of comfort ! fare thee well. 

OCT. My noble brother, 

ANT. The Apri?* in her eyes; Tt is love's fpring, 
And these the fhowers to bring it on :__Be chearful. 

OCT. Sir, look well to my hufband's houfe ; and 

CMS. What, 



OCT. I'll tell you in your ear. [taking him a/tJe. 

ANT. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can 
Her heart inform her tongue : the fwan's down feather, 
That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide, 
And neither way inclines. 



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Antony and Cleopatra. 55 

ENO . " Will C*sar weep ? " 

AGR. "He has a cloud in's face." 

Eno . " He were the worfe for that, were he a horfe ; " 
"So is he, being a man." 

AGR. "Why, Enobarbus?" 
" When Antony found Julius C<esar dead," 
" He cry'd almoft to roaring : and he wept, " 
" When at Philippi he found Brutus flain." [rheum ;" 

ENO. "That year, indeed, he was troubl'd with a 
" What willingly he did confound, he wail'd :" 
" Believ't, 'till I weep too." 

C^s. No, fweet Qctavla, [coming forivard. 

You {hall hear from me ftill ; the time lhall not 
Out-go my thinking on you. 

AKT. Come, fir, come ; 
I'll wreftle with you in my ftrength of love: 
Look, here I have you ~j~ ; thus I let you go, 
And give you to the gods. 

Css. Adieu; be happy! 

LEP. Let all the number of the ftars give light 
To thy fair way ! 

C^s. Farewel. Farewel. [ki^s Oftavia. 

Avf. Farewel. \FlouriJh. Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, a 
CLE. Where is the fellow ? 
ALE. Half afeard to come. 

CLE. Go to, go to : Come hither, fir. 

Enter MefTenger. 
ALL Good majefty, 
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56 Antony and Cleopatra. 

But when you are well pleas'd. 

CLE. That Herod's head 
I'll have : But how ? when Antony is gone, 
Through whom I might command it. Come thounear. 

Me/. Moft gracious majefty, 

CLE . Did'ft thou behold 
Ottawa ? 

Mef. Ay, dread queen. 

CLE. Where? 

Mef. Madam, in Rome 
I look'd her in the face ; and faw her led 
Between her brother and Mark Antony. 

CLE. Is me as tall as me ? 

Mef. She is not, madam. [low ? 

CLE . Did'ft hear her fpeak ? Is me fhrill-tongu'd, or 

Mef. Madam, I heard her fpeak ; fhe is low-voic'd. 

CLE. That's not fo good: he cannot like her long. 

CHA. Like her ? Q IJit ! 'tis impoflible. [dwarfifh!_ 

CLE. I think fo, Cbarmian: Dull of tongue, and 
What majefty is in her gate ? Remember ; 
If e'er thou lookd'ft on majefty. 

Mef. She creeps ; 

Her motion and her ftation are as one : 
She mews a body, rather than a life ; 
A ftatue, than a breather. 

CLE. Is this certain? 

Mef. Or I have no observance. 

CHA. Three in Egypt 
Cannot make better note. 

CLE. He's very knowing, 
I do perceive't : There's nothing in her yet : 
The fellow has good judgment. 

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CHA. Excellent. 

CLE. Guefs at her years, I pr'ythee. 

Me/, ^er pears, madam ? 
She was a widow : 

CLE. Widow? Cbarmian, hark. 

Me/. And I do think, fhe's thirty. 

CLE. Bear'ft thou her face 
In mind ? is't long, or round ? 

Me/. Round, even to faultinefs. fo._ 

CLE. For the mod part too, they are foolifh that arc 
Her hair, what colour ? 

Me/. Brown, madam : And her forehead 
As low as me would wifti it. 

CLE. There's gold =f for thee. 
Thou muft not take my former fharpnefs ill : 
J will employ thee back again ; I find thee 
Moft fit for businefs : Go, make thee ready, tofrife 
Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit MefTenger. 

CHA. A proper man. 

CLE. Indeed, he is fo : I repent me much 
That fo I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him, 
This creature's no fuch thing. 

CHA. 3D, nothing, madam. [know. 

CLE. The man hath feen fome majefty, and mould 

CHA. Hath he feen majefty: 7/frelfe defend, 
And ferving you fo long 1 \Cbarmian : 

CLE. I have one thing more to aflc him yet, good 
But 'tis no matter; thou malt bring him to me 
Where I will write : All may be well enough. 

CHA. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's Houfe. 

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Enter ANTONY, 

Atit. Nay, nay, Oflavia, not only that, 
That were excusable, that, and thousands more 
Of femblable import, but he hath wag'd 
New wars 'gainft Pompey ; made his will, and read it 
To publick ear : 

Spoke fcant'ly of me: when perforce he could not 
But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly 
He vented them ; moft narrow measure lent me : 
When the beft hint was given him, he not took't, 
Or did it from his teeth. 

OCT. O my good lord, 
Believe not all; or, if you muft believe, 
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, 
If this division chance, ne'er ftood between, 
Praying for both parts : The good gods will mock me, 
When I mail pray, O, ile^s my hujband! presently 
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud 
O, blefs my brother ! Husband win, win brother, 
Prays, and deftroys the prayer ; no midway 
'Twixt these extreams at all. 

Avr. Gentle Oflavia, 

Let your beft love draw to that point, which feek$ 
Beft to preserve it : If I lose mine honour, 
I lose my felf : better I were not yours, 
Than yours fo branchlefs. But, as you requefted, 
Yourfelf mail go between us : The mean time, lady, 
I'll raise the preparation of a war 
Shall ftrain your brother : Make your fooneft hafte ; 
So your desires are yours. 

OCT. Thanks to my lord. 
The Jo<ve of power make me moft weak, moft weak, 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 59 

Your reconciler ! Wars 'twixt you twain would be 
As if the world fhould cleave, and that flain men 
Should folder up the rift. 

AKT. When it appears to you where this begins, 
Turn your difpleasure that way ; for our faults 
Can never be fo equal, that your love 
Can equally move with them. Provide your going; 
Choose your own company, and command what coft 
Your heart has mind to. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter EROS, and ENOBARBUS, meeting. 

ENO. How now, friend Eros ? 

Eko. There's ftrange news come, fir. 

ENO. What, man ? 

ER o . desar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. 

ENO . This is old ; What is the fuccefs ? 

EE o . Ctesar, having made ufe of him in the wars 'gainft 
Potnpey, presently deny'd him rivalry ; would not let him 
partake in the glory of the adlion : and not refting here, 
accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey ; 
upon his appeal, feizes him : So the poor third is up, 'till 
death enlarge his confine. 

ENO. Then, world, thou haft a pair of chaps, no more; 
And throw between them all the food thou haft, 
They'll grind tf)C one the other. Where is Antony? 

EAO. He's walking in the garden ~f~ thus ; and fpurns 
The rufh that lies before him : cries, /WLepidus ! 
And threats the throat of that his officer, 
That murder'd Pcmpey. 

ENO. Our great navy's rig'd. 

Exo. For Italy, and Cefsar. More, Dcmitius ; 

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60 Antony and Cleopatra. 

My lord desires you presently : my news 
I might have told hereafter. 

EKO . 'twill be naught : 
But let it be Bring me to Antony. 

ES.O. Come, fir. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. Rome. A Room in CzsarV Heu/e. 
Eater CJESAR, MEC^ENAS, and AGRIPPA. 

CMS. Contemning Rome, he has done all this : And 
In Alexandria, here's =f the manner of it, [more ; 
I'the market-place, on a tribunal filver'd, 
Cleopatra and himfelf in chairs of gold 
Were publickly enthron'd : at the feet, fat 
Ctesarion, whom they call my father's fon ; 
And all the unlawful iflue, that their luft 
Since then hath made between them. Unto her 
He gave the 'itablimment of Egypt ; made her 
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, 
Abfolute queen. 

MEC. This in the publick eye? 

CJES. I'the common fhew -place, where they exercise. 
His fons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings : 
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, 
He gave to Alexander ; to Ptolemy he affign'd 
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia : She 
In the habiliments of the goddefs I/is 
That day appear'd ; and oft before gave audience, 
As 'tis reported, fo. 

MEC. Let Rome be thus 
Inform'd. 

ACR. Who, queasy with hisinfolence 
Already, will their good thoughts call from him. 

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Antony and Cleopatra.. 61 

C^s. The people know it; and have now receiv'd 
His accusations. 

AGR. Whom does he accuse ? 

C^s. C&iar : and that, having in Sicily 
Sextus Pompeius fpoil'd, we had not rated him 
His part o'the ifle : then does he fay, he lent me 
Some (hipping unreftor'd : laftly, he frets, 
That Lepidus of the triumvirate 
Should be depos'd ; and, being, that we detain 
All his revenue. 

AGR. Sir, this mould be anfwer'd. 

C^.s. 'Tis done already, and the meflenger 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. 

MEC. He'll never yield to that. 

C&s. Nor muft not then be yielded to in this. 
Enter OCTAVIA. 

OCT. Hail, C<esar, and my lord ! hail, moft dear C<esar! 

C&s. That ever I mould call thee, caft-away. 

OCT. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you cause. 

CJES. Why haft thou ftoln upon us thus ? You come not 
Like Cesar's fitter : The wife of Antony 
Should have an army for an ufher, and 
The neighs of horfe to tell of her approach, 
Long ere flie did appear : the trees by the way 
Should have born men ; and expectation fainted, 
Longing for what it had not : nay, the dull 
Should have afcended to the roof of heaven, 

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6z Antony and Cleopatra. 

Rais'dby your populous troops: But you are come 
A market-maid to Rome ; and have prevented 
The oftent of our love, which, left unmewn, 
Is often left unlov'd : we mould have met you 
By fea, and land ; fupplying every ftage 
With an augmented greeting. 

OCT. Good my lord, 

To come thus was I not conftrain'd, but did it 
On my free will. My lord Mark Antony, 
Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted 
My grieving ear withal ; whereon, I beg'd 
His pardon for return. 

C/ES. Which foon he granted, 
Being an obftruft 'tween his luft and him. 

Ocr. Do not fay fo, my lord. 

C/CJ. I have eyes upon him, 
And his affairs come to me on the wind : 
Where, fag pou, he is now ? 

OCT. My lord, in Athens. 

C/ES. No, my moft wronged fifter ; Cleopatra 
Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire 
Up to a whore ; who now are levying 
The kings o'the earth for war : He hath aflembl'd 
Bocchus, the king of Libya ; Archelaus, 
Of Cappadocia ; Pbiladelpbos, king 
Of Paphlagonia ; the Thradan king, Adallas : 
King Malchus of Arabia ; king of Medei ; 
Herod of Jewry ; Mithridates, king 
Of Comagene ; Polemon and Amintas t 
The kings of Pont and Lycaonia ; 
With a larger lift of fcepters. 

OCT. Ah me moft wretched ! 

3 oftentationof '* abftraft ' is he ? King of Pont, 
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Antony and Cleopatra. 63 

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, 
That do afflift each other. 

CALS. Welcome hither : 

Your letters did withhold our breaking forth ; 
'Till we perceived, both how you were wrong'd, 
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart: 
Be you not troubl'd with the time, which drives 
O'er your content these ftrong neceffities; 
But let determin'd things to defliny 
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 juflice, make them miniflers 
Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort ; 
And ever welcome to us. 

AGR, Welcome, lady. 

MEC. Welcome^ dear madam. 
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you : 
Only the adulterous Antony, moft large 
In his abominations, turns you oft; 
And gives his potent regiment to a trull, 
That noises it againft us. 

Oct. Is it fo, fir? 

CES. Moft certain. Sifter, welcome: Pray you, note 
Be ever known to patience : My ctear'ft fifter ! 

SCENE Vll. MrAftium. Antony'/ Camf . 

Enter CLEOPATRA, flWEis'OBARBus. 
CLE. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. 
EKO. But why, why, why? 

CLE. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these wars ; 
And fay'ft, it is not fit. 

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64 Antony and Cleopatra. 

ENO. Well, is it, is it? 

CL E . Is't not denounc'd 'gainft us ? Why mould not we 
Be there in perfon ? 

ENO. Well, I could reply: 
If we (hould ferve with horfe and mares together, 
The horfe were meerly loft ; the mares would bear 
A foldier, and his horfe. 

CLE. What is't you fay? 

ENO. Your presence needs muft puzzle Antony, 
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time, 
What mould not then be fpar'd. He is already 
Traduc'd for levity ; and 'tis faid in Rome, 
That Photinui an eunuch, and your maids, 
Manage this war. 

CLE. Sink Rome; and their tongues rot, 
That fpeak againft us ! A charge we bear i'the war, 
And, as the president of my kingdom, will 
Appear there for a man. Speak not againft it ; 
I will not ftay behind. 

ENO. Nay, I have done, 
Here comes the emperor. 

Enter ANTONY, #*/ CANIDIUS. 

Av?. Is't not ftrange, Canidius, 
That from Tarentum, and Brundufium, 
He could fo quickly cut the Ionian fea, 
And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, fweet ? 

CLE. Celerity is never more admir'd, 
Than by the negligent. 

Ayr. A good rebuke, 

Which might have well becom'd the beft of men, " 
To taunt at flacknefs._ Q9p Canidius, we 
Will fight with him by fea. 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 65 

CLE. By fea! Whatelfe? 

CAN. Why will my lord do fo ? 

ANT. For that he dares us to't. 

NO. So hath my lord dar'd him to fingle fight. 

CAN. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharfalia, 
Where C<esar fought with Pompey : But these offers, 
Which ferve not for his vantage, he (hakes off; 
And fo fhould you. 

ENO . Your mips are not well man'd : 
Your mariners are muliteers, reapers, people 
Ingroft by fwiftimprefs ; in Cesar's fleet 
Are those, that often have 'gainft Pompey fought : 
Their mips are yare ; yours, heavy : No difgrace 
Can fall you for refusing him at fea, 
Being prepar'd for land. 

AN?. By fea. by fea. 

ENO. Moft worthy fir, you therein throw away 
The abfolute foldierfhip you have by land ; 
Diftradl your army, which doth moft confift 
Of war-mark'd footmen ; leave unexecuted 
Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego 
The way which promises afTurance ; and 
Give up yourfelf meerly to chance and hazard, 
From firm fecurity. 

ANT. I'll fight at fea. 

CLE. I have fixty fails, Ceesar none better. 

A nr. Come; 

Our over-plus of fhipping will we burn ; 
And, with the reft full-man'd, from the head of Aftium 
Beat the approaching C<zsar. But if we fail, 

Enter a MefTenger. 
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66 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Me/. The news is true, my lord ; he is defcry'd ; 
Ceesar has taken Toryne. 

Awr. Can he be there in perfon ? 'tis impoffible ; 

Strange* that his power fliould be, Canidius, 

Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land, 

And our twelve thousand horie : _ we'll to our {hip ; 

Enter a Soldier. 
Away, my Thetis. _ How now, worthy foldier ? 

Sol. O noble emperor, do not fight by fea ; 
Truft not to rotten planks : Do you mifdoubt 
This fword, and these my wounds ? Let the Egy pliant, 
And the Phoenicians, go a ducking ; we 
Have us'd to conquer, Handing on the earth, 
And fighting foot to foot. 

y/i\-r. Well, well, away. 
[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, <Z</ENOBARBI;S. 

Sol. By Hercules, I think I am i'the right. 

CAN. Soldier, thou art : but this whole afHon grows 
Not in the power on't : So our leader's led, 
And we are women's men. 

Sol. You keep by land 
The legions and the horfe whole, do you not ? 

CAN. Marcus Ofla-vius, Marcus "Jujieius, 
Publicola, and Cexlius, are for fea : 
But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of C&sar't 
Carries beyond belief. 

Sol. While he was yet in Rome, 
His power went out in fuch diftraftions, as 
Beguil'd all fpies. 

CAN. Who's his lieutenant, hear you ? 

Sol. They fay, one Taurus. 

CAN. Well I know the man. 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 67 

Enter a MefTenger. 

Me/. The emperor calls Canidius. [forth, 

CAN. With news the time's with labour; and throws 

Each minute, fome. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VIII. r he fame. Plain between both Camps. 

Enter CAESAR, TAURUS, Officers, and Others. 
C^.s. Taurus, 

TA u. My lord. [battle, 

CMS. Stiike not by land; keep whole: provoke not 
'Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed 
The prefcript of this =f= fcrowl : Our fortune lies 
Upon this jump. [Exeunt. 

Enter ANTONY, Enobarbus, and Others. 
ANT. Set we our fquadrons on yon' fide o'the hill, 
In eye of Cesar's battle ; from which place 
We may the number of the mips behold, 
And fo proceed accordingly. [Exeunt. 

Enter Canidius, marching with his land Army, one 
Way ; and Taurus, the Lieutenant of Caesar, iith 
his, the other Way. After their going in, is heard the 
Noise of a Sea-fight. 

Alarums. Enter ENOBARBUS. [longer: 
EKO. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no 
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, 
With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder ; 
To fee't, mine eyes are blafted. 

Enter S c A R u s . 
SCA. Gods, and goddefles, 
All the whole fynod of them ! 
EKO. What's thy paffion ? 
SCA. The greater cantle of the world is loft 

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68 Antony and Cleopatra. 

With very ignorance ; we have kifFd away 
Kingdoms and provinces. 

ENO. How appears the fight ? 
Scj. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, 
Where death is fure. Yon' ribald nag of Egypt, 
(Whom leprofy o'er-take !) i'the mid'ft o'the fight, 
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, 
Both as the fame, or rather oars the elder, 
The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, 
Hoifts fails, and flies. 

Euo. That I beheld : mine eyes 
Did ficken at the fight of it, and could not 
Endure a further view. 

Scj. She once being looft, 
The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, 
Claps on hi? fea-wing, and, like a doating mallard. 
Leaving the fight in heighth, flies after her : 
I never faw an aftion of fuch fhame ; 
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before 
Did violate fo itfelf. 
ENO. Alack, alack! 

Enter C A N I D I u s . 

CJN. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, 
And finks moft lamentably. Had our general 
Been what he knew himfelf, it had gone well : 
O, he has given example for our flight, 
Moft grofly, by his own. [ n 'ght 

ENO. " Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, goo< 
" Indeed." 

CJN. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled. 
SCA. 'Tis easy to't : and there I will attend 
What further comes. [Exi 



Antony and Cleopatra. 69 

CAV. To Ceeiar will I render 
My legions, and my horfe ; fix kings already 
Shew me the way of yielding. [Exit. 

Eifo. I'll yet follow 

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason 
Sits in the wind againft me. [Exit 

SCENE IX. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter ANTONY, with Attendants. 

ANT. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, 
It is alriam'd to bear me. Friends, come hither; 
I am fo lated in the world, that I 
Have loft my way forever : I have a fhip 
Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, 
And make your peace with C&sar. 

Att. Fly ! not we. 

ANT. I have fledmyfelf; and have inftru&ed coward* 
To run, and fhew their moulders. Friends, be gone : 
I have myfelf resolv'd upon a courfe 
Which has no need of you ; be gone, 6c gone : 
My treasure's in the harbour, take it. _O, 
I follow'd that, I bluih to look upon : 
My very hairs do mutiny ; for the white 
Reprove the brown for raflinefs, and they them 
For fear and doating Friends, begone; you mall 
Have letters from me to fome friends, that will 
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not fad, 
Nor make replies of lothnefs : take the hint 
Which my defpair proclaims; let that be left 
Which leaves itfelf : to the fea-fide ftraight away j 
1 will possefs you of that (hip and treasure. 
Leave me, I pray, a little : pray you now : 

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*o Antony and Cleopatra. 

Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I have loft command, 
Therefore I pray you : I'll fee you by and by. 

\Exeunt Attendants. Tbro-ws himfelfon a Ccucb. 
Enter EROS, with CLEOPATRA, led by 
IRAS and C H A R M i A N . 

ERO. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him 

IRA. Do, moft dear queen. 

CHA. Do ! Why, what elfe ? 

CLE . Let me fit ~f down. O Juno .' 

ANT. No, no, no, no, no. 

ERO. See you here, fir ? 

Avr. O fie, fie, fie. 

CHA. Madam, *" 

IRA. Madam, good emprefs, 

ERO. Sir, fir, 

A n<r . Yes, my lord, yes ; _ He, at Phillppi, kept 
His fword even like a dancer ; while I ftrook 
The lean and wrinkl'd Cajfius ; and 'twas I, 
That the mad Brutus ended : he alone 
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had 
In the brave fquares of war : Yet now - No matter. 

CLE. Ah me '. Stand by. [ r ' s 'g- 

ERO. The queen, my lord, the queen. [lity'd 

IRA. Go to him, madam, fpeak to him ; he is unqua- 
With very fhame. 

CLE. Well then, Suftain me: O! 

ERO. Mcft noble fir, arise; the queen approaches : 
Her head's declin'd, and death will feize her ; but 
Your comfort makes the refcue. 

^ ANT. I have offended reputation ; 
A moft unnoble fwerving: 

ERO. Sir, the queen. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 7 1 

4vf- O, whither haft thou led me, Egypt ? \_jtarting up] 
How I convey my fhameout of thine eyes, [See 

By looking back on what I have left behind 
'Stroy'd in dimonour. 

CLE. O my lord, my lord ! 
Forgive my fearful fails ; I little thought, 
You would have follow'd. 

Ant. Egypt) thou knew'ft too well, 
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the firings, 
And thou fhould'ft tow me after : O'er my fpirit 
Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ft ; and that 
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods 
Command me. 

CLE. O, my pardon. 

4NT. Now I muft 

To the young man fend humble 'treaties, dodge 
And palter in the mifts of lownefs ; who 
With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd, 
Making, and marring, fortunes. You did know, 
How much you were my conqueror ; and that 
My fword, made weak by my affe&ion, would 
Obey it on all causes. 

CLE. Pardon, pardon. 

dxr. Fall not a tear, I fay ; one of them rates 
All that is won and loft : Give me a kifs ; 
Even this~f~ repays me. _ We fent our fchool-mafter, 

Is he come back ? Love, I am full of lead : 

Some wine, there, and our viands : Fortune knows, 

We fcorn her moft, when moftlhc offers blows. 

SCEfrE X. A Camp in Egypt. Caesar'j Tent. 
Enter CAESAR, THYREUS, DOLABELLA, and Others. 

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7* Antony and Cleopatra. 

C/EJ. Let him appear that's come from Antony.-. 
Know you him ? 

D OL . C<fjar, 'tis his fchool-mafter : 
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither 
He fends fo poor a pinion of his wing, 
Which had Superfluous kings for meflengers, 
Not many moons gone by. 

Enter EUPHRONIUS. 

C^s. Approach, and fpeak. 

Evp. Such as I am, I come from Antony: 
I was of late as petty to his ends, 
As is the morn dew on the myrtle leaf 
To his grand fea. 

C/EJ. Be it fo; Declare thine office. 

EUP. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and 
Requires to live in Egypt : which not granted, 
He leflens his requefts ; and to thee fues 
To let him breath between the heavens and earth, 
A private man in Athens : This for him. 
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy greatnefs ; 
Submits her to thy might ; and of thee craves 
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, 
Now hazarded to thy grace. 

CyES. For Antony, 

I have no ears to his requeft. The queen 
Of audience, nor desire, (hall fail ; fo me 
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend, 
Or take his life there : This if (he perform, 
She mail not fue unheard. So to them both. 

EUP . Fortune purfue thee ! 

C^s. Bring him through the bands. 

[Exit EUPHRONIUS, attended. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 73 

To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time : Difpatch ; 

From Antony win Cleopatra : promise, 

And in our name, what (he requires ; add more, 

From thine invention offers : Women are not, 

In their belt fortunes, ftrong; but want will perjure 

The ne'er-touch'd veftal : Try thy cunning, Thyreju ; 

Make thine own edidl for thy pains, which we 

Will an Aver as a law. 

Tur. Ceesar, I go. 

Cys. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw ; 
And what thou think'ft his very aftion fpeaks 
In every power that moves. 

Tnr. Ceesar, I mall. [Exeunt. 

SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, Charmian, aWIras. 

CLE. What mail we do, Enobarbus ? 

ENO. Drink, and dye. 

CLE. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this ? 

ENO. Antony only, that would make his will 
Lord of his reason. What though you fled 
From that great face of war, whose feveral ranges 
Frighted each other? why mould he follow pou ? 
The itch of his affeftion mould not then 
Have nick'd his captainmip ; at fuch a point, 
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being 
The meered queftion : 'Twas a fhame no lefs 
Than was his lofs, to courfe your flying flags, 
And leave his navy gazing. 

CLE. Pr'ythee, peace. 

Enter ANTONY, 'with EUPHRONIUS. 

-.^A'r. Is that his anfwer? 

Thinke, and 

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74 Antony and Cleopatra. 

EVP. Ay, my lord. 
Avr. The queen 

Shall then have courtefy, fo (he will yield * 
Us up. 

EUP. $$v lorti, he fays fo. 

Ayr. Let her know't 

To the boy Ceesar fend this grizl'd head, 
And he will fill thy wiihes to the brim 
With principalities. 

CLE. That head, my lord ? 

Avr. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose 
Of youth upon him; from which, the world mould note 
Something particular : his coin, mips, legions, 
May be a coward's ; whose miniftries would prevail 
Under the fervice of a child, as foon 
As i'the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore 
To lay his gay comparifons apart, 
And anfwer me declin'd, fword againft fword, 
Ourfelves alone : I'll write it; follow me. 

[Exeunt ANTONY, /zWEupHRONius. 
ENO. " Yes, like enough ; high-battl'd Catsar will" 
'Unftate his happinefs, and be ftag'd to the mew" 
' Againft a fworder I fee, men's judgments are" 
' A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward" 
'Do draw the inward quality after them," 
'To fufrer all alike. That he mould dream, " 
'Knowing all measures, the full C^sar will" 
'Anfwer his emptinefs ! Casar, thou haft fubdu'd" 
'His judgment too." 

Enter an Attendant. 
Alt. A meffenger from C<fsar. 
CLE. What, no more ceremony ?_ See, my women, 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 75 

Againft the blown rose may they flop their nose, 

That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, fir. 

[Exit Attendant. 

Effo. "Mine honefty, and I, begin to fquare." 
"The loyalty, well held to fools, does make" 
"Our faith meer folly: Yet, he, that can endure" 
"To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord," 
"Does conquer him that did his mafter conquer," 
"And earns a place i'the ftory. " 

Inter THYREUS. 

CLE. C&sar's will? 

Tnr. Hear it apart. 

CLE. None but friends ; fay on boldly. 

THY. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. 

ENO. He needs as many, fir, as C&sar has ; 
Or needs not us. If Casar please, our mafter 
Will leap to be his friend : Or, as you know, 
Whose he is, we are ; and that is, Cesar's. 

T'ar. So 

Thus then, thou moft renown'd ; Ctesar entreats, 
Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand'ft 
Further than he is C.<esav. 

CLE. Go on : Right royal. 

T'HY. He knows, that you embrace not Antony 
As you did love, but as you fear'd him. 

CLE. O! 

THY. The fears upon your honour, therefore, he 
Does pity, as conftrained blemifhes, 
Not as deserv'd. 

CLE. He is a god, and knows 
What is moft right : Mine honour was not yielded, 
But conquer'd meerly. 

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7 6 Antony and Cleopatra. 

EKO. "Tobefure of that," 
"I will zftaAntcny. Sir, fir, thou art fo leaky," 
"That we mini leave thee to thy finking, for" 
"Thy deareft quit thee. " [Exit ENOBARBUS. 

Tar. Shall I fay to Carsar 
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 fhould make a ftaff 
To lean upon: but it would warm his fpirits, 
To hear from me you had left Antony, 
And put yourfelf under his mrowd, re great, 
The univerfal landlord. 

CLE. What's your name ? 

Tar. My name is Thyreut. 

CLE. Moft kind merfenger, 
Say to great C<esar this, In deputation 
I kifs his conquering hand : tell him, I am prompt 
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel : 
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear 
The doom of Egypt. 

THY. 'Tis your nobleft courfe. 
Wisdom and fortune combatting together, 
If that the former dare but what it can, 
No chance may make it. Give me grace to lay 
My duty on your hand. 

CLE. Your C&sar's father oft, [giving her Hand, 
When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, 
Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place, 
As it rain'd kifles. 

Re-enter ENOBARBUS, luitb ANTONY. 

An?. Favours, by Jove that thunders!-. 
What art thou, fellow ? 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 77 

Tar. One, that but performs 
The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft 
To have command obey'd. 

ENO. " You will be whipt. " [and devils ! 

ART. Approach, there;_Ah,you kite !__ Now, gods 
Authority melts from me of late : when I cry'd, bo ! 
Like boys unto a mufs, kings would ftart forth, 
And cry, Ycur will? Have you no ears? lam 

Enter Attendants. 
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. 

ENO. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp," 
" Than with an old one dying. " 

ANT. Moon and ftars ! _ 

Whip him :_Wer't twenty of the greateft tributaries 
That do acknowledge Conor, mould I find them 
So faucy with the hand of me ~|~ here, (What's her name, 
Since me was Cleopatra?) Whip him, fellows, 
'Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face, 
And whine aloud for mercy : Take him hence. 

THY. Mark Antony, 

ANT. Tug him away : being whipt, 
Bring him again : This Jack of Caesar's mall 
Bear us an errand to him. _ 

[Exeunt Attendants, ivitb THY RE vs. 
You were half blafted ere I knew you : _ Ha ! 
Have I my pillow left unpreft in Rome, 
Forborn the getting of a lawful race, 
And by a jem of women, to be abus'd 
By one that looks on feeders ? 

CLE. Good my lord, 

ANT. You have been a bogler ever:__ 
But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, 

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78 Antony and Cleopatra. 

(O misery on't !) the wise gods feel our eyes 

In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us 

Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we ftrut 

To our confusion. 

CLE. O, is't come to this ? 

Axr. I found you as a morfel, cold upon 
Dead Cesar's trencher : nay, you were a fragment 
Of Cneius Pcmpey's ; befides what hotter hours, 
Unregifter'd in vulgar fame, you have 
Luxurioufly pick'd out : For, I am fure, 
Though you can guefs what temperance mould be, 
You know not what it is. 

CLE. Wherefore is this ? 

Axr. To let a fellow that will take rewards, 
And fay, God quit you I be familiar with 
My play-fellow, your hand ; this kingly feal, 

And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were 

Upon the hill of Bofan, to out-roar 

The horned herd I for I have favage cause ; 

And to proclaim it civilly, were like 

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank 

For being yare about him. _Is he whip'd ? 

Re-enter Attendants, iuitb Thyreus. 

i. 4. Soundly, my lord. 

y/A 7 T. Cry'd he? and beg'd he pardon? 

i . A. He did aflt favour. 

Awr. If that thy father live, let him repent 
Thou waft not made his daughter ; and be thou forry 
To follow C<esar in his triumph, fince 
Thou haft been whip'd for following him : henceforth, 
The white hand of a lady fever thee, 
Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to C<?sar, 



Antony and Cleopatra. 79 

Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou lay, 

He makes me angry with him : for he feems 

Proud and difdainful; harping on what I am, 

Not what he knew I was : He makes me angry ; 

And at this time moft easy 'tis to do't; 

When my good ftars, that were my former guides, 

Have empty left their orbs, and mot their fires 

Into the abism of hell. If he miflike 

My fpeech, and what is done ; tell him, he has 

Hipparcbus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom 

He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, 

As he mall like, to quit me : Urge it thou ; 

Hence with thy (tripes, be gone. [Exit Thyreus, 

CLE. Have you done yet ? 

AKT. Alack, our terrene moon 
Is now eclipPd ; and it portends alone 
The fall of Antony ! 

CLE. I muft ftay his time. [to her Women. 

AKT. To flatter C<esar, would you mingle eyes 
With one that tyes his points ? 

CLE. Not know me yet ? 

AKT. Cold-hearted toward me? 

CLE. Ah, dear, if I be fo, 
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, 
And poison it in the fource ; and the firft (lone 
Drop in my neck : as it determines, fo 
Dissolve my life ! The next Cessation fmite ! 
'Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb, 
Together with my brave Egyptians all, 
By the difcandying of this pelleted ftorm, 
Lye gravelefs ; 'till the flies and gnats of Nile 
Have bury'd them for prey ! 

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8o Antony and Cleopatra. 

AKT. I am fattiffy'd. 
C&sar fets down in Alexandria ; where 
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land 
Hath nobly held ; our fever'd navy too 
Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning moft fea-like. 
Where haft thou been, my heart ?_Doft thou hear, lady ? 
If from the field I mall return once more 
To kifs these lips, I will appear in blood; 
I and my fword will earn our chronicle ; 
There is hope in it yet. 

CLE. That's my brave lord ! 

A NT. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, 
And fight malicioufly : for when mine hours 
Were nice and lucky, men did ranfom lives 
Of me for jefts ; but now, I'll fet my teeth, 
And fend to darknefs all that flop me. Come, 
Let's have one other gaudy night : call to me 
All my fad captains, fill our bowls ; once more 
Let's mock the midnight bell. 

CiE. It is my birth-day : 

I had thought, to have held it poor ; but, fince my lord 
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. 

AUT. We'll yet do well. 

CLE. Call all his noble captains to my lord. 

AKT. Dofo, we'll fpeak to them ; and to-nightl'll force 
The wine peep through their fears Come on, my queen, 
There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, 
I'll make death love me; for I will contend 
Even with his peftilent fey the. 

[Exeunt ANT. CLE. Cha. Ira. and Alt. 

Etfo. Now he'll out-flare the lightning. Tobefuiious, 
Is, to frighted out of fear: in that mood, 



Antony and Cleopatra. 81 

The dove will peck the eftridge ; and I fee Hill, 

A diminution in our captain's brain 

Reftores his heart : When valour preys on reason 

It eats the fword it fights with. I will feek 

Some way to leave him. \Exit. 



iv. 

SCENE I. Camp before Alexandria. 

Enter C^SAR, with a Letter in bis Hand ; MEGAN AS, 

Officers, and Others, attending, 



. He calls me boy ; and chides, as he had power 
To beat me out of Egypt : my mefTenger 
He hath whip'd with rods ; dares me to perfonal combat, 
Ctfsar to Antony : Let the old ruffian know, 
He hath many other ways to dye; mean time, 
3f laugh at his challenge. 

. MC. Cffsar muft think, 
When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted 
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now 
Make boot of his diftraftion : Never anger 
Made good guard for itfelf. 

CXES. Let our beft heads 

Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles 
We mean to fight : Within our files there are, 
Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late, 
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done ; 
And feaft the army : we have ftore to do't, 
And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony ! Exeunt. 



SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
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82 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Enter ANTONY, /W^/CLEOPATRA ; EN OB AR BUS, 
Jras, Charmian, and Others. 

AKT. He will not fight with me, Domitius. 

EKO. No. 

ANT. Why mould he not ? 

^o. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, 
He is twenty men to one. 

AKT. To-morrow, foldier, 
By fea and land I'll fight : or I will live, 
Or bath my dying honour in the blood 
Shall make it live again. Wou't thoa fight well ? 

EKO. I'll ftrike ; and cry, Take all. 

Avf. Well faid; come on._ 
Call forth my houftiold fervants; let's to-night 

Enter fame Dome/ticks. 

Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, 
Thou haft been rightly honeft;_fo haft thou, _ [well, 

SlnUthou, and thou, and thou:_you have ferv'd me 

And kings have been your fellows. 

CLE. " What means this r" [fhoots" 

Etio. *'Tis one of those odd tricks, which forrow 
" Out of the mind. " 

ANT, And thou art honeft too. 
I wifh, I could be made fo many men ; 
And all of you clapt up together in 
An Antony ; that I might do you fervice, 
So good as you have done. 

Don. The gods forbid ! 

AKT. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night: 
Scant not my cups ; and make as much of me, 
As when mine empire was your fellow too, 
And fuffer'd my command. 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 8 3 

CLE. " What does he mean ? " 

END. "To make his followers weep." 

duT. Tend me to-night ; 
May be, it is the period of your duty: 
Haply, you (hall not fee me more ; or if, 
A mangl'd fhadow : perchance, to-morrow 
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you, 
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends, 
I turn you not away ; but, like a mafter 
Marry'd to your good fervice, ftay 'till death : 
Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more, 
And the gods yield you for't ! 

ENO. What mean you, fir, 

To give them this difcomfort ? Look, they weep ; 
And, I, an afs, am onion-ey'd : for fhame, 
Tranfform us not to women. 

A 'Nr. Ho, ho, ho! 

Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! 
Grace grow where those drops fall ! My hearty friend;. 
You take me in too dolorous afenfe: 
I fpake to you for your comfort ; did desire you 
To burn this night with torches : Know, my hearts, 
I hope well of to-morrow ; and will lead you, 
Where rather I'll expect victorious life, 
Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come, 
And drown confideration. \Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Before the Palace. 

Enter two Soldiers, to their Guard. 
i. S. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 
2.5. It will determine one way : fare you well. 
Heard you of nothing flrange about the ftreets ? 

' For I fpake 

VOL. VIIT. M 



4 Antony and Cleopatra. 

1. S. Nothing: What news ? 

2. S. Belike, 'tis but a rumour: Good night to you. 

1 . S. Well, fir, good night. 

Enter two other Soldiers. 

2. S. Soldiers, have careful watch. 

3. S. And you: Goodnight, good night. 

[the two fir ft go to their Pofti. 

4. 5. Here we: [going to theirs'] and if to-morrow 
Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope 

Our landmen will ftand up. 

3. S. 'Tis a brave army, 
And full of purpose. 

[Music& of Hautboys, as undirneatb. 

4. S. Peace, What noise ? 
i.5. Lift, lift! 

2. 5. Hark! [advancing from their Pcfts. 
1 . 5. Musick i'the air. 

3. S. Under the earth. 

4. S. It figns well, does it not ? 
3. 5. No. 

1 . S. Peace, I fay. 
What mould this mean ? 

2. S. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, 
Now leaves him. 

i. S. Walk; let's fee if other watchmen 
Do hear what we do. [ going. 

Enter other Soldiers, meeting them, 

i. 2. 3. 4. How now, mafters ? 

Sol. How now ? 
How now ? Do you hear this ? 

i. S. Ay; Is't not ft;ange? 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 85 

! . S. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter ; 
Let's fee how 'twill give off. 

all. Content : 'Tis Orange. [Exeunt. 

S CENE IV. 7 'he fame. A Room in the Palace. 

Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA ; CHARMIAN, 
Iras, and Others, attending. 

AKT, Eros! mine armour, Eros! 

CLI. Sleep a little. 

ANT. No, my chuck. _ Ems, come ; mine armour, Eros / 

Enter EROS, with Armour, 
Come, mp good fellow, put thine iron on : _ 
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is 
Because we brave her Come. [Eros arms him. 

CLE. Nay, I'll help too. 

ANT. What's this for? Ah, let be, let be ! thou art 
The armourer of my heart : Falfe, falfe ; this, this. 

Cle, Sooth, la, I'll help : Thus it muil be. 

AKT. Well, well ; 

We mall thrive now. _ Seeft thou, my good fellow r 
Go, put en thy defences. 

ERO. Briefly, fir. 

CLE. Is not this buckl'd well ? 

ANT. D T rarely, rarely : 
He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please 
To doff't for our repose, fhall hear a ftorm 
Thou fumbl'ft, Eros; and my queen's a fquire 
More tight at this, than thou : Difpatch. _ O love, 
That thou could'ft fee my wars to-day, and knew'ft 
The royal occupation ! thou fhould'fl fee . 

Enter an Officer, arnid. 
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86 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Thou look'ft like him that knows a warlike charge : 
To businefs that we love we rise betime, 
And go to't with delight. 

1. O. A thousand, fir, 

Early though 't be, have on their rivetted trim, 
And at the port expeft you. [Shout 'within. Trumpets. 
Enter other Officers, Soldiers, 13 c. 

2. O. The morn is fair Good-morrow, general. 

all. Good-morrow, general. 

ANT. 'Tis well blown, lads. 
This morning, like the fpirit of a youth 

That means to be of note, begins betimes. 

So, fo ; come, give me that : this way ; well faid 

Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me : 
This is a foldier's "j~ kifs : rebukeable, 
And worthy fliameful check it were, to Hand 
On more mechanick compliment ; I'll leave thee 
Now, like a man of fteel._ You that will fight, 
Follow me clofe; I'll bring you to't Adieu. 

[ Exeunt E R o s , ANTONY, Officers, and Soldiers. 

CffA. Please you, retire to your chamber. 

CLE. Lead me. 

He goes forth gallantly. That he and C<esar might 
Determine this great war in fingle fight ! 
Then, Antony, But now, Well, on. [Exeunt. 



SCENE V. Under tbeWalls of Alexandria. Antony'; 
Camp . Trumpets. Enter ANTONY, and EROS; 

a Soldier meeting them. 

Sol. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! 
Ayr. 'Would thou and those thy fears had once prevail'd 
To make me fight at land ! 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 87 

Sol. Had'ft thou done fo, 
The kings that have revolted, and the foldier 
That has this morning left thee, would have flill 
Follow'd thy heels. 

j4Nf. Who's gone this morning ? 

So/. Who ? 

One ever near thee : Call for Enobarbus, 
He (hall not hear thee ; or from C&sar's camp 
Say, / am none of thine, 

AH*. What fay'ft thou? 

Sol. Sir, 
He is with Ctesar. 

ERO. ir, his cherts and treasure 
He has not with him. 

AN?. Is he gone ? 

Sol. Moil certain. 

Awr. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after ; do it, 
Detain no jot of it, I charge thee : write to him 
(I will fubfcribe) gentle adieus, and greetings : 
Say, that I wifh he never find more cause 
To change a matter O, my fortunes have 
Corrupted honeft men Difpatch <%> Enobarbus ! 

SCENE VI. Before Alexandria. Cxsar's Camp. 
Flourijh. Enter CJESAR, W///&AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS, 

and Others. 

C/ES. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight : 
Our will is, Antony be took alive ; 
Make it fo known. 

ACR, Caesar, I mall. [Exit AGRIPPA. 

Cycs. The time of univerfal peace is near : 
Prove this a profperous day, the three-nook'd world 

1 Erot. Had'ft E-os. Who 

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88 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Shall bear the olive freely. 

Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Antony 
Is come into the field. 

CMS. Go, charge Jgrippa 
Plant those that have revolted in the van ; 
That Antony may feem to fpend his fury 
Upon himfelf. [Exeunt C.-ESAR, and Train. 

EKO. Alexas did revolt : he went to Jewry, on 
Affairs of Antony, there did perfuade 
Great Herod to incline himfelf to C<esar, 
And leave his mafter Antony : for this pains, 
C<esar hath hang'd him. Cania'iut, and the reft 
That fell away, have entertainment, but 
No honourable truft. I have done ill ; 
Of which I do accuse myfelf fo forely, 
That I will joy no more. 

Enter a Soldier. 

Sol. Enobarbus, Antony 
Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with 
His bounty over-plus : The meffenger 
Came on my guard ; and at thy tent is now, 
Unloading of his mules. 

ENO. Igive it you. 

Sol. 31 mock not, Encbarbus, 
I tell you true : Beft you fee fafe the bringer 
Out of the hoft ; I muft attend mine office, 
Or would have done't myfelf. Your emperor 
Continues ftill a Jove. [Exit Soldier. 

ENO. I am alone the villain of the earth, 
And feel I am fo moft. O Antony, 
Thou mine of bounty, how would'ft thou have pay'd 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 89 

My better fervice, when my turpitude 

Thou doft fo crown with gold ! This bows my heart : 

If fwift thought break it not, a fwifter mean 

Shall out-ftrike thought ; but thought will do't, I feel. 

I fight againft thee ! no : I will go feek 

Some ditch, wherein to dye ; the foul'ft beft fits 

My latter part of life. [Exit. 

SCENE VII. Between the Camps. Field of Battle. 

Alarums. Enter AGRIPPA, and his Forces. 

AGR. Retire, we have engag'd ourfelves too far : 

Ctesar himfelfhas work, and ouroppreflion 

Exceeds what we expected. [Retreat. Exeunt. 

Alarums. Enter ANTONY, and Forces ; with 

SCAR us, wounded. 

SCA. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed ! 
Had we done fo at firft, we had driven them home 
With clouts about their heads. 
ANT. Thou bleed'ft apace. 
Scj. I had a wound here that was like a T, 
But now 'tis made an H. \Relreat afar of. 

ANT. They do retire. 

SCA. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes ; I have yet 
Room for fix fcotches more. 

Enter EROS. 

Eno. They are beaten, fir ; and our advantage ferves 
For a fair victory. 

Scj. Let us (core their backs, 
And fnatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind } 
'Tis fport to maul a runner. 
ANT. I will reward thee 
Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold 

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9 Antony and Cleopatra. 

For thy good valour. Come thee on. 

Scj. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VIII. Gates of Alexandria. 
Enter ANTONY, marching ; Scar us, and Forces. 

AST. We have beat him to his camp ; Run one before, 

And let the queen know of our gefts : To-morrcw, 

Before the fun mall fee us, we'll fpill the blood 
That has to-day efcap'd. I thank you all ; 
For doughty-handed are you ; and have fought, 
Not as you ferv'd the cause, but as 't had been 
Each man's like mine ; you have all (hewn jou Ve&crs. 
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, 
Tell them your feats ; whilft they with joyful tears 
Wafh the congealment from your wounds, and kifs 

The honour'd gafhes whole Give me thy hand ; [/oSca. 

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. 
To this great fairy I'll commend thy afts, 
Make her thanks blefs thee._O thou day o' the world, 
Chain mine arm'd neck ; leap thoa, attire and all, 
Through proof of harnefs to my heart, and there 
Ride on the pants triumphing. 

CIE. Lord of lords, 

O infinite virtue, com'ft thou fmiling from 
The world's great fnare uncaught ? 

dm. My nightingale, 

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? though grey 
Do fomething mingle with our brown ; yet have we 
A brain that nourifhes our nerves, and can 
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man, 

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ; 

Kifs it, my warrior :_ he hath fought to-day, 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 91 

As if a god, in hate of mankind, had 
Deftroy'd in fuch a fhape. 

CLE, I'll give thee, friend, 
An armour all of gold ; it was a king's. 

AKT, He has deserv'd it, were it carbunclM 
Like holy Phtzlus' car. _ Give me thy hand; 
Through Alexandria make a jolly march; 
Bear our hackt targets like the men that owe them : 
Had our great palace the capacity 
To camp this hoft, we all would (up together ; 
And drink carouses to the next day's fate, 
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, 
With bra/en din blaft you the city's ear ; 
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; 
That heaven and earth may ftrike their founds together, 
Applauding our approach. \Flourijh. Exeunt. 

SCENE IX. Qut-Jkirts o/Czsar'j Camp. 
Sentinels upon their Pofts. Enter ENOBARBUS. 
3. S. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, 
We muft return to the court of guard : The night 
Is fhiny ; and, they fay, we fhall embattle 
By the fecond hour i'the morn. 

1 . S. This laft day was 
A fhrevvd one to us. 

ENO. O, bear me witnefs, night, 

2. S. " What man is this ? " 

i.5. " Stand clofe, and lift him. " 
EKO, Be witnefs to me, o thou blefTed moon, 
When men revolted fhall upon record 
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did 
Before thy face repent. 



9Z Antony and Cleopatra. 

3. S. "Enobarbus!" 

2. S. "Peace ; hark further. " 

ENO. O fovereign miftrefs of true melancholy, 
The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me ; 
That life, a very rebel to my will, 
May hang no longer on me : Throw my heart 
Againlt the flint and hardnefs of my fault; 
Which, being dry'd with grief, , will break to powder, 
And finifh all foul thoughts. O Antony, 
Nobler than my revolt is infamous, 
Forgive me in thine own particular ; 
But let the world rank me in regifter 
A mailer-leaver, and a fugitive : 
O Antony ! o Antony ! [dies, 

1.5. " Let's fpeak to him. " 

3. S. " Let's hear him further, for the things he fpeaks" 
" May concern Ctssar. " 

2. S. "Let's do fo. But he fleeps." 

3. 5. "Swoons rather; for fo bad a prayer as his" 
" Was never yet for fleep. " 

1 . 5. Go we to him. 

2. S. Awake, fir, [to Eno. 
Awake ; fpeak to us. 

1. S. Hear you, fir? [/baking him. 

3. S. The hand 

Of death hath raught him. [Drum afar of. 

Hark, how the drums demurely wake the fleepers : 
Let's bear him to the court of guard ; he is 
Of note : our hour is fully out. 

2. S. Come on then; 

He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the Body. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 93 

SCENE X. Hills without tbe City. 
Entir ANTONY, and S c A R u s , with Forces, marching. 

ANT. Their preparation is to-day for fea ; 
We please them not by land. 

SCA. For both, my lord. 

ANT. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or i'the air ; 
We'd fight there too. But this it is, Our foot, 
Upon the hills adjoining to the city, 
Shall ftay with us : order for fea is given ; 
They have put forth the haven : ftie toe on, 
Where their appointment we may beft difcover, 
And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt, 

Enter CJESAK., and his Forces, marching. 

CMS. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land, 
Which, as I take 't, we fhall ; for his beft force 
Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, 
And hold our beft advantage. [Exeunt. 

Re-enter ANTONY, <z</ScARUs. [ftand, 

ANT. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine does 
I fhall difcover all : I'll bring thee word 
Straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit ANTONY. 

SCA. Swallows have built 
In Ckapatra's fails their nefts : the augurers 
Say, they know not, they cannot tell ; look grimly, 
And dare not fpeak their knowledge. Antony 
Is valiant, and deje&ed ; and, by ftarts, 
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, 
Of what he has, and has not. [Shouts afar ojf. 

Re-enter ANTONY, haftily. 

ANT. All is loft ; 

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me : 
My fleet hath yielded to the foe ; and yonder 

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94 Antony and Cleopatra. 

They caft their caps up, and carouse together 

Like friends long loft Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou 

Haft fold me to this novice ; and my heart 

Makes only wars on thee Bid them all fly; 

For when I am reveng'd upon my charm, 
I have done all ; Bid them all fly, be gone. 

{Exit SCAR us. 

O fun, thy up-rise mail I fee no more : 
Fortune and Antony part here ; even here 
Do we (hake hands. All come to this ? The hearts 
That fpaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave 
Their wifhes, do difcandy, melt their fweets 
On bloflbming C/rsar ; and this pine is bark'd, 
That over-top'd them all. Betray'd I am : 
(O this falfe foil. of Egypt! ) This grave charm, 
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home; 
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, 
Like a right gipfy, hath, at faft and loofe, 

Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs. 

What, Eros, Eros! 

Enter CLEOPATRA. 
Ah, thou fpell ! Avant. 

CLE. Why is my lord enrag'd againft his love ? 

ANT. Vanifh ; or I fhall give thee thy deserving, 
And blemifh Gear's triumph. Let him take thee, 
And hoift thee up to the fhouting Plebeians: 
Follow his chariot, like the greateft fpot 
Of all thy fex; moft monfter-like, be fhewn 
For poor'ft diminutives, for doits ; and let 
Patient Otiaijia plough thy visage up [g n ^, 

With her prepared nails. [Exit CLE.] 'Tis well thou'rt 
If it be well to live : But better 'twere, 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 95 

Thou fell'fl. into my fury ; for one death 

Might have prevented many. .Era, ho ! _ 

The mirt of Neffus is upon me : Teach me, 

Abides, thou mine anceftor, thy rage : 

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'the moon ; 

And with those hands that grafp'd theheavieft club 

Subdue my worthiert felf. The witch fhall dye ; 

To the Roman boy me hath fold me, and I fall 

Under this plot: medics for't Eros, ho! [Exit. 

SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Mardian. 

CLE. Help me, my women : O, he is more mad 
Than Telamcn for his fhield; the boar ofTheffaly 
Was never fo imboft. 

CHA. To the monument; 

There lock yourfelf, and fend him word you are dead. 
The foul and body rive not more in parting, 
Than greatnefs going off. 

CI.E. To the monument: 
Mardian, go tell him I have flain myfelf ; 
Say, that the laft I fpoke was, Anton}-, 
And word it, pr'ydiee, piteoufly : Hence, Mardian ; 
And bring mehow he takes my death. To the monument. 

SCENE XII. The fame. Another Room. 

Enter ANTONY, <z t /EROS. 
ANT. ' . Eros, thou yet behold'fl me ? 
ERO. Ay. noble lord. 

ANT. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dfagonifii ; 
A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion, 
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, 

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96 Antony and Cleopatra. 

A forked mountain, or blue promontory 

With trees upon't, that nod unto the wind, 

And mock our eyes with air: Thou haft feen these figns; 

They are black vefper's pageants ? 

E RO. Ay, my lord. 

ANT. That, which is now a horfe, even with a thought 
The rack diflimns ; and makes it indiftincl, 
As water is in water. 

ERO. It does, my lord. 

Ayf. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is 
Even fuch a body : here [ am Antony, 
Yet cannot hold this visible lhape, my knave. 
I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen, 
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for fhe had mine ; 
Which, whilft it was mine, had annext unto't 
A million more, now loft, - 1 - (he, Eros, has 
Pack'd cards with C<esar, and falfe-play'd my glory 
Unto an enemy's triumph. 
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros ; there is left us 
Ourfelves to end ourfe!ves._O, thy vile lady! 

Enter M A R o i A N . 
She has rob'd me of my fword. 

MAR . No, Antony ; 

My miftrefs lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingl'd 
With thine entirely. 

Ant. Hence, faucy eunucli ; peace ; 
She hath betray'd me, and fhall dye the death. 

MAR. Death of one perfon can be pay'd but once ; 
And that (he hath difcharg'd : What thou would'ft do 
Is done unto thy hand ; the laft fhe fpake 
Was, Antony ! moft noble Antony ! 
Then in the midft a tearing groan did break 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 97 

The name of Antony ; it was divided 
Between her heart and lips : ihe render'd life, 
Thy name fo bury'd in her. 

ANT. Dead then ? 

MJK. Dead. 

Ayr. Unarm me, Eros ; the long day's tafk is done, 
And we muft fleep: _ That thou depart'ft hence fafe, 
Does pay thy labour richly ; Go. [Exit MA R .] Pluckoff; 
The ievenfold fhield of Ajax cannot keep 
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my fides ! 
Heart, once be ftronger than thy continent, 
Crack thy frail cafe ! _ Apace, Eros, apace. _ 
No more a foldier : Bruised pieces, go ; 
You have been nobly born. From me a while. 

[.*;/ EROS. 

I will o'er-take thee, Cleopatra, and 
Weep for my pardon. So it mufl be, for now 
All length is torture ; fmce the torch is out, 
Lye down, and ftray no farther : Now all labour 
Marrs what it does; yea, very force entangles 
Itfelf with ftrength: Seal then, and all is done. 

Eros ! I come, my queen : _ Eros! Stay for me : 

Where fouls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand ; 
And with our fprightly port make the ghofts gaze : 
Didc and her JEneas (hall want troops, 
And all the haunt be ours. _ Come, Eros, Erts. 
i P.e-enttr EROS. 

ERO. What would my lord ? 

AST. Since Cleopatra dy'd, 
I have liv'd in fuch diftionour, that the gods 
Deteft my bafenefs. I, that with my fword 
Qnarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back 

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98 Antony and Cleopatra. 

With mips made cities, condemn myfelf, to lack 
The courage of a woman ; lefs noble-mindeU 
Than me, which, by her death, our Caesar tells, 
J am conqueror of 'myfelf. Thou art fvvorn, Eros., 
That, when the exigent mould come, (which now 
Is come, indeed) when I mould fee behind me 
The inevitable profecution of 
Difgrace and horror, that, on my command, 
Thou then would'ft kill me : do't, the time is come : 
Thou ftrik'ft not me, 'tis C<fsar thou defeat'ft. 
Put colour in thy cheek. 

ERO. The gods withhold me! 
Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, 
Though enemy, loft aim, and could not ? 

A m. Eros, 

Would'ft thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee 
Thy mafter thus ~j~ with pleach'd arms, bending down 
His corrigible neck, his face fubdu'd 
To penetrative fhame ; whil'il the wheel'd feat 
Of fortunate Ctesar, drawn before him, branded 
His bafenefs that enfu'd ? 

ERO. I would not fee't. 

ANT. Come then ; for with a wound I muft be cur'd. 
Draw that thy honeft fword, which thou haft worn 
Moft ufeful for thy country. 

ERO. O, fir, pardon me. 

Ant. When I did make thee free, fwor'ft thou not then 
To do this when I bad thee ? Do it at once ; 
Or thy precedent fervices are all 
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come. 

ERO. Turn from me then that noble countenance, 
Wherein the worfhip of the whole world lyes. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 99 

Am". Lo thee. [turning away bis Face. 

ERO. My fword is drawn. 

Anf. Then let it do at once 
The thing why thou haft drawn it. 

ERO. My dear mafter, 
My captain, and my emperor, let me fay, 
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, farewel. 

ANT. 'Tis faid, man ; and farewel. 

ERO. Farewel, great chief. Shall I ftrike now ? 

ANT. Now, Eros. [do efcape the forrow 

ER o , Why, there then : {.falling on his Sword.] Thus I 
Of Antony's, death. 

ANT. Thrice nobler than myfelf ! 
Thou teacheft me, o valiant Eros, what 
I mould, and thou could'ft not. My queen and Ercs 
Have, by their brave inftrudtion, got upon me 
A noblenefs in record : But I will be 
A bride-groom in. my death, and run into't [and, Eros* 
As to a lover's bed. Come then ; [taking Eros' Sword] 

'hy mafter dies thy fcholar ; to do thus [running on it. 

learnt of thee. How ! not pet dead ? not dead ; 
Enter Guard, aWDERCETAs. 

'he guard ? how ! O, difpatch me. 

1 . G. What's the noise ? [end 
ANT. I have done my work ill, friends ; O, make an 

)f what I have begun. 

2. G. The ftar is fallen. 

i. G. And time is at his period. 

all. Alas, and woe ! 

Ayr. Let him, that loves me, ftrike me dead. 

1. G. Not I. 

2. G. Nor I. 

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loo Antony and Cleopatra. 

3. G. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard. 

DER. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. 
Thisfword ~f but {hewn to Ceesar, with this tidings, 
Shall enter me with him. 

Enter DlOMEDE. 

Dio. Where's Antony ? 

DER, There, Diomede, there. 

Dio. Lives he ? Wilt thou not anfwer, man ? 

[Exit DERCETAS, tvitb the S^jucrd. 

Ayr. Art thon there, Diomede? Draw thy fword, and 
Sufficing ftrokes for death. [give me 

Dio. Mod abfolute lord, 
My miftrefs Cleopatra fent me to thee. 

AWT. When did me fend thee ? 

Dio. Now, my lord. 

Ayr. Where is me ? [tying fear 

Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophe- 
Of what hath come to pafs : for when me faw 
(Which never (hall be found) you did fufpeft 
She had difpos'd with Ceesar, and that your rage 
Would not be purg'd, {he fent you word me was dead; 
But, fearing fince how it might work, hath fent 
Me to proclaim the truth ; and I am come, 
I dread, too late. [thee. 

Ayr. Too late, good Diomede : Call my guard, I pr'y-? 

Dio. What ho, the emperor's guard ! The guard, \v hat 
Enter fame of the Guard. [ho ! 

Come, your lord calls. 

ANT. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides ; 
'Tis the laft fervice that I mail command you. 

i . G. Woe are we, fir, you may not live to wear 
All your true followers out. 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 101 

all. Moft heavy day,' 

ANT. Nay, good my fellows, do not please fharp fate 
To grace it with your forrows : bid that welcome 
Which comes to punifh us, and we punifh it 
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up : 
I have led you oft ; carry me now, good friends, 
And have my thanks for all . [Exeunt, bearing Antony. 

SCENE XIII. rhejame. A Monument. 
Enter, at a Window <, above, CLEOPATRA, 

CHARMIAN, <Z</IRAS. 

CLE. O Cbarmian, I will never go from hence. 
CHA. Be comforted, dear madam. 
CLE. No, I will not : 

All flrange and terrible events are welcome, 
But comforts we defpise ; our fize of forrow, 
Proportion'd to our cause, muft be as great 

Enter DIOMEDE. 

As that which makes it. How now ? is he dead ? 
I Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. Lookout 
JO' the other fide your monument, 3Bur fee, 
iHis guard have brought him hither. 

Enter ANTONY, born by the Guard. 
\ CLE. O fun, fun, 

Burn the great fphere thou mov'ft in ! darkling ftand 
The van-ing more o'the world ! _O Antony, 
4ntony, Antony! Ckarmian, help; help, Iras ; 
rlelp, friends below ; let's draw him hither. 

ANT. Peace : 

Xot Cesar's valour hath o'er- thrown Antony, 
Jut Antony's hath triumph'd on itfelf. 
CLE. So it mould be, that none but Antony 



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1O2 Antony and Cleopatra, , 

Should conquer Antony ; but woe 'tis fo ! 

ANT. I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only Ct 
I here importune death a while, until 
Of many thousand kilTes the poor laft 
I lay upon thy lips : Come fcohm, 

CLE. I dare not, 

(Dear, dear my lord, pour pardon tbat I dare not) 
Left I be taken : not the imperious mew 
Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever mall 
Be brooch'd with me ; if knives, drugs, ferpents, have 
Edge, fting, or operation, I am fafe : 
Your wife Ofla<via, with her modeft eyes, 
And ftill conclusion, mall acquire no honour 
Demuring upon me. _ But come, come, Antony, 
Help me, my women, _we muft draw thee up ;_ 
Affift, good friends. [Cleopatra, and her Women* 

ibronv out certain ^Tackle, into ivbicb the People 
below put Antony, and he is drawn up. 

As?. O, quick, or I am gone. 

CLE. Here'sfport,indeed!Howheavyweighsmylord? 
Our ftrength is all gone into heavinefs, 
That makes the weight : Had I great Juno's power, 
The ftrong-wing'd Mercury mould fetch thee up, 
And fet thee by Jc<ve's fide. Yet come a little, 
Wifhers were ever fools ; o, come, come, come; 
And welcome, welcome ! dye, where thou haft liv'd : ' 
Quicken with kiffing ; had my lips that power, 
Thus would I "j~ wear them out. 

all. A heavy fight! 

AKT. I am dying, Egypt, dying : 
Give me feme wine, and let me fpeak a little. 

CLE. No, let me fpeak ; and let me fail fo high, 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 103 

That the falfe huswife fortune break her wheel, 
Provok'd by my offence. 

AKT. One word, fweet queen : 
GfC&sar feek your honour, with your fafety. O ! 

CLE. They do not go together. 

Ax? . Gentle, hear me: 
None about C<esar truft, but Proculeius. 

CLE. My resolution, and my hands, I'll truft, 
None about Ceesar. 

Axf. The miserable change now at my end 
Lament nor forrow at : but please your thoughts, 
In feeding them with those my former fortunes 
Wherein I liv'd ; the greateft prince o'the world, 
The nobleft : and do now not bafely dye, 
Not cowardly put off my helmet ; to 
My countryman, a Roman by a Roman 
Valiantly vanquifh'd. Now my fpirit is going, 
I can no more. [finks. 

CLE. Nobleft of men, wou't dye ? 
Haft thou no care of me ? fhall I abide 
In this dull world, which in thy abfenceis 

No better than a fty ? O, fee, my women, [Ant. dies. 

The crown o'the earth doth melt: My lord! 

O, wither'd is the garland of the war, 

The foldier's pole is fall'n; young boys, and girls, 

Are level now with men : the odds is gone, 

And there is nothing left remarkable 

Beneath the visiting moon. 

CHA. O, quietnefs, lady. [Cleopatra fvjoons, 

IRA. She is dead too, our fovereign. 

CHA. Lady,- 

IRA. Madam, 

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104 Antony and Cleopatra. 

CHA. O madam, madam, madam ! 

IRA. Royal Egypt ! 
Emperefs .' 

CHA. Peace, peace, Iras. [feeing her recovery 

CLE. No more but e'en a woman ; and commanded 
By fuch poor paffion, as the maid that milks, 
And does the meaneft chares. It were for me, 
To throw my fcepter at the injurious gods ; 
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, 
'Till they had ftol'n our jewel. All's but naught ; 
Patience is fottifh ; and impatience does 
Become a dog that's mad : Then is it fin, 
To rufli into the fecret houfe of death, 
Ere death dare come to us ?_How do you, women ? 
What, what ? good cheer ! Why, how now, Charmian ? 
My noble girls ! Ah, women, women ! look, 
Our lamp is fpent, it's out : _ Good firs, take heart : _ 
We'll bury him : and then, what's brave, what's noble,. 
Let's do it after the high Roman fafhion, 
And make death proud to take us. Come, away : 
This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold. 
Ah, women, women ! come ; we have no friend 
But resolution, and the briefeft end. 

[Exeunt ; those above tearing off the Body. 



v. 

SCENE I. Camp ^/or* Alexandria. [NAS, 
Enter CAESAR, W//DOLABELLA, AGRJPPA, MECJE- 
Gallus, PROCULEIUS, and Others. 

C/cs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield ; 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 105 

Being fo fruftratefc, tell him, he mocks 
The pauses that he makes. 

D OL . C&sar, I mail. [Exit DOLABELLA. 

Enter DERCETAS, with Antony'j Sword. 

C^ES. Wherefore is that? and what art thou,that dar'ft 
Appear thus to us ? 

DER. I am call'd Dercetas; 
Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy 
Beft to be ferv'd : whilft he flood up, and fpoke, 
He was my matter ; and I wore my life, 
To fpend upon his haters : If thou please 
To take me to thee, as I was to him 
111 be to Ctesar ; if thou pleaseft not, 
I yield thee up my life. 

C^-s. What is't thou fay'ft ? 

DER. I fay, o C&sar, Antony is dead. 

C&s. The breaking of fo great a thing mould make 
A greater crack in nature : the round world 
Should have (hook lions into civil ftreets, 
And citizens to their dens : The death of Antony 
Is not a iingle doom ; in that name lay 
A moiety of the world. 

DER. He is dead, C<esar; 
Not by a publick miniiler of juftice, 
Nor by a hired knife ; but that felf hand, 
Which writ his honour in the acts it did, 
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, 
Splitted the heart itfelf. This "f is his fword, 
I rob'd his wound of it; behold it ftain'd 
With his moft noble blood. 

C&s. Look you fad, friends ? 
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings 

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106 Antony and Cleopatra. 

To warn the eyes of kings. 

AGR. And ftrange it is, 
That nature muft compell us to lament 
Our moft persilled deeds. 

MEC. His taints and honours 
Weigh'd equal with him. 

AGR. A rarer fpirit never 

Did fteer humanity : but you, gods, will give us 
Some faults to mark us men. C&saris touch'd. 

MEC. When fuch afpacious mirror's fet before him, 
He needs muft fee himfelf. 



CMS. O Ant 



cnv .' 



I have follow'd thee to this ; But we do launch 

Diseases in our bodies. I muft perforce 

Have fhewn to thee fuch a declining day, 

Or look on thine ; we could not ftall together 

In the whole world: But yet let me lament, 

With tears as fovereign as the blood of hearts, 

That thou, my brother, my competitor 

In top of all defign, my mate in empire, 

Friend and companion in the front of war, 

The arm of mine own body, and the heart 

Where mine his thoughts did kindle, that our ftars, 

Unreconciliable, mould divide 

Ourequalnefs to this Hear me, good friends, 

Enter a Meflenger. 

But I will tell you at fome meeter feason ; 
The businefs of this man looks out of him, 

We'll hear him what he fays Whence are you, fir ? 

Mef. A poor Egyptian : The queen my miftrefs, 
Confin'd in all fhe has, her monument, 
Of thy intents desires inftruclion ; 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 107 

That me preparedly may frame herfdf 
To the way ihe's forc'd to. 

C.'ES. Bid her have good heart; 
She foon (hall know of us, by fome of ours, 
How honourably and how kindly we 
Determin'd fjatoe for her : for Ctesar cannot 
Leave to be gentle. 

Mef. So the gods preserve thee ! [Exit Meflenger. 

C^ES. Come hither, Proculeius ; Go, and fay 
We purpose her no fhame : give her what comforts 
The quality of her paffion (hall require ; 
Left, in her greatnefs, by fome mortal ftroke 
She do defeat us : for her life in Rome 
Would be eternaling our triumph : Go, 
And, with your fpeedieft, bring us what fhe fays, 
And how you find of her. 

PRO. C<zsar, I fhall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. 

C/ES. Callus, go you along. [Exit Gall.] Where's Do- 
To fecond Proculeius? [labella, 

all. Dolabella! 

CMS. Let him alone, for I remember now 
How he's employ'd ; he fhall in time be ready. 
Go with me to my tent : where you fhall fee, 
How hardly I was drawn into this war ; 
How calm and gentle I proceeded ftill 
In all my writings : Go with me, and fee 
What I can fhew in this. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument. 

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, aWlRAS. 
CLE. My defolation does begin to make 
A better life : 'Tis paltry to be C<esar ; 

5 honourable, $ Determine ? le ung"ntle '* eternallin 



io8 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, 
A minifter of her will; And it is great 
To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; 
Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change ; 
Which fleeps, and never palates more the dung, 
The beggar's nurfe and Cesar's. 

Enter PROCULEIUS, and Callus, with Soldiers, 
to the Door of the Monument, ^without. 

PRO. Ceesar fends greeting to the queen of Egypt ; 
And bids thee ftudy on what fair demands 
Thou mean'ft to have him grant thee. 

CLE. What's thy name? 

Pxo. My name is Proculeius. 

CLE. Antony 

Did tell me of you, bad me truft you ; but 
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, 
That have no ufe for trailing. If your mafter 
Would have a queen his beggar, you muft tell him, 
That majefty, to keep decorum, muft 
No lefs beg than a kingdom : if he please 
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my fon, 
He gives me fo much of mine own, as I 
Will kneel to him with thanks. 

PRO. Be of good cheer; 

You are fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing: 
Make your full reference freely to my lord, 
Who is fo full of grace, that it flows over 
On all that need : Let me report to him 
Your fweet dependancy ; and you (hall find 
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindnefs, 
Where he for grace is kneel'd to. 

CLE. Pray you, tell him 



Antony and Cleopatra. 109 

I am his fortune's vaflal, and I fend him 
The greatnefs he has got. I hourly learn 
A doftrine of obedience ; and would gladly 
Look him i'the face. 

PRO. This I'll report, dear lady. 
Have comfort ; for, I know, your plight is pity'd 
Of him that caus'd it. jfare pou toell. " C)ar&, fiallus ! " 
" You fee, how easily me may be furpriz'd ; " 
" Guard her 'till Casar come." [XZ>PROCULEIUS. 
Gallus maintains Cwverfe ivitb Cleopatra. 
Re-enter, into the Monument, from behind, 
PROCULEIUS, and Soldiers, baftily . 

IRA. 2D royal queen ! 

CHA. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen ! 

CLE. Quick, quick, good hands, [drawing a Dagger. 

PRO. Hold, worthy lady, hold : [flaying her. 

Do not yourfelf fuch wrong ; who are in this 
Reliev'd, but not betray'd. 

CLE. What, of death too, 
That rids our dogs of languim ? 

PRO. Cleopatra, 

Do not abuse my matter's bounty, by 
The undoing of yourfelf : let the world fee 
His noblenefs well adled, which your death 
Will never let come forth. 

Cz . Where art thou, death ? 
Come hither, come ! come, come, and take a queen 
Worth many babes and beggars ! 

PRO. O, temperance, lady. 

CLE. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, fir; 
If idle talk will once be neceffary, 
I'll not fpeak neither: this mortal houfe I'll ruin, 

3* not fleepe neither 



i io Antony and Cleopatra. 

Do Ctfiar what he can. Know, fir, that I 
Will not wait pinion'd at your mailer's court ; 
Nor once be chaftis'd with the fober eye 
Of dull Oflavia. Shall they hoifl me up, 
And fhew me to the fhouting varletry 
Of cenfuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt 
Be gentle grave unto me ; rather on Nilus 1 mud 
Lay me ftark naked, and let the water-flies 
Blow me into abhorring ; rather make 
My country's high pyramides my gibbet, 
And hang me up in chains. 

PRO. You do extend 

These thoughts of horror farther than you fhall 
Find cause for it in C&sar. 

Enter DOLABELLA. 

Dot. Proculeius, 

What thou haft done thy mafter C/fsar knows, 
And he hath fent for thee : as for the queen, 
I'll take her to my guard. 

PRO. So, Dolabella, 

It fhall content me beft : be gentle to her.__ 
To Cxsar I will fpeak what you mail please, 
If you'll employ me to him. 

CiE. Say, I would dye. 

[Exeunt PROCULEIUS, and So/aierj, 

Dot. Moft noble emprefs, you have heard of me ? 

CLE. I cannot tell. 

DOL . Afluredly, you know me. 

CLE. No matter, fir, what I have heard, or known. 
You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams ; 
Is't not your trick ? 

DOL. 1 under ftand not, madam. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 1 1 1 

CLE. I dreamt there was an emperor Antony ;_ 
O, fuch another fleep ! that I might fee 
But fuch another man. 

DOL. If it might please you, 

CLE. His face was as the heavens ; and therein ftucfc 
A fun, and moon ; which kept their courfe, and lighted 
The little o o'the earth. 

DOL, Moft fovereign creature, 

CLE. His legs beftrid the ocean ; his rear'd arm 
Crefted the world: his voice was property'd 
As all the tuned fpheres, when that to friends ; 
But when he meant to quail and (hake the orb, 
He was as rattling thunder, ror his bounty, 
There was no winter in't ; an autumn 'twas, 
That grew the more by reaping : His delights 
Were dolphin-like ; they mew'd his back above 
The element they liv'd in : In his livery 
Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were 
As plates dropt from his pocket. 

DOL. Cleopatra, 

CLE. Think you, there was, or might be, fuch a man 
As this I dreamt of? 

DOL. Gentle madam, no. 

CLE. You lye, up to the hearing of the gods. 
But, if there be, or ever were, one fuch, 
It's paft the fize of dreaming : Nature wants fluff 
To vye ftrange forms with fancy ; yet, to imagine 
An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainft fancy, 
Condemning (hadows quite. 

DOL. Hear me, good madam: 
Your lofs is as yourfelf, great ; and you bear it 
As anfwering to the weight : 'Would I might never 

If Sphere?., and that '* An /IntL-cry it was, 



1 1 2 Antony and Cleopatra. 

O'er-take purfu'd fuccefs, but I do feel, 
By the rebound of yours, a grief that fmites 
My very heart at root. 

CLE. I thank you, fir. 
Know you, what Catsar means to do with me ? 

DOL. I am loth to tell you what I would you knew. 

CLE. Nay, pray you, fir: 

DOL. Though he be honourable, 

CLE. He'll lead me in triumph : 

DOL. Madam, he will ; I know it. 

within. Make way there, C<esar. 

Enter CJESAR, and Train of Romans, 
and SELEUCUS. 

CMS. Which is the queen of Egypt ? 

DOL. It is the emperor, madam. 

CMS. Arise, you (hall not kneel : {to Cle. raising her. 
I pray you, rise ; rise, Egypt. 

CL E . Sir, the gods 

Will have it thus ; my matter and my lord 
I muft obey. 

CMS. Take to you no hard thoughts : 
The record of what injuries you did us, 
Though written in our flefli, we mall remember 
As things but done by chance. 

CL. Sole fir o'the world, 
I cannot project mine own cause fo well 
To make it clear ; but do confefs, I have 
Been laden with like frailties, which before 
Have often fham'd our fex. 

CMS. Cleopatra, know, 
We will extenuate rather than enforce : 
If you apply yourfelf to our intents, 

* fuites s me then in 



Antony and Cleopatra. 115 

(Which towards you are moft gentle) you fhall find 

A benefit in this change : but if you feek 

To lay on me a cruelty, by taking 

Antonys courfe, you fhall bereave yourfelf 

Of my good purposes, and put your children 

To that deftru&ion which I'll guard them from, 

If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. [we, 

CL E . And may, through all the world : 'tis yours ; and 
Your 'fcutcheons, and your figns of conqueft, fhall 
Hang in what place you please. Here, =j= my good lord. 

C/EJ. You fhall advise me in all for Cleopatra, 

CLE. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, 
I am posseft of: 'tis exaftly valu'd ; 
Not petty things omitted. Where's Seleucus? 

SEL. Here, madam. 

CLE. This is my treasurer; let him fpeak, my lord, 
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd 
To myfelf nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. 

SEL. Madam, 

I had rather feal my lips, than, to my peril, 
Speak that which is not. 
' CLE. What have I kept back ? 

SE L . Enough to purchafe what you have made known. 

C&s. Nay, blufh not, Cleopatra; I approve 
Your wisdom in the deed. 

CLE. See, C&sar .' o, behold, 
How pomp is follow'd ! mine will now be yours ; 
And, fhculd we fliift eftates, yours would be mine. 
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does 
Even make me wild:_O flave, of no more truft 
Than love that's hir'd! What, go'ft thou back ? thou fhalt 
Go back, I warrant thee ; but I'll catch thine eyes, 

'* admitted 



1 14 Antony ana Cleopatra. 

Though they had wings : Slave, foul-lefs villain, dog ! 
O rarely bafe ! [Jfy* a g at him. 

CSE.S. Good queen, let us intreat you. \nterpeiing* 

CLE. O Cefsar, what a wounding (hame is this; 
That thou vouchfafing here to visit me, 
Doing the honour of thy lordlinefs 
To one fo mean, that mine own fervant mould 
Parcel the fum of my difgraces by 
Addition of his envy ! Say, good Casar, 
That I fome lady trifles have reserv'd, 
Immoment toys, things of fuch dignity 
As we greet modern friends withal ; and fay, 
Some nobler token I have kept apart 
For Livia, and Oiiavia, to induce 
Their mediation ; muft I be unfolded 
Of one that I have bred ? The gods ! It fmites me 

Beneath the fall I have Pr'ythee, go hence ; 

Or I mall mew the cinders of my fpirits 

Through the aflies of my chance : Wert thou a man, 

Thou would'ft have mercy on me. 

C^E y . Forbear, Seleucus. [ Exit SELEUCUS. 

CLE. Beitknown,thatwe,thegreateft,aremifthought 
For things that others do ; and, when we fall, 
We anfwer others' merits : in cur name 
Are therefore to be pity'd. 

CMS. Cleopatra, 

Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd, 
Put we i'theroll of conqueft : {till be it yours, 
Beftow it at your pleasure ; and believe, 
Casals no merchant, to make prize with you 
Of things that merchants fold. Therefore becheer'd ; 
Make not your thoughts your prisons : no, dear queen ; 

7 fomceke, l6 With one 



Antony and Cleopatra. 1 1 5 

For we intend fo to difpose you, as 
Yourfelf fhall give us counfel. Feed, and fleep : 
Our care and pity is fo much upon you, 
That we remain your friend; And fo, adieu. 

CLE. My matter, and my lord, 

CSES. Not fo : Adieu. 

[Exeunt CJESAR, DOLABELLA, and Train. 

CLE. Hewordsme, girls, hewordsme,thatlmouldnot 
Be noble to myfelf : But hark thee, Charmian. 

IRA. Finim, good lady; the bright day is done, 
And we are for the dark. 

CLE. Hye thee again : 
I have fpoke already, and it is provided ; 
Go, put it to the hafte. 

CHA. Madam, I will. \&i n g* 

Re-enter DOLABELLA. 

DOL. Where is the queen? 

CHA. Behold, fir. [Exit CHARMIAN. 

CLE. Dolabella? 

DOL. Madam, as thereto fworn by your command, 
Which my love makes religion to obey, 
I tell you this : C<esar through Syria 
Intends his journey ; and, within three days, 
You with your children will he fend before : 
Make your befl ufe of this : I have perform'd 
Your pleasure, and my promise. 

CLE. Dolabella, 
I fhall remain your debtor. 

DOL. I your fervant. 
Adieu, good queen ; I mufl attend on Casar. 

CLE. Farewel, and thanks. [Exit DOLABELLA. 
Now, Iras, what think'ft thou ? 

VOL. VIII. O 



T 1 6 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Thou, an Egyptian puppet, (halt be fhewn 
In Rome, as well as I : mechanic!? flaves, 
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, fhalt 
Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths, 
Rank of grofs diet, fhall we be enclouded, 
And forc'd to drink their vapour. 

IHA. The gods forbid ! 

Cx. Nay, 'tis moft certain, Iras : Saucy li&ors 
Will catch at us, like ftrumpets ; and fcald rimers 
Ballad us out o'tune : the quick comedians 
Extemporally will ftage us, and present 
Our Alexandrian revels ; Antcny 
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I {hall fee 
Some fqueaking Cleopatra boy my greatnefs 
I'the potlure of a whore. 

IRA. O the good gods ! 

CLE. Nay, that's certain. 

IRA. I'll never fee't ; for, I am fure, my naih 
Are flronger than mine eyes. 

CLE. Why, that's the way 
To fool their preparation, and to conquer 
Their moft affur'd intents Now, Charmian? , 

Re-enter CHARMIAN. 

Shew me, my women, like a queen ;_ Go fetch 
My belt attires ; _ I am again for CyJnus, 
To meet Mark Antony : Sirrah, Iras, go. 
Now, noble Cbarmian, we'll difpatch indeed : 
And, when thou haft done this chare, I'll give thee leave 
To play 'till dooms-day. Bring cur crown and all. 

[Exit IRAS. Charmian falls to adjujl- 

ing Cleopatra's Drefs. Noise <within, 
Wherefore's this noise ? 

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Antony and Cleopatra. 1 1 7 

Enter one of the Guard. 
Qua. Here is a rural fellow, 
That will not be deny'd your highnefs' presence ; 
He brings you figs. [inftrument 

CLE. Let him come in. [Exit Guard,] How poor an 
May do a noble deed ! he brings me liberty. 
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing 
Of woman in me : Now from head to foot 
I am marble-conftant : now the fleeting moon 
No planet is of mine. 

Re-enter Guard, nvitb a Clown. 
Gua. This is the man. 

CLE. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guard. 

Haft thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, 
That kills and pains not? 

do. Truly, I have him : but 1 would not be the 
party that' ihculd desire you to touch him, for his biting 
is immortal ; those, that do dye of it, do feldom or never 
recover. 

CLE. Remember'ft thou any that have dy'd on't? 
Clo. Very many, men and women too. I heard of 
one of them no longer than yefterday : a very honeft 
woman ; but fomething given to lye ; as a woman mould 
not do, but in the way of honefty : how (he dy'd of the 
biting of it, what pain (he felt, Truly, fhe makes a 
very good report o' the worm : But he that will be- 
lieve all that they fay, fhall never be faved by half that 
they do: But this is moft fallible, the worm's an odd 
worm. 

CLE. Get thee hence; farewel. [Baftet. 

Clo . T wifli you all joy cf the worm, [fettrngc/otvnbit 
CL . Farewel, 

O 2 



1 1 8. Antony and Cleopatra. 

do. You muft think this, look you, that the worm 
will do his kind. 

Ciz. Ay, ay; farewel. 

Clo. Look you, the worm is not to be trufted, but 
in the keeping of wise people ; for, indeed, there is no 
goodnefs in the worm. 

CLE. Take thou no care ; it fhall be heeded. 

Clo. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it 
is not worth the feeding. 

CLE. Will it eat me? 

Clo. You muft not think I am fo fimple, but I know 
the devil himfelf will not eat a woman : I know, that 
a woman is a difh for the gods, if the devil diefs her 
not. But, truly, these fame whorefon devils do the gods 
great harm in their women ; for in every ten that they 
make, the devils mar five. 

CIE. Well, get thee gone; farewel. 

Clo. Yes, forfooth : I wilh you joy of the worm. [Exit, 
Re-enter IRAS, with Robe, Sec. 

CIE. Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have 
Immortal longings in me : Now no more 
The juice of Egypt's grape (hall moift this lip :_ 
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick Methinks, I hear 
dittany call ; I fee him rouse himfelf 
To praise my noble aft ; I hear him mock 
The luck of Cursor, which the gods give men 
To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come : 

[Goes to a Bed, or Sopha, which jhe aj'cends ; her 
Women compose her on it : Irzsjets the Bajket, which 
Jhe has been holding upon her own Arm, fy her. 
Now to that name my courage prove my title ! 
I am fire, and air; my other elements 



Antony and Cleopatra. 1 19 

I give to bafer life. _ So, have you done ? 
Come then, and take the laft warmth of my lips. 
Farewel, kind Cbarmian',-.Iras, long farewel. 

\kijfing them. 

Have I the afpick in my lips ? Doft fall ? 
If thou and nature can fo gently part, 
The ftroke of death is as a lover's pinch, 
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Doft thou lye ftill? 
If thus thou vanifticft, thou tell'ft the world 
It is not worth leave-taking. 

CHA. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may fay, 
The gods themfelves do weep ! 

CLE. This proves me bafe : 
If fhe firft meet the curled Antony, 
He'll make demand of her ; and fpend that kifs, 
Which is my heaven to have Come, mortal wretch, 
\to the Aj'p ; applying it to her Breaft* 
With thy iharp teeth this knot intrinficate 
Of life at once untye : poor venomous fool, [Jiirring it, 
Be angry, and difpatch. O, could'ft thou fpeak! 
That I might hear thee call great Caesar, ais, 
Unpolicy'd! 

CHA. Q eaftern ftaH 

CLE. Peace, peace : 
Doft thou not fee my baby at my breaft, 
That fucks the nurfe afleep ? 

CHA. O, break ! o, break ! 

CLE. As fweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle 
O Antony ! _ Nay, I will take thee too : _ 

\_applying another Afp to her Arm. 
Whit (hould I ftay [dies. 

CHA. In this vile world ? _ So, fare thee well. 

16 Cpme thou mortal 3* this wilde World 



1 20 Antony and Cleopatra. 

Now boaft thee, death ; in thy posseflion lyes 
A lafs unparallePd._ Downy windows, close; 
And golden Phcebut never be beheld 
Of eyes again fo royal ! Your crown's awry ; 
I'll mend it, and then play. 

Enter Jome of the Guard. 

i . G. Where is the queen ? 

CHA. Speak foftly, wake her not. 

I . G. Ctzsar hath fent 

CHA. Too flow a meflenger [applying the Afp. 
O, come, apace, difpatch ; I partly feel thee. 

1. G. Approach, ho! All's not well : Cesar's beguil'd. 

2. G. There's Dolabella, fent from C<xsar; call him. 
c. G. What workis here lCbarmian, is this well done? 
CHA. It is well done, and fitting for a princefs 

Defcended of fo many royal kings. 
Ah, foldier! ' \dies. 

Enter DOLABELLA. 

Dot, How goes it here ? 

2. G. All dead. 

Dot. Cfgsar, thy thoughts 
Touch their effe&s in this : Thyfelf art coming 
To fee perform'd the dreaded a&, which thou 
So fought'ft to hinder. 

within. A way there, way for Ceesar ! 
Enter C ft. s A R , and Train. 

DOL. O, fir, you are too fure an augurer; 
That you did fear, is done. 

CMS. Brav'ft at the laft : 
She level'd at our purposes, and, being royal, 

Took her own way The manner of their deaths ? 

I do not fee them bleed. 

* Crowncs awSy, ** there, a way 



Antony and Cleopatra. 121 

Dot. Who was laft with them ? 

i. G. A fimple countryman, that brought her figs; 
This "|~ was his baflcet. 

C^s. Poison'd then. 

1. G. OC<esar, 

This Charmian liv'd but now ; fhe flood, and fpake : 
I found her trimming up the diadem 
.On her dead miftrefs ; tremblingly fhe ftood, 
And on the fudden drop'd. 

C^s. O noble weaknefs !_ 
If they had fwallow'd poison, 'twould appear 
By external fwelling : but me looks like fleep, 
As fhe would catch another Antony 
In her ftrong toil of grace. 

DOL. Here, on her breaft, 

There is a vent of blood, and fomething blown : 
The like is on her arm. 

i . G. This is an afpick's trail ; [pointing to the Floor. 
And these fig-leaves have flime upon them, fuch 
As the afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile. 

CJES. Moft probable, 

That fo fhe dy'd : for her physician tells me, 
She hath purfu'd conclusions infinite 
Of easy ways to dye Take up her bed ; 

And bear her women from the monument : 

She {hall be bury'd by her Antony : 
No grave upon the earth fhall clip in it 
A pair fo famous. High events as these 
Strike those that make them : and their ftory is 
No lefs in pity, than his glory, which 
Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall, 
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral ; 



i zz Antony and Cleopatra. 

And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, fee 

High order in this great folemnity. [Exeunt. 



T I M O N 



ATHENS. 



Per/otts represented. 

Timon, a noble Athenian : 
Ventidius, one of bis falfe Friends. 
Lucullus, Lucius, Sempronius, and four 
Others ; Lords, and Flatterers of Timon. 
Alcibiades, an Athenian General. 
Apemantus, a cburlijh Philofophsr. 
Flavius, Steward to Timon : 
Lucilius, Flaminius, Servilius, and 
four Others, Servants of the fame. 
Caphis, Varro, Ifidore, ? 5 - 

fecond Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, > rp- , ~ ,.. 
T /ni-'i i Timon s Lr editors* 

Lucius, WPhilotus, j 

Senators, eight ; ftr anger Gentlemen, three ; Thieves, three. 
Poet, Painter, Je<vueUcr, Merchant, 
Fool, Page, MeJ/inger, and Soldier. 
Servant to Ventidius. Servant to Lucullus. 
an old Athenian. Per/on presenting Cupid. 



Divers other Senators, Lords, Officers, Soldiers, 
and Ladies in the Mafque, 

Scene, Athens, and Woods adjoining. 



TIMON ^/ATHENS. 



i. 

SCENE L Athens. A Hall in Timon'j Houfe. 

Enter, at federal Doors, Poet, Painter, Jeweller, 

Merchant, and divers Others. 

Poe. Good day, COOtl tiap, fir. 

Pai. I am glad you are well. 

Pee. I have not feen you long ; How goes the world ? 

Pai. It wears, fir, as it grows. 

Poe. Ay, that's well known : 
But what particular rarity ? what flrange, 
Which manifold record not matches ? See ! 
Magick of bounty, all these fpirits thy power 
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. 

Pai. I know them both ; th' other's a jeweller. 

Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord. 

Jew. Nay, that's moft fixt. 

Mer. A moft incomparable ; breath'd, as it were, 
To an untirable and continuate goodnefs : 
He paffes. 

Jew. I have a jewel ~J" here : 

*3 incomparable man, breath'd 



4 Timon of Athens. 

Mer. O, pray, let's fee't: For the lord Timon, fir? 

Jew. If he will touch the eltimate ; But, for that, ~~ 

Poe. When ivefor recompence have praifd the vile, 
It ftains the glory in that happy <ver_,'e 
Which aptly fings the good. [repeating to himfelf. 

Mer. 'Tis a good form. [looking on the Jewel. 

Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. 

Pai. You are rapt, fir, in fome work, fome dedication 
To the great lord. 

Poe. A thing flipt idly from me. 
Our poefy is as a gum, which iffues 
From whence 'tis nourifhed: The fire i'the flint 
Shews not, 'till it be ftrook ; our gentle flame 
Provokes itfelf, and, like the current, flies 
Each bound it chafes. What have you ~j~ there ? 

Pai. A pidlure, fir. 
SnU when comes your book forth ? 

Poe. Upon the heels 
Of my presentment, fir. Let's fee your piece. 

Pai. 'Tis a good piece. 

Poe. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. 

Pai. Indifferent. 

Poe. Admirable : How this grace 
Speaks his own ftanding ? what a mental power 
This eye fhoots forth ? how big imagination 
Moves in this lip ? to the dumbnefs of the geilure 
One might interpret. 

Pai. It is a pretty mocking of the life. 
Here is a touch ; Is't good ? 

Poe. I will fay of it, 
It tutors nature : artificial ftrife 
Lives in these touches, livelier than life. 

1 a Gowne, which ufes ' s chafes 



Timon of Athens. j 

Enter certain Senators, and pafs over. 

Pal. How this lord is follow'd ! 

Poe. The fenators of Athens ; Happy man ! 

Pat. Look, more. 

Poe. You fee this confluence, thisgreatfloodofvisitors. 
I have, in this ~j~ rough work, lhap'd out a man, 
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug 
With ampleil entertainment : My free drift 
Halts not particularly, but moves itfelf 
In a wide fea of wax : no level'd malice 
Infeds one comma in the courfe I hold ; 
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, 
Leaving no trad behind. 

Pai. How fhall I underfland you ? 

Poe. I'll unbolt to you. 
You fee, how all conditions, how all minds, 
(As well of glib and flippery creatures, as 
Of grave and auftere quality) tender down 
Their fervices to lord Timon : his large fortune, 
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, 
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance 
All forts of hearts; yea, from the glafs-fac'd flatterer 
To dpemantus, that few things loves better 
Than to abhor himfelf ; even he drops down 
The knee before him, and returns in peace 
Mo ft rich in Timon 's nod. 

Pai. I faw them fpeak together. 

Poe. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill 
Feign'd fortune to be thron'd : The bafe o'the mount 
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, 
That labour on the bosom of this fphere 
To propagate their Hates : amongft them all, 



6 Timoncf Athens. 

Whose eyes are on this fovereign lady fixt, 
One do I perfonate of lord Timon's frame, 
Whom fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; 
Whose present grace to present (laves and fervants 
Tranflates his rivals. 

Pat. 'Tis conceiv'd to fcope. 
This throne, this fortune, and this hill, methinks, 
With one man beckon'd from the reft below, 
Bowing his head againft the fteepy mount 
To climb his happinefs, would be well expreft 
In our condition. 

Poe. Nay, fir, but hear me on : 
All those which were his fellows but of late, 
'(Some better than his value) on the moment 
Follow his ftrides, his lobbies fill with tendance, 
Rain facrificial whifperings in his ear, 
Make facred even his ftirrop, and through him 
Drink the free air. 

Pat. Ay, marry, what of these ? 

Poe. When fortune, in her fhift and change of mood, 
Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, 
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, 
Even on their knees and hands, let him flip down, 
Not one accompanying his declining foot. 

Pai. 'Tis common : 
A thousand moral paintings I can (hew, 
That lhall demonftrate these quick blows of fortune 
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, 
To ftiew lord Timon, that mean eyes have feen 
The foot above the head. 

Fkurljb. Enter TIMON, attended; Servant of 
Ventidius talking <witb him. 

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Timon c^ Athens. 7 

TIM . Imprison'd is he, fay you ? 

Ser. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his debt; 
His means moft fhort, his creditors moft ftrait : 
Your honourable letter he desires 
To those have (hut him up ; which failing him, 
Periods his comfort. 

TIM. Noble Ventidius ! Well ; 
1 am not of that feather, to fhake off 
My friend when he muft need me. I do know him 
A gentleman, that well deserves a help, 
Which he mall have : _ I'll pay the debt, and free him. 

Ser. Your lordfhip ever binds him. 

TIM. Commend me to him : I will fend his ranfom ; 

And, being enfranchiz'd, bid him come to me : 

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, 
But to fupport him after Fare you well. 

Ser. All happinefs to your honour ! [Exit. 

Enter an old Athenian. 

o. A. Lord Timon, hear me fpeak. 

TIM. Freely, good father. 

o. A. Thou hail a fervant nam'd Lucilius. 

TIM. I have fo : What of him ? 

o. A. Moft noble Timon, call the man before tliee. 

TIM. Attends he here, or no ? _ Lucilius ! 
Enter LUCILIUS. 

Luc. Here, at your lordfhip's fervice. 

o. A. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature, 
By night frequents my houfe. I am a man 
That from my firft have been inclin'd to thrift; 
And my eftate deserves an heir more rais'd, 
Than one which holds a trencher. 

TIM. Well ; what further ? 

* failing to him 



8 Timon of Athens. 

o. A. One only daughter have I, no kin elfe, 
On whom I may confer what I have got : 
The maid is fair, o'the youngeft for a bride, 
And 1 have bred her at my deareft coft 
In qualities of the beft. This man of thine 
Attempts her love : I pr'ythee, noble lord, 
Join with me to forbid him her resort ; 
Myfelf have fpoke in vain. 

TIM . The man is honeft. 

o. A. Therefore he will be, Timon : 
His honefty rewards him in itfelf, 
It muft not bear my daughter. 

TIM. Does (he love him ? 

o. A. She is young, and apt : 
Our own precedent paffions do inftrul us 
What levity's in youth. 

TIM. Love you the maid ? 

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and me accepts of it. 

o. A. If in her marriage my confent be miffing, 
I call the gods to witnefs, I will choose 
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, 
And difpossefs her all. 

TIM. How mall flie be endow'd, 
If me be mated with an equal husband? 

o. A. Three talents, on the present ; in future, all. 

TIM. This gentleman of mine hath ferv'd me long; 
To build his fortune, I will ftrain a little, 
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : 
What you beftow, in him I'll counterpoise, 
And make him weigh with her. 

o. A. Moft noble lord, 
Pawn me to this your honour, fhe is his. 



Timon of Athens. 9 

Tt:.i. Myhand~f tothee; mine honour on my promise. 

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordfhip : Never may 
That Hate or fortune fall into my keeping, 
Which is not ow'd to you. 

[Exeunt LUCILIUS, and old Athenian. 

Toe. Vouchfafe my =p labour, and long live your lord- 
fhip. [ presenting his Poem. 

TIM. I thank you ; you fhall hear from me anon : 
Go not away. _ What have you there, my friend ? 

Pai. A piece of painting ; which I do befeech 
Your lordfhip to accept. [presenting it. 

TIM. Painting is welcome. 
The painting is almoft the natural man ; 
For fince difhonour trafh'cks with man's nature, 
He is but outfide : these pencil'd figures are 
Even fuch as they give out. I like your work j 
And you fhall find, I like it : wait attendance 
'Till you hear further from me. 

Pai. The gods preserve you ! 

TIM. Well fare you, gentleman : give me your hand; 

[to the Merchant. 

We muft needs dine together. _ Sir, your jewel 
Hath fuffer'd under praise. 

Jew. What, my lord ? difpraise ? 

TIM. A meer fatiety of commendations. 
If I mould pay you for't as 'tis extol'd, 
It would uncle w me quite. 

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated 

As those, which fell, would give : But you well know, 
Things of like value, differing in the owners, 
Are prized by their matters : believe't, dear lord, 
You mend the jewel by the wearing it. 

v VOL. VIII. P 



io Timon of Athens. 

TIM. Well mock'd. 

Mer. No, my good lord ; hefpeaks the common tongue, 
Which all men {peak with him. 

Eater APEMANTUS. 

TIM. Look, who comes here : 
Will you be chid ? 

Jew. We'll bear it with your lordfhip. 

Mer. He'll fpare none. 

TIM. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus. 

APE. 'Till I be gentle, flay thou for thy good morrow. 

er, CSlfjcntotH tj;at be? [honeft. 

3pe, When thou art Timers dog, and these knaves 

TIM. Why doft thou call them knaves ? thou know'ft 

APE. Are they not Athenians? [them not. 

TIM. Yes. 

APE. Then I repent not. 

Jew. You know me, Apemantus. 

APE. Thou know'ft, I do ; I call'd thee by thy name. 

TIM. Thou art proud, Apemantus. 

APE. Of nothing fo much, as that lam not like Timon. 

TIM. Whither art going ? 

APE. To knock out an honeft Athenian 's brains. 

TIM. That's a deed thou'lt dye for. 

APE. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. 

TIM. How lik'ft thou this ~|~ pifture, Apemantus? 

>APE. The beft, for the innocence. 

TIM. Wrought he not well, that painted it ? 

APE. He wrought better, that made the painter; and 
yet he's but a filthy piece of work. 

Pai. You're a dog. 

APE. Thy mother's of my generation ; What's me, if 
I be a dog ? 



Timon of Athens. II 

TIM. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? 

APE, No; I eat not lords. 

TIM. An thou fhould'ft, thou'dft anger ladies. 

APE . O, they eat lords ; fo they come by great bellies. 

TIM . That's a lafcivious apprehenfion. 

APE. So thou apprehend'ft it ; take it for thy labour. 

TIM. How doft thou like this ~f~ jewel, Apemantus ? 

APE. Notfo well as plain-dealing, which will not coft 
a man a doit. 

TIM. What doft thou think 'tis wcrth ? 

APE. Not worth my thinking. How now, Poet? 

Foe. How now, philofopher? 

APE. Thouly'ft. 

Foe. Art not one ? 

APE. Yes. 

Foe. Then I lye not. 

APE. Art not a poet? 

Foe. Yes. 

APE. Then thou ly'ft : look in thy laft work, where 
thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow. 

Foe. That's not feign'd, he is fo. 

AfE-. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for 
thy labour: He, that loves to be flatter'd, is worthy o'the 
flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! 

TIM . What would'ft do then, Apemantus ? 

APE. E'en as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with 
my heart. 

TIM. What, thyfelf ? 

APE. Ay. 

TIM. Wherefore? 

APE. That I had fo hungry a wit, to be a lord. Art 
not thou a merchant? 

* caft 3 had no angry wit 



12 Timon o/'' Athens. 

Mer. Ay, Apemantus. 

APE. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not f 

Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. 

APE. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee ! 
Trumpet. Enter a Servant. 

TIM. What trumpet's that ? 

Ser. 'Tis Alcibiades, and fome twenty horfe, 
All of companionfhip. 

TIM. Pray, entertain them ; give them guide to us._ 
[ Exeunt fome Attendants. 

You muft needs dine with me : _Go not you hence, 
'Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's done, 

Shew me this piece I am joyful of your fights. 

Enter ALCIBIADES, and hit Company. 
Moil welcome, fir. [they falute. 

APE. So, fo; there !_ 

Aches contraft and ftarve your fupple joints ! _ 
That there mould be fmalllove'mongft these fweet knaves, 
And all this courtefy ! The ftrain of man's bred out 
Into baboon and monkey. 

ALC. Sir, you have fav'd my longing, and I feed 
Moft hungerly on your fight. 

TIM. Right welcome, fir : 
Ere we depart, we'll (hare a bounteous time 
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. 

[Exeunt All but Apemantus. 
Enter t<wo Lords. 

I . L. What time of day is't, dpemantui ? 

APE. Time to be honeft. 

1. L. That time ferves ftill. 

APE. The moft accurfed thou, that ftill omit'ft it. 

2. L. Thou art going to lord ffmttit feaft ? 

16 So, fo; their Aches I8 amongeft 




Timon of Athens. 13 

. Ay; to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 
2. L. Fare thee well, fare thee well. 
APE. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewel twice. 
2. L. Why, Apemantus ? 

APE. Should'ft have kept one to thyfelf, for I mean 
to give thee none. 

1 . L. Hang thyfelf. 

APE. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy 
requefts to thy friend. 

2. L. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll fpurn thee hence. 
APE. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o'the afs. 

[Exit APEMANTUS, 

1. L. He's opposite to humanity. Come, fhall we in, 
And tafte lord Timon's bounty ? he out-goes 

The very heart of kindnefs. 

2. L. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, 
Is but his fteward : no meed, but he repays 
Sevenfold above itfelf ; no gift to him, 

But breeds the giver a return exceeding 
All ufe of quittance. 

\. L. The nobleft mind he carries, 
That ever goyern'd man. 

2. L. Long may he live 
In fortunes ! Shall we in ? 

I. L I'll keep you company. \Exeuni. 

SCENE II. The fame. A State- Room in the fame. 

Mustek. A great "Banquet fer^d in ; Flavius, and other 

Dwnefticks, "waiting. Flourijh, andEnterTiMOX, attended; 

ALCIBIADES, VENTIDIUS, Senators, Lords, &c: 

then comes dropping in after all, 

APEMANTUS discontentedly. 



14 Timon of Athens. 

Vzn. Moft honour'd Timon, 
'T hath pleas'd the gods in &iitl)ncf0 to remember 
My father's age, and call him to long peace. 
He is gone happy, and has left me rich : 
Then, as in grateful virtue I am hound 
To your free heart, I do return those ~|~ talents, 
Doubl'd, with thanks, and fervice, from whose help 
I deriv'd liberty. 

TIM. O, by no means, 
Honeft Pentia'ius : you miflake my love ; 
I gave it freely ever ; and there's none 
Can truly fay, he gives, if he receives : 
If our betters play at that game, we muft not dare 
To imitate them ; Faults, that are rich, are fair. 

VEK, A noble fpirit. 

TJM. Nay, my lords, ceremony 

[inviting them to Jit to Table. 
Was but devis'd at firft 

To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, 
Recanting goodnefs, forry ere 'tis fhown ; 
But where there is true friendfhip, there needs none. 
Pray, fit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, 
Than they to me. [they Jit. 

I. L. My lord, we always have confeft it. 

JPE. Ho, ho, confeft it? hang'd it, have you not? 

TIM. O, dpemantus! you are welcome. 

j4pz. No ; 

You mall not make me welcome : 
I come to have thee thruft me out of doors. 

TIM. Fie, thou'rtachurl; you have gotahumourthere 

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: 

They fay, my lords, tat ira furor lrc<vis eft, 

*3 Then my Fortunes to 



Timon ^Athens. 15 

But yondtr man is ever angry. _ 

Go, let him have a table by himfelf ; [to Alt. 

For he does neither affeft company, 

Nor is he fit for it, indeed. 

APE. Do, let me ftay at thine own peril, Timon ; 
I come to observe, I give thee warning on't. 

T'IM. I take no heed of thee ; thou'rt an Athenian, 
9riD therefore welcome : I myfelf would have 
No power, but, pr'ythee, let my meat make thee filent. 

APE . I fcorn thy meat; 'twould choak me, for I fhould 

Ne'er flatter thee O you gods, what a number 

Of men eat Timon, and he fees 'em not ! 

T grieves me, to fee fo many dip their meat 

In one man's blood ; and all the madnefs is, 

He cheers them up too. 

I vv.or.der, men dare truft themfelves with men : 

Methinks, they fhould invite them without knives ; 

Good for their meat, and fafer for their lives. 

There's much example for't ; the fellow, that 

Sits next him now, parts bread with him, antJ pledges 

The breath of him in a divided draught, 

Is die readieft man to kill him : 't has been prov'd. 

If I were a huge man noto, I fhould fear 

To drink at meals ; 

Left they mould fpy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes : 

Great men fhould drink with harnefs on their throats. 

TIM. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round. 
[to a Lord, who drinks to him. 

2. L. Let it flow this way, my good lord. 

APE. Flow this way! 

A moil brave fellow! he keeps his tides well. Timon, 
Those healths will make thee, and thy ftate, look ill. 

s thine apperill ' * eats ' * there meate 



16 Timon of Athens. 

Here's ~j~ that, which is too weak to be a fmner, 
Honeft water, which ne'er left man i'the mire : 
This, and my food, are equals ; there's no odds. 
Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. 

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; [Grace. 

I pray for no man but myfelf : 

Grant I may never prove fo fond, 

To truft man on his oath, or bond ; 

Or a harlot, for her weeping ; 

Or a dog, that feems afleeping ; 

Or a keeper with my freedom ; 

Or my friends, if I ihould need 'em. 

Amen. So fall to't : 
Rich men fin, and I eat root. 
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantut. 

[fa!h to bis Dinner apart. 

TIM. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. 
Ate. My heart is ever at your fervice, my lord. 
7>Af . You had rather be at a breakfaft of enemies, than 
a dinner of friends. 

ALC. So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's 
no meat like 'em ; I could wifti my beft friend at fuch a 
feaft. 

APE. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies 
then; that thou might'ft kill 'em, and bid me to 'em. 

i . L. Might we but have that happinefs, my lord, that 
you would once use our hearts, whereby we might exprefs 
fome part of our zeals, we ihould think ourfelves for ever 
perfea. 

TIM. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods 
themfelves have provided that I mall have much help 
from you : How had you been my friends elfe ? why 

*J that then thou 



Timon of Athens. 17 

have you that charitable title from thousands, did not 
you chiefly belong to my heart ? I have told more of 
you to myfelf, than you can with modefty fpeak in your 
own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, 
think I, what need we have any friends, if we mould 
ne'er have need of them ? they were the moft needlefs 
creatures living, mould we ne'er have ufe for them: and 
would moft resemble fweet inftruments hung up in cafes, 
that keep their founds to themfelves. Why, I have often 
wifh'd myfelf poorer, that I might come nearer to you. 
We are born to do benefits : And what better or pro- 
perercan we call our own, than the riches of our friends? 
O, what a pretious comfort 'tis, to have fo many, like 
brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ! o joy, 
e'en made away ere 't can be born ! Mine eyes cannot 
hold out water, me thinks : to forget their faults, I drink 
"j~ to you. 

APE, Thou weep'ft to make them drink, Timon. 

2. L. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, 
And, at that inftant, like a babe fprung up. 

S/PE. Ho, ho ! I laugh to think that babe a baftard. 

3. Z,. 1 promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much. 
APE. Much! [Trumpet within. 
TIM. What means that trump ?__How now ? 

Enter a Servant. 

Ber. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies moft 
desirous of admittance. 

TIM. Ladies? what are their wills ? 
Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner, my lord, 
which bears that office, to fignify their pleasures. 
TIM. I pray, let them be admitted. 
Enter CUPID. 






icyes, 



1 8 Timon of Athens. 

CUT. Hail to thee, worthy Timon; and to all 
That of his bounties tafte ! _The five beft fenfes 
Acknowledge thee their patron; and are come 
Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bosom : 
The ear, tafte, touch, fmell, pleas'd from thy table rise ; 
These only now come but to feaft thine eyes. 

TIM. They're welcome all ; let them have kind ad- 
mittance : 
Musick, make fcnoton their welcome. [Exit CUPID. 

i. L. You fee, my lord, how ample you're belov'd. 
Mustek. Re-enter CUPID 'with Mafque of Ladies, dreft 
like Amazons, with Lutes in their Hands, 

dancing, and playing. 

APZ. Hey-day ! toljp, what a fweep of vanity 
Comes this way ! 9rttJ they dance! they are madwomen, 
Likemadnefs is the glory of this life, 
As this pomp mews to a little oil, and root. 
We make ourfelvcs fools, to difport ourfelves ; 
And fpend our flatteries, to drink those men, 
Upon whose age we void it up again, 
With poisonous fpite, and envy. Who lives, that's not 
Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears 
Not one fpurn to their graves of their friends' gift ? 
J mould fear, those, that dance before me now, 
Would one day ftamp upon me : 'T has been done ; 
Men fhut their doors againft a fetting fun. 

The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring 
e/"Timon ; and, tojke-u; their Loves, each Jingles out 
an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a 

lofty Strain or t<wo to the Hautboys, and ceafe. 
TIM. You have done our pleasures a much grace, fair 
Set a fair fafhion on our entertainment, [ladies, 

5 There tafte, touch all, 6 They onely 1O Luc. You fee 



Timon of Athens. 19 

Which was not half fo beautiful and kind; 
You have added grace unto't, and lively luftre, 
And entertain'd me with mine own device ; 
I am to thank you for't. 

i. L. My lord, you take us even at the beft. 
APE. 'Faith, for theworft is filthy; and would not hold 
Taking, I doubt me. 

TIM. Ladies, there is tottlrin an idle banquet 
Attends you ; Please you to difpose yourfelves ? 
Lad. Moft thankfully, my lord. 

[Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies. 
TIM. Flavius, 
Sfe. My lord . 

TIM. The little caflcet bring me hither. 
Ste. Yes, my lord 

' More jewels ! There's no eroding him in his humour ; " 
'Elfe 1 ihould tell him, Well, i' faith, I mould, " 
'When all's fpent, he'd be croft then, an he could." 
*'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;" 
'That man might ne'er be wrenched for his mind. " 

[Exit, and returns <witb the Cajket. 

1. L. Where be our men, fjo? 
Ser. Here, my lord, in readinefs. 

2. L. Our horfes. 

TIM. O my friends, I have one word 
To fay to you : _Look you, my good lord, I muft 
Jntreat you, honour me fo much, as to 
Advance this ^ jewel ; accept, and wear it, kind my lord. 

i. L. I am fo far already in your gifts, 

Lor. So are we all. 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. My lord, there are certain nobles of the fenate 

16 Jewels yet? 



2O Timon ^"Athens. 

Newly alighted, and come to visit you. 
FIM. They are fairly welcome. 
Ste. I beleech your honour, 
Youchfafe me a word ; it does concern you near. 

TIM . $t near ? why, then another time I'll hear thee : 
I pr'ythee, let us be provided note 
To mew them entertainment. 
Ste. " I fcarce know how. " 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. May it please your honour, tlje lord Lucius, 
Out of his free love, hath presented to you 
Four milk-white horfes, trapt in filver. 

I'IM. I mall accept them fairly : let the presents 

Enter another Servant. 
Be worthily entertain'd How now? what news? 

Ser. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman 
UTf)C lord Lucullus, entreats your company 
To-morrow, to hunt with him ; and has fent you 
Two brace of grey-hounds. 

TIM . I'll hunt with him ; And let them be receiv'd, 
Not without fair reward. 

Ste. " What will this come to ? " 
'He f>ere commands us to provide, and give" 
' Great gifts, and all out of an empty coffer : " 
' Nor will he know his purfe ; or yield me this, " 
'To fhew him what a beggar his heart is, " 
' Being of no power to make his wifties good : " 
' His promises fly fo beyond his Hate, " 
'That what he fpeaks is all in debt, he owes" 
' For every word ; he is fo kind, that he now" 
' Pays intereft for't ; his land's put to their books. " 
* Well, would I were gently put out of ojfice, " 

1 * fent your honour 



Timon of Athens. 21 

" Before I were forc'd out ! " 

" Happier is he that has no friends to feed, " 

"Than fuch that do e'en enemies exceed. " 

" I Bo bleed inwardly for my lord." {Exit. 

TIM. You doyourfelves much wrong, you bate too much 
Of your own merits :_ My lord, a trifle =f= of our love. 

z. L. With more than common thanks I will receive it. 

3. Z,. O, he's the very foul of bounty ! 

TIM. And now 

I lio remember m?, my lord, you gave 
Good words the other day of a bay courfer 
I rode on : it is yours, because you lik'd it. 

i. L. O, I befeech you, pardon me, my lord, 
In that. 

TIM. You may take my word, my lord ; I know, 
No man can juftly praise, but what he does affeft : j 
I weigh my friend's affeftion with mine own ; 
I tell you true. I'll call on yon. 

Lor. O, none fo welcome. 

TIM. I take all and your feveral visitations 
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give ; 
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, 

And ne'er be weary .Alcibiades^ 

Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich, 
It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living 
Is 'mongft the dead ; and all the lands thou haft 
Lye in a pitcht field. 

ALC. I defy land, my lord. 

1 . L. We are fo virtuoufly bound, 
TIM. And fo 

Am I to you. 

2. L. So infinite endear'd, 

6 merits. Hsere my J 8 Tie tell call to you 



22 Timbn of Athens. 

TIM. All to you Lights, more lights. 

i. L. The belt of happinefs, 
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lordTimonf 

TIM. Ready for his friends. 

{Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, Sec. 

APE . What a coil's here ! 
Serring of becks, and jutting out of bums ! 
I doubt, whether their legs be worth the fums 
That are given for 'em. Friendfhip's full of dregs : 
Methinks, falfe hearts fhould never have found legs. 
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies. 

TIM . Now, Apemantust if thou wert not fullen, 
I would be good to thee. 

APE. No, I'll nothing: for, 
If I fhould be brib'd too, -there'd be none left 
To rail upon thee ; and then thou would'fl fin the falter. 
Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou 
Wilt give away thyfelf in proper fhortly : 
What need these feaits, pomps, and vain-glories ? 

TIM, Nay, 

An you begin to rail once on fociety, 
I am fvvorn, not to give regard to you. 
Farewel ; and come with better musick. [Exit. 

AP . So ; 

Thou wilt not hear me now, thou malt not then, 
I'll lock thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears mould be 
To counfel deaf, but not to flattery ! [Exit. 

ACT II. 

SCENE I. The fame. A Room in a Senator's Houfe. 
Enter Senator, with Papers in his Hand, 

7 ferving * ! paper a l on Societie once 



Timori of Athens. 23 



Sea. And late, five thousand ; To Farro, and to 
He owes nine thousand ; befides my former fum, 
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion 
Of raging wafte ? It cannot hold ; it will not. 
If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog, 
And give it Timo?i, why, the dog coins gold : 
If I would fell my horfe, and buy ten more 
Better than he, why, give my horfe to Timon, 
Aflc nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight 
Ten able horfes : No porter at his gate ; 
But rather one that fmiles, and ftill invites 
All that pafs by. It cannot hold ; no reason 
Can found his ftate on fafety Capbis, ho ! 
Caphis, I fay ! 

Enter CAPHIS. 

CAP. Here, fir; What is your pleasure ? 

Sen. Get On your cloak, and hafle you to lord Timon ; 
Importune him for my monies : be not ceaf 'd 
With flight denial ; nor then filenc'd, when 
Commend me to your majler and the cap 
Plays in the right hand, ~\ thus: but tell him, firrah, 
My ufes cry to me, I mufl ferve my turn 
Out of mine own ; his days and times are paft, 
And my reliances on his fradted dates 
Have fmit my credit : I love, and honour him ; 
But muft not break my back, to heal his finger : 
Immediate are my needs ; and my relief 
Muft not be toft and turn'd to me in words, 
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone : 
Put on a moil importunate afpecl, 
A visage of demand ; for, I do fear, 

* buy twenty more * * And able ' * flate in faf- 



24 Timon of Athens. 

When every feather fticks in his own wing, 
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, 
Which flatties now a phoenix. Get you gone. 

CAP. I go, fir. 

Sen. I go, fir ? take the bonds ^ along with you ; 
And have the dates in compt. 

CAP. I will, fir. 

Sen. Go. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Hall in Timon's Houfe. 
Enter Steward, with many Bills in his Hand. 

Ste. No care, no flop ! fo fenfelefs of expence, 
That he will neither know how to maintain it, 
Nor ceafe his flow of riot : Takes no account 
How things go from him ; nor resumes no care 
Of what is to continue ; Never mind 
Was to be fo unwise, to be fo kind. 
What fhall be done ? he will not hear, 'till feel : 
I muft be round with him, now he comes from hunting. 
Fie, fie, fie, fie! 

Enter CAPHIS, ISIDORE, and VARRO. 

CAP. Good even, Varro : What, 
You come for money ? 

VAR. Is't not your businefs too? 

CAP. It is;_And yours too, Ifedore? 

1st. It is fo. 

CAP. 'Would we were all difcharg'd. 

FAR. I fear't. 

CAP. Here comes the lord. 

Enter TIMOU, <witb Alcibiades, Lords, &c. 

TIM. So foon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, 
My Alcibiades . With me ? What is your will ? 

* dates in, Ccme. l * refume 



Timon ^Athens. 25 

CAP. My lord, here =f is a note of certain dues. 
TIM. Dues? Whence are you? 
CAP. Of Athens here, my lord, 
y/jtf. Go to my fteward. 

CAP. Please it your lordfhip, he hath put me off 
To the fucceffion of new days this month : 
My mafter is awak'd by great occasion, 
To call upon his own ; and humbly prays you, 
That with your other noble parts you'll fuit, 
In giving him his right. 

TIM. Mine honeft friend, 
I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning. 
CAP. Nay, good my lord, 
TIM. Contain thyfelf, good friend. 
FAR. One VamPs ^ iervant, my good lord, 
Is i. From =j= Ifedore ; 
He humbly prays your fpeedy payment, 

CAP. If you 
Did know, my lord, my mailer's wants, 

VAR . 'Twas due 
On forfeiture, my lord, fix weeks., and pall. 

Isi. Your fteward puts me off, my lord ; and 1 
Am fent exprefsly to your lordfhip. 

TIM. Give me breath : 

I do befeech you, good my lords, keep on ; 

[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c. 
I'll wait upon you inftantly. _ Come hither; Pray you, 

[to the Steward. 

How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd 
With clamorous demands of broken bonds, 
And the detention of long-fmce-due debts, 
Againft my honour ? 

3 of debt, broken 
VOL. VIII. O 



z6 Timon of Athens. 

Ste. Please you, gentlemen, 
The time is unagreeable to this busin'efs : 
Your importunacy ceafe, 'till after dinner ; 
That I may make his lordfhip underftand 
Wherefore you are not pay'd. 

TIM. Do fo, my friends : _ 
See them well entertain'd. [;'/ TIM ON.. 

Ste. Pray gou, draw near. [.fix// Steward. 

Enter APEMANTUS, and a Fool. 

CAP. Stay, flay, here comes the fool with Apemantiu ; 
let's have ,fome fport with 'em. 

FAR. Hang him, he'll abuse us. 

Is i, A plague upon him, dog ! 

FAR. Howdoft, fool? 

APE. Doft dialogue with thy ftiadow? 

VAR . I fpeak not to thee. 

APE. No, 'tis to thyfelf. _ Come away. 

Is i. There's the fool hangs on your back already. 

APE. No, thouftand'ftfmgle, thouart not on him yet. 

CAP. Where's the fool now ? 

APE. He laft afk'd the queflion. Poor rogues, and 
usurer's men ; bawds between gold and want ! 

Ser. What are we, Apemantus? 

APE. Affes. 

Ser. Why ? 

APE. That you aflc me, what you are, and do not know 
yourfelves Speak to 'em, fool. 

Foo. How do you, gentlemen ? 

Ser. Gramercies, good fool : How does your miftrefs ? 

Foo. She's e'en fetting on water, to fcald fuch chick- 
ens as you are. 'Would we could fee you at Corinth ! 

APE, Good ! gramercy. 



Timon of Athens. 27 

Enter a Page. 

Foo. Look you, here comes my matter's page. 

Pag. Why, how now, captain ? what do you in this 
wise company ? How doft thou, Apemantus ? 

APE. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might 
anfwer thee profitably. 

Pag. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the fuperfcription 
of these ~j~ letters ; I know not which is which. 

APE. Can'ft not read ? 

Pag. No. 

APE. There will little learning dye then, that day 
thou art hang'd. This ~f~ is to lord T'imon', this ~|~ to 
Akibiades. Go ; thou wait born a bailard, and thou'lt 
dye a bawd. 

Pag. Thou waft whelp'd a dog; and thou Ihaltfamifh, 
a dog's death. Anfwer not, I am gone. [Exit Page. 

APE . Even fo thou out-run'ft grace. Fool, I will go 
with you to lord Timon's. 

Foo. Will you leave me there ? 

APE. If Timon ftay at home You three ferve three 



usurers ? 

&r. Ay; 'would they ferv'd us! 

APE. So would I; as good a trick as ever hangman 
ferv'd thief. 

Foo. Are you three usurers' men ? 

Ser. Ay, fool. 

Foo. I think, no usurer but has a fool to his fervant : 
My miftrefs is one, and I am her fool. When men come 
to borrow of your mafters, they approach fadly, and go 
away merry ; but they enter my matter's houfe merrily, 
and go away fadly : The reason of this ? 

VAR . I could render one. 



28 Timon of Athens. 

APE. Do it then, that we may account thee a whore- 
mafter, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou fhalt 
be no lefs efteemed. 

VAR. What is a whore-mafter, fool ? 

Foo. A fool in good cloaths, and fomething like thee. 
'Tis a fpirit : fometime, 't appears like a lord; fome- 
time, like a lawyer ; fometime, like a philofopher, with 
two ftones more than's artificial one : He is very often 
like a knight ; and, generally, in all ftiapes, that man goes 
up and down in, from fourfcore to thirteen, this fpirit 
walks in. 

VAR> Thou art not altogether a fool. 

Foo. Nor thou altogether a wise man : as m uch foolery 
as I have, fo much wit thou lack'fl. 

APE. That anfwer might have become Apemantus. 

Ser. Afide, afide ; here comes lord Timon. 
Re-enter TIMON, and Steward. 

APE. Come with me, fool, come. 

Foo. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and 
woman ; fometime, the philofopher. 

[ Exeunt Fool, and APEMANTUS. 

Ste. Pray you, walk near; I'll fpeak with you anon. 
[Exeunt Servants. 

TIM. You make me marvel : Wherefore, ere this time, 
Had you not fully lay'd my ftate before me ; 
That I might fo have rated my expence, 
As I had leave of means ? 

Ste. You would not hear me, 
At many leisures I propos'd. 

TIM. Go to : 

Perchance, fome fingle vantages you took, 
When my indifposition put you back ; 






Timon of Athens. 29 

And that unaptnefs made you minifler, 
Thus to excuse yourfelf. 

Ste. O my good lord, 
At many times I brought in my accounts, 
Lay'd them before you ; you would throw them off, 
And fay> you found them in mine honefty. 
When, for fome trifling present, you have bid me 
Return fo much, I have ihook my head, and wept; 
Yea, 'gainrt the authority of manners, pray'd you 
To hold your hand more clofe : I did endure 
Not feldom, nor no flight checks ; when I have 
Prompted you, in the ebb of your eftate, 
And your great flow of debts. My dear-lov'd lord, 
Though you hear now, yet now's too late a time ; 
The greateft of your having lacks a half 
To pay your present debts. 

TIM. 'Let all my land be fold. 

Ste. 'Tis all engag'd, fome forfeited and gone ; 
And what remains will hardly Hop the mouth 
Of present dues : the future comes apace : 
What (hall defend the interim ? and at length 
How goes our reck'ning ? 

TIM. To Lacedamon did my land extend. 

Ste . O my good lord, the world is but a word ; 
Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, 
How quickly were it gone ? 

TIM. You tell me true. 

Ste. If you fufpefl my husbandry, or falfhood, 
Call me before the exafteft auditors, 
And fet me on the proof. So the gods blefs me, 
When all our offices have been oppreft 
With riotous feeders ; when our vaults have \vept 

1 + (top late) yet rowes 



30 Timon of Athens. 

With drunken fpilth of wine ; when every room 
Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minftrelfy ; 
I have retir'd me to a wailful cock, 
And fet mine eyes at flow. 

TIM. Pr'ythee, no more. 

Ste. Heavens, have I faid, the bounty of this lord ! 
How many prodigal bits have flaves, and peasants, 
This night englutted ! Who note is not Fimcn's ? 
What heart, head, fword, force, means, butis lord'Timoii&l 
Great Timon '0, noble, worthy, royal T'jrxon's ? 
Ah, when the means are gone, that buy this praise, 
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : 
Feaft-won, faft-lofl ; one cloud of winter mowers, 
These flies are coucht. 

TIM . Come, fermon me no further : 
No villanous bounty yet hath paft my heart ; 
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. 
Why doft thou weep ? Canft thou the confcience lack, 
To think I (hall lack friends ? Secure thy heart ; 
If I would broach the veflels of my love, 
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, 
Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, 
As I can bid thee fpeak. 

Ste. Affurance blefs your thoughts ! 

TIM. And, in fome fort, these wants of mine are 

crown'd, 

That I account them bleflings ; for by these 
Shall I try friends : You (hall perceive, how you 
Miftake my fortunes ; J am wealthy in my friends.. 
Within there, f>0 ! Flaminius ! Servi/ius ! 

Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants. 

Ser. My lord, my lord, 



Timon </" Athens. 31 

TIM. I will difpatch you feverally. You, to lord 

Lucius, 

To lord Lacullus, you ; I hunted with his 

Honour to-day, _ you, to Sempronius, 

Commend me to their loves ; and, I am proud, fay, 
That my occasions have found time to use them 
Toward a fupply of money : let the requeft 
Be fifty talents. 

FLA. As you have faid, my lord. 

Ste. " Lord Lucius, and Lucullus ? hum ! " 

Ti:,i. Go you, fir, to the fenators, 
(Of whom, even to theftate's beft health, I have 
Deserv'd this hearing;) bid 'em fend o'the inftant 
A thousand talents to me. 

Ste. I have been bold, 
(For that I knew it the moft general way) 
To them to use your fignet, and your name ; 
But they do make their heads, and I am here 
No richer in return. 

TIM . Is't true ? can't be ? 

Ste. They anfwer, in a joint and corporate voice, 
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot 
Do what they would ; are forry you are honourable, 
But yet they could have wifh'd they know not, 6ut 
Something hath been amifs a noble nature 
May catch a wrench would all were well 'tis pity~~" 
And fq, intending other ferious matters, 
After diftafteful looks, and these hard fractions, 
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving node, 
They froze me into filence. 

TIM. You gods reward them ! _ 
J. pr'ythee, man, look cheerly : These old fellows 



32 Timon of Athens. 

Have their ingratitude in them hereditary : 
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it feldom flows ; 
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; 
And nature, as it grows again toward earth, 

Is faftiion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy 

Go to Ventidtui, Pr'ythee, be not fad, 
Thou art true, and honeft; ingenuoufly I fpeak, 
No blame belongs to thee : _ Ventidius lately 
Bury'd his father ; by whose death, he is ftept 
Into a great eftate : when he was poor, 
Imprison'd, and in fcarcity of friends, 
I clear'd him with five talents : Greet him from me ; 
Bid him fuppose, fome good neceflity 
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd 
With those five talents : _ that had, give 't these fellows, 
To whom 'tis inftant due. Ne'er fpeak, or think, 
That 7'imon's fortunes 'mong his friends can fink. 
Ste. I would, I could not think it; That thought is 

bounty's foe ; 
Being free itfelf, it thinks all others fo. [Exeunt. 

ACT: m. 

SCENE I. The fame. ARoom in LucullusV Houfe. 
FLAMINIUS 'waiting ; Enter a Servant to bim t 

Ser. I have told my lord of you, he's coming down 
to you. 

FLA. I thank you, fir. 

Enter LUCULLUS. 
Ser. Here's my lord. 
Lvc. " One of lord Ti/noa's men ? a gift, I warrant." 



Timon of Athens. 33 

"Why, this hits right ; I dreamt of a filvcr bafon and" 

*'ewre to-night." Flaminius, honeit Flaminius; you are 

very refpeclively welcome, fir Fill me fome wine 
[Exit Servant.] And how does that honourable, compleat, 
free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good 
lord and mafter ? 

FLA, His health is well, fir. 

Luc. I am right glad, that his health is well, fir : 
And what haft thou there under thy cloak, pretty F/a- 
tninius ? 

FLA. Faith, nothing but an empty box, fir; which, 
in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to 
fupply : who, having great and inftant occasion to use 
fifty talents, hath fent to your lordlhip to furnim him; 
nothing doubting your present affiflance therein. 

Luc. La, la, la, la, nothing doubting, fays he? 
Alas, good lord ! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would 
not keep fo good a houfe. Many a time and often I 
ha' din'd with him, and told him on't ; and come again 
to fupper to him, of purpose to have him fpend lefs : 
and yet he would embrace no counfel, take no warn- 
ing by my coming. Every man has his fault, and ho- 
nefty is his ; I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get 
him from't. 

Re-enter Servant, ijjitb Wine. 

Ser. Please your lordfhip, here is the wine. 

Luc . Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's 
to thee. [drinking, and giving Wine to him, 

FLA. Your lordfhip fpeaks your pleasure. 

Luc. I have observ'd thee always for a towardly 
prompt fpirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows 
what belongs to reason ; and canil use the time well, if 



34 Timon of Athens. 

the time use thee well : good parts in thee. _ Get you 
gone, lirrah. _ [ Exit Servant.] Draw nearer, honeft Fla- 
minius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman : but thou art 
wise ; and thou know'ft well enough, although thou 
com'ft to me, that this is no time to lend money ; ef- 
pecially upon bare friendfhip, without fecurity. Here's 
three *f folidares for thee ; good boy, wink at me, and 
fay, thou faw'ft me not. Fare thee well. 

FLA. Is't poflible, the world mould fo much differ; 
And we alive, that liv'd ? Fly, damned bafenefs, 

\_thro--wing back the Money. 
To him that wormips thee. 

Luc. Ha ! Now I fee, thou art a fool, and fit for thy 

mailer. [Exit L u c u t L u s . 

FLA. May these add to the number that may fcald 

thee! 

Let molten coin be thy damnation, 
Thou disease of a friend, and not himfelf ! 
Has friendftiip fuch a faint and milky heart, 
It turns in lefs than two nights ? O you gods, 
I feel my matter's paflion ! This flave 
Unto this hour has my lord's meat in him: 
Why mould it thrive, and turn to nutriment, 
When he is turn'd to poison ? 

O, may diseases only work upon't ! [ture, 

And, when he's fick to death, let not that part of na- 
Which my lord pay'd for, be of any power 
To e*pel ficknefs, but prolong his hour ! [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. A pMick Place. 

Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. 
Luc. Who, the lord Timon? he is my very good friend, 

unto his Honor 



Timon of Athens. 35 

and an honourable gentleman. 

1 . S. We know him for no lefs, though we are but 
ftrangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, 
and which I hear from common rumours, now lord Ti- 
mer? s happy hours are done and pail, and his eftate fhrinks 
from him. 

Luc. Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for 
money. 

2. S. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long 
ago, one of his men was with the lord Lucullus, to bor- 
row fifty talents ; nay, urg'd extreamly for't, and ftiew'd 
what neceffity belong'd to't, and yet was deny'd. 

Luc. How ? 

2. S. I tell you, deny'd, my lord. 

Luc. What a ftrange cafe was that ? now, before the 
gods, Jam afham'd on't. Deny'd that honourable man ? 
there was very little honour fhew'd in't. For my own 
part, I muft needs confefs, I have receiv'd fome fmall 
kindneffes from him, as money, plate, jewels, and fuch 
like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mif- 
took him, and fent to me, I mould ne'er have deny'd his 
occasion fo many talents. 

Enter SERVILIUS. 

SE x . See, by good hap, yonder's my lord ; I have fweat 
to fee his honour My honour'd lord, 

Luc. Servilitis! you are kindly met, fir. Fare thee 
weii ; Commend me to thy honourable, virtuous lord, 
my very exquisite friend. 

SER. May it please your honour, my lord hath fent 

Luc. Ha ! what has he fent? T am fo much endear'd 
to that lord ; he's ever fending; How mall I thank him, 
tfeink'ft thou : And what has he fent now ? 

10 borrow fo many Talents 



36 Timon of Athens. 

SEK. H'as only fent his present occasion now, my 
lord ; requefting your lordfhip to fupply his inftant ufe 
with fifty talents. 

Luc. I know, his lordfhip is but merry with me ; 
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents. 

SE R. But in the mean time he wants lefs, my lord. 
If his occasion were not virtuous, 
I fhould not urge it half fo faithfully. 

Luc. Doft thou fpeak ferioufly, Scrviliut ? 

SER. Upon my foul, 'tis true, fir. 

Luc. What a wicked beaft was I, to diffurnifh myfelf 
againft fuch a good time, when I might have fhewn my- 
felf honourable ? how unluckily it happen'd, that I mould 
purchafe the day before for a little dirt, and undo a great 
deal of honour? Seritilius, now, before the gods, lam 
not able to do't; the more beaft, I fay : I was lending to 
use lord Timon myfelf, these gentlemen can witnefs ; but 
I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done'tnow. 
Commend me bountifully to his good lordfhip ; and, I 
hope, his honour will conceive the faireft of me, because 
J have no power to be kind: And tell him this from me; 
I count it one of my greateft afflictions, fay, that T can- 
not pleasure fuch an honourable gentleman. Good Ser- 
vilius, will you befriend me fo far, as to use mine own 
words to him ? 

SER. Yes, fir, I fhall. 

Luc. I'll look you out a good turn, Ser--vilius 

[Exit SER vi LI us. 

True, as you faid, Timcn is fhrunk, indeed ; 
And he, that's once deny'd, will hardly fpeed. 

[Exit Lucius. 
I . S. Do you observe this, Ho/filius ? 

* with fo many Talents * + little part, and 



Timon ^Athens. 37 

2. S. Ay, too welL 

i. S. Why this is the world's foul ; And juft of the 

fame piece 

Is every flatterer's fpirit. Who can call him 
His friend, that dips in the fame difh ? for, in 
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father, 
And kept his credit with his purfe ; 
Supported his eftate ; nay, Timon' s money 
Has paid his men their wages : He ne'er drinks, 
But Timon s filver treads upon his lip ; 
And yet, (o, fee the monftroufnefs of man, 
When he looks out in an ungrateful fhape ! ) 
He does deny him, in refpeft of his, 
What charitable men afford to beggars. 

3. S. Religion groans at it. 
I . S. For mine own part, 

I never tafted Timon in my life, 

Nor e'fr came any of his bounties over me, 

To mark me for his friend ; yet, I proteft, 

For his right-noble mind, illuftrious virtue, 

And honourable carriage, 

Had his neceiTuy made ufe of me, 

I would have pat my wealth into donation, 

And the beit half fnould have return'd to him, 

So much I love his heart : But, I perceive, 

Men muft learn now with pity to difpenfe ; 

For policy fits above confcience. {Exeunt. 

S C E N E III. The fame. A Room in Sempronius' Houfe. 

Enter SEMPRONIUS, and Servant of Timon' s. 
SEM. Muft he needs trouble me in't, 'bove all others ? 
He might have try'd lord Lucius, or Lucullus ; 

* fport 



38 Timon of Athens. 

And now Ventidius is wealthy too, 

Whom he redeem'd from prison : All these tljree 

Owe their eftates unto him. 

Ser. 2) my lord, 

They have all been touch'd, and found bafe metal ; for 
They have all deny'd him ? 

SEM. How ! have they deny'd him ? 
Has HucilW, atrtl Ventidius, and LucuIIus, 
Deny'd him, fag gour' and does he fend to me ? 
Three ? hum ! 

It (hews but little love, or judgment, in him. 
Muft I be his laft refuge tbcn f His friends, 
Like thriv'd physicians, give him over; Muft 
I take the cure upon me ? 

H'as much difgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him, 
That might have known my place : I fee no fenfe for't, 
But his occasions might have woo'd me firft; 
For, in my confcience, I was the firft man, 
That e'er receiv'd gift from him : 
And does he think fo backwardly of me now, 
That I'll requite it laft ? No : fo it may prove 
An argument of laughter to the reft, 
And among'ft lords I (ball be thought a fool. 
J had rather than the worth of thrice the fum, 
H' ad fent to me firft, but for my mind's fake ; 
I had fuch a courage to have done him good. 
But now return, 

And with their faint reply this anfwerjoin; 
Who bates mine honour, (hall not know my coin. 

[Exit SEMPRONIUS. 
Ser. Excellent ! Your lordfhip's 
A goodly villain. The devil knew not what 

'3 (like Phyfitians) Thrive, * to do him 



Timon of Athens. 39 

He did, when he made man fo politick ; 

He crofPd himfelf by't : and I cannot think, 

But, in the end, the villanies of man 

Will fet him clear. How fairly this lord ftrives 

To appear foul ? takes virtuous copies to 

Be wicked 6g ; like those, that, under hot 

8nU ardent zeal, would fet whole realms on fire : 

Of fuch a nature is his politick love. 

This was my lord's beft hope ; now all are fled, 

Save the gods only : Now his friends are dead, 

Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards 

Many a bounteous year, muft: be employ'd 

Now to guard fure their mafter. 

And this is all a liberal courfe allows ; 

Who cannot keep his wealth, muft keep his honfe. [Exif. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Hall in Timon'/ Houfe. 

Enter two Servants of Varro'/, meeting TITUS, Lucius, 

HORTENSIUS, and Others, Servants to Timon'/ 

Creditors, waiting bis coming out, 
I. V. Well met; good morrow, Titus, and Hortenfius. 
Tit. The like to you, kind Varro. 
HOR. Lucius, 

What, do we meet together ? 
| Luc. Ay, and, I think, 
iOne businefs does command us all ; for mine 
'Is money. 

TIT. Sois~f theirs, and ours. 

Enter PKILOTUS. 
Luc. And fir 
'bilotus too ! 
Pai. Good day at once. 

10 onely the Gods 



4<3 Timon cf Athens. 

Luc. Welcome, good brother. 
What do you think the hour? 

PHI. Labouring for nine. 

Luc. So much : 

PHI. Is not my lord feen yet ? 

Luc. Not yet. 

PHI. I wonder on't ; he was won't to fliine at feven. 

Luc. Ay, but the days are waxt fhorter with him : 
You muft confider, that a prodigal's courfe 
Is like the fun's ; but not, like his, recoverable. 
I fear, 

'Tis deepeft winter in lord Timon's purfe ; 
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet 
Find little. 

PHI. I am of your fear for that. 

TIT. I'll mew you how to observe a ftrange event. 
Your lord fends now for money : 

HOR. Moft true, he does. 

'Tif. And he wears jewels now of Tz man's gift, 
For which I wait for money. 

HR. It is againft my heart. 

Luc. Mark pou, how ftrange it mows, 
Fimcn in this mould pay more than he owes : 
And e'en as if your lord mould wear rich jewels, 
And fend for money for 'em. 

HOR. I am weary of this charge, the gods can witnefs: 
I know, my lord hath fpent of Timen's wealth, 
And now ingratitude makes it worfe than ftealth. 

i. V. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: What's yours? 

Luc. Five thousand mine. 

i . V. 'Tis much deep : and it mould feem by the fum, 
Your matter's confidence was above mine ; 



Timon of Athens. 41 

Elfe, furely, his had equal'd. 

Enter FLAMINIUS. 

Tit. One of lord Timon 's men. 

Luc. F/aminius ? _Sir, a word; Pray, is my lord 
Ready to come forth ? 

FLA. No, indeed, he is not. 

Tit. We attend his lordmip ; pray, fignify fo much. 

FLA. I need not tell him that ; he knows, you are too 
Enter Steward in a Cloke, muffled, [diligent. 

Luc. Ha! is not that his fteward maffl'd fo ? 
He goes away in a cloud : call him, call him. 

Ti r . Do you hear, fir ? {Exit FLAMINIUS. 

2. V. By your leave, fir, 

Ste. What do you afk of me, my friend ? 

7'iT. We wait for certain money here, fir. 

Ste. Ay, 

If money were as certain as your waiting, 
'Twere fare enough. Why then prefer'd you not 
Your fums, and bills, when your falfe makers eat 
Of my lord's meat? Then they would fmile, and fawn 
Upon his debts, and take down th' intereft 
Ir to their gluttonous maws. You do yourfelves but wrong. 
To ftir me up ; let me pafs quietly : 
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end ; 
I have no more to reckon, he to fpend. 

Luc. Ay, but this anfwer will not ferve. 

Ste. If 'twill not ferve, 'tis not fo bafe as you ; 
Fcr you ferve knaves. [Etcit Steward. 

1 . / 7 . How'g tf?st : iofjat Ca0 Ije r what does 
His cafiiier'd worfhip mutter ? 

2. V. No matter what; he's poor, 

And that's revenge enough. Who can fpeak broader. 

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42 Timori of Athens. 

Than he that has no houfe to put his head in ? 
Such may fyatit leatoe to rail againit great buildings. 
Enter SERVILIUS. 

TiT. O, here's Seri>i/tuj ; now \ve fhall know 
Some anfwer. 

SZR. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, 
2But to repair fdme other hour, I fhould 
Derive much from't : for, take it o'my foul, 
My lord leans wondroufly to difcontent : 
His comfortable temper has forfook him ; 
Heis much out of health, and keeps his chamber. 

Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick : 
And, if it be fo far beyond his health, 
Methinks, he mould the fooner pay his debts, 
And make a clear way to the gods. 

SER. Good gods! 

TiT. We can't take this for anfwer, fir. 

FLA. \fMttkin.~\ Servi/ius, help! my lord, my lord, 
Enter TIMON, Flaminiusyi//c<u;/g-. 

7/Af . What, are my doors oppos'd againft my paflage ? 
Have I been ever free, and muft my houfe 
Be my retentive enemy, my jail ? 
The place, which I have feaited, does it now, 
Like all mankind, (hew me an iron heart r 

Luc. Put in now, Titus. 

TIT:. My lords here is my ~|~ bill. 

Luc. Here's "J~ mine. 

HoJt. And "|" mine, my lord. 

FAR*. And "f" ours, my lord.- 

PHI. All our ~f bills. 

TIM. Knock me down with 'em, 
Cleave me to the girdle. 






Timon ^Athens. 43 

Luc. Alas, my lord, 

TIM. Cut out 
My heart in fums. 

TiT. Mine, fifty talents. 

TIM. Tell our 
My blood. 

Luc. Five thousand crowns, my lord, 

TIM . Five thousand drops 
Pays that : . What yours ? _ and yours ? 

1. F. My lord-' 

2. V. My lord, [}' u ' 
TIM. E^ere tear me > ta ke me, and the gods fall upon 

[Exit TIMON. 

HOR. Faith, I perceive, our matters may throw their 
caps at their money ; these debts may well be call'd def-_ 
perate ones, fora madman owes 'em. 

{Exeunt Creditors' Servants. 
Re-enter TIMON, Stewardyc//cw/j-. 

TIM. They have e'en putmy breath from me,theflaves: 
Creditors ! devils. 

Ste. My dear lord, 

TIM. What if it mould be fo ? 

Ste. My lord, 

TIM. I'll have it fo : _My fteward ? 

Ste. Here, my lord. 

TIM . So fitly ? _ Go, bid all my friends again, 
Lucius, Luculliis, and Semprvnius, all ; 
I'll once more feair. the rafcals. 

Ste. O my lord, 

You only fpeak from your diftra&ed foul ; 
There is not fo much left, to furnifh out 
A moderate table. 



44- Tinuon of Athens. 

7/A/. Be it not in thy care ; go, 
I charge thee, invite them all : let in the tide 
Of knaves once more ; my cook and I'll provide. 

SCENE V. rbefame. The Senate-Houje. 
Senate fitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended. 

1. S. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's 
'Tis neceffary, he mould dye : [bloody ; 
Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy. 

2. S. Moft true; the law mail bruise 'em. 

ALC. Honour, health, and compaffion to the fenate ! 

i . S. Now, captain ? 

ALC. I am an humble fuitir to your virtues ; 
For pity is the virtue of the law, 
And none but tyrants use it cruelly. 
It pleases time, and fortune, to lye heavy 
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood, 
Hath ftept into the law, which is paft depth 
To those that, without heed, do plunge into't. 
He is a man, fetting his fault afide, 
Of comely virtues : 

Nor did he foil the faft with cowardife; 
(And honour in him, which buys out his fault) 
But, with a noble fury, and fair fpirit, 
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death, 



He did oppose his foe : 
And with fuch 



fuch fober and unnoted paflion 
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas fpent, 
As if he had but prov'd an argument. 

i . S. You undergo too Uriel a paradox, 
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: 
Your words have took fuch pains, as if they labour's! 



* his Fate * 8 behoove 



Timon of Athens. 45 

To bring man-flaughter into form, fet quarrelling 

Upon the head of valour ; which, indeed, 

Is valour miibegot, and came into the world 

When fefts and fa&ions were newly born : 

He's truly valiant, that can wisely fuffer 

The \vorll that man can breath ; and make his wrongs 

His outfides, wear them, like hisrayment, carelefly; 

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, 

To bring it into danger. 

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, 

What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill ? 

ALC, My lord, 

i.. S. You cannot make grofs fins look clear; 
To revenge is no valour, but to bear. 

ALC. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, 
If I fpeak like a captain. 
Why do fond men expose themfelves to battle, 
And not endure all threats ? nap, fleep upon't, 
And let the foes quietly cut their throats, 
Without repugnancy ? ffi>r, if there be 
Such valour in the bearing, what make we 
Abroad ? why then, Cure, women are more valiant, 
That ftay at home, if bearing carry it ; 
The afs, more than the lion ; and the fellow 
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge, 
If wisdom be in fuffering. O my lords, 
As you are great, be pitifully good : 
Who cannot condemn ramnefs in cold blood ? 
To kill, I grant, is fin's extreameft guft ; 
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis moft juft. 
To be in anger, is impiety : 
But who is man, that is not angry ? 

1 forme, and fee ~ Out-fides, | To weare ** v. Note. 

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46 Timon cf Athens. 

Weigh but the crime with this. 

2. S. You breath in vain. 

Aic, In vain ? his fervice done 
At Lacetftemon, and Byzantium, 
Were a fufficient briber for his life. 

1. S. What's that? 

Aic. Why, I fay, my lords, he has done fair fervice, 
And flain in fight many of our enemies : 
How full of valour did he bear himfelf 
In the laft conflict, and made plenteous wounds ? 

2. S. He has made too much plenty with 'em ; he 
Is a fworn rioter : he has a fin 

That often drowns him, takes his valour prisoner; 

9rrtJ, if there were no foes, that were enough 

To overcome him : in that beaftly fury 

He has been known to commit outrages, 

And cherifh factions : 'Tis infer'd to us, 

His days are foul, and his drink dangerous. 

I. S. He dies. 

ALC. Hard fate ! he might have dy'd in war. 
My lords, if not for any parts in him, 
(Though his right arm might purchafe his own time, 
And be in debt to-none) yet, more to more you, 
Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both : 
And, for I know your reverend ages love 
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all 
My honours to you, upon his good returns. 
If by this crime he owes the law his life, 
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore ; 
For law is drift, and war is nothing more. 

i . 5 We are for law, he dies ; urge it no more, 
On height of our difpleasure : Friend, or brother, 

'3 him, and takes 



Timon of Athens. 47 

He forfeits his own blood, that fpills another. 

ALC. Muft it be fo ? it muft not be. My lords, 
J do befeech you, know me. 

2. S. How? 
ALC. Call me 

To your remembrance. 

3. S. What? 

ALC. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; 
It could not elfe be, I mould prove fo bale, 
To fue, and be deny'd fuch common grace : 
My wounds ake at you. 

i . S. Do you dare our anger ? 
'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effect ; 
We banifli thee for ever. 

ALC. Banifh me? 
Banifh your dotage ; banifh usury, 
That makes the fenate ugly. 

i. S. If after two days' fhine Athens contain thee, 
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not tofwell your 
He (hall be executed presently. [fpirit, 

[Exeunt Senate. 

ALC. Now the gods keep you old ; that you may live 
Only in bone, that none may look on you ! 
I am worfe than mad : I have kept back their foes, 
While they have told their money, and let out 
Their coin upon large intereft ; I my felf 
Rich only in large hurts; All those, for this ? 
Is this the balfam, that the usuring fenate 
Pours into captains' wounds ? ha! baniftiment ? 
It comes not ill ; I hate not to be banifh'd, 
It is a cause worthy my fpleen and fury, 
That I may ftrike at Athens. I'll cheer up 

6 remembrances. ' 9 fvyeil our Spirit ; a old enough, ] That 

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48 Timon of Athens. 

My drfcontented troops, and lay for hearts. 
'Tis honour, with moil lands to be at odds : 
Soldiers fhould brook as little wrongs, as gods. [Exit. 

SCENE VI. The fame. State-RccmixTimon'sHou/e. 

Mustek. Tables cover' d. Domt 'flicks attending. 

Enter divert Senators, Lords, &c. 

1. L. The good time of day to you, fir. 

2. L. I alfo wifti it to you. I think, this honourable 
lord did but try us this other day. 

1. L. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we 
encounter' d : I hope, it is not fo low with him, as he 
made it feem in the trial of his feveral friends. 

2. L. It fhould not be, by the perfuasion of his new 
feafting. 

1 . L. I mould think fo : He hath fent me an earned 
inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to 
put off ; but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I 
muft needs appear. 

2. L. In like manner was I in debt to my importu- 
nate businefs, but he would not hear my excufe. I am 
forry, when he fent to borrow of me, that my provision 
was out. 

I.Z.I am fick of that grief too, as I underftand how 
all things go. 

2. Z. Every man here's fo. What would he have bor- 
row'd of you ? 

1. Z. A thousand pieces. 

2. Z. A thousand pieces ! 
i.I. What of you? 

?. Z. He fent to me, fir, Here he comes. 
Fhurijh. Enter TIMON, attended* 

* 6 hcarcs fo 



Timon of Athens. 49 

TIM. With all my heart, gentlemen both ; And how 
fare you? 

1. L. Ever at the beft, hearing well of your lordfhip. 

2. L. Thefwallow follows not fummer more willing, 
than we your lordfhip. 

TIM. "Nor more willingly leaves winter; fuch " 
"fummer birds are men. " Gentlemen, our dinner will 
not recompence this long flay : feaft your ears with the 
musick a while; if they will fare fo harfhly, &0 o'the 
trumpet's found : we mail to't presently. 

1. L. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lord- 
/hip, that I return'd you an empty meffenger. 

TIM. O, fir, let it not trouble you. 

z. L. My noble lord, 

TIM. Ah, my good friend ! what cheer ? 

[Banquet brought in. 

2. L. My moil honourable lord, lame'enfickoffhame, 
that, when your lordfhip this other day fent to me, I was 
fo unfortunate a beggar. 

TIM. Think not on't, fir. 
2. L. If you had fent but two hours before, 
TIM. Let it not cumber your better remembrance 
[ goes toiuard the Table. 
Ccme, bring in all together. 

2. L. All cover'd dimes ! 

i. L. Royal chear, I warrant you. 

3. L. Doubt not that, if money, and the feason can 
yield it. 

i. L. How do you ? What's the news ? 
3. L. Alcibiade! is banifh'd : Hear you of it? 
1.2. Aldbiades banifh'd ! 
3. L. 'Tis fo, be fure of it. 



50 Timcn of Athens. 

1. /.. How? how? 

2. L. T pray you, upon what ? 

TJM. My \vorthy friends, will you draw near ? 

3. L. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feaft 
toward. 

2. L. This is the old man ftill. 
5. L. Wilt hold? wilt hold? 

2. L. It does : but time will and fo. 

3. L. I do conceive. [they approach the Table. 
TIM. Each man to his ftool, with that fpur as he 

would to the lip of his miftrefs: your diet mall be in all 
places alike. Make not a city feaft of it, to let the meat 
cool, ere we can agree upon the firft place : fit, fit. The 
gods require our thanks. 

You great benefaftcrs, fprinkle our fociety with 
thnnkfulnefs. For your own gifts, make yourfelves 
prais'd: but reserve ftill to give, left your deities be 
delpised. Lend to each man enough, that one need 
r.otler.d to another: for, were your godheads to bor- 
row of men, men would forfake the gods. Let the 
meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. 
Let no aflembly of twenty be without a fcore of vil- 
lains : If there fit twelve women at a table, let a dozen 
of them be as they are. The reft of your fees, o gods, 

the fenators of Athens, together with the common 
lag of people, what is amifs in them, you gods, make 
fuitable for deftru&ion. For these my present friends, 

as they are to me nothing, foin nothing bids them % 
and to nothing are they welcome. 

Uncover, dogs, and lap. 

Somefpeak. What does his lordftip mean ? 
Some other. I know not. 

* c common legge of 



Timon of Athens. 51 

I'I.M. May you a better feaft never behold, 

\Dif3ts difcowcr' d, fill* d only <witb ivann Water. 
You knotof mouth-friends ! fmoke, and luke-warm water, 
Is your perfection. This is Timon's laft ; 
Who, ftuck and fpangl'd with your flatteries, 
Wafhes it off, and fprinkles in your faces 
Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long, 
Moft fmiling, fmooth, detefted parafites, 
Courteous deftroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, 
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, 
Cap and knee flaves, vapours, and minute -jacks ! 
Of man, and beaft, the infinite malady 
Cruft you quite o'er ! -What, doft thou go ? 
Soft, take thy physick firft, _thou too, _ and thou ; _ 
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none 

[throws the Dijhes at them, and a'ri-ves them out. 
What, all in motion ? Henceforth be no feaft, 
Whereat a villain's not a welcome gueft. 
Burn, houfe ; fink, Athens! henceforth hated be 
Of Timen, man, and all humanity. [Exit TIMON. 

Re-enter Lords, &c. 

1. L. How now, my lords? 

2. L. Know you the quality of lord Timon 's fury ? 

3. L. Pi ill \ did you fee my cap ? 

4. L, I have loft my gown. 

1 . L. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humours 
fways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and 

now he has beat it out of my hat : Did you fee my 

jewel ? 

3. L. Did you fee my cap ? 

2. L. Here "f 'tis. 

4. L. Here lies my ~f gown. 

Syouvith *4- Pufli, so 2i Did 3 -3. Here 



i Timon o/"Athns. 

1. L. Let's make no ftay. 

2. L. Lord Timon 's mad. 

3. /,. I feel't upon my bones. 

4. L. One day he gives us diamonds, next day ftones. 



ACT IV. 

SCENE I. The fame. Fields without the Wall. 
Enter TIMON, meanly habited. 

TIM. Let me look back upon thee, o thou wall, 
That girdl'ft in those wolves ; Dive in the earth, 
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent; 
Obedience fail in children ! flaves, and fools, 
Pluck the grave wrinkl'd fenatefrom the bench. 
And miniirer in their fteads ! to general filths 
Convert o'the inftant, green virginity, 
Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold faft ; 
Rather than render back, out with your knives, 
And cut your trufters' throats ! bound fervants, fteal ; 
Large-handed robbers your grave matters are, 
And pill by law ! maid, to thy matter's bed, 
Thy miftrefs is o'the brothel! fon of fixteen, 
Pluck the Hn'd crutch from thy old limping fire, 
With it beat out his brains ! piety, and fear, 
Religion to the gods, peace, juftice, truth, 
Domeftick awe, night-reft, and neighbourhood, 
Inftruftion, manners, myfteries, and trades, 
Degrees, observances, cuftoms, and laws, 
Decline to your confounding contraries, 
And let confusion live ! Plagues, incident to men^ 
Your potent and infectious fevers heap 

1 2 girdles * l And yet Con- 



Timon ^Athens. 53 

On Athens^ ripe for ftroke ! thou cold fciatica, 

Cripple our fenators, that their limbs may halt 

As lamely as their manners ! luft and liberty 

Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth ; 

That 'gainft the ftream of virtue they may ftrive, 

And drown themfelves in riot ! itches, blains, 

Sow all the Athenian bosoms ; and their crop 

Be general leprofy ! breath infeft breath ; 

That their fociety, as their friendfhip, may 

Be meerly poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee 

But nakednefs, thou deteftable town : 

Take thou that too, with multiplying bans ! 

Timon will to the woods ; where he fhall find 

The unkindeft beaft more kinder than mankind. 

The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all) 

The Athenians both within and out that wall ! 

And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow 

To the whole race of mankind, high, and low! 

Amen. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. Room in Timon's Houfe. 

Enter Steward, and certain Servants. [ter? 

l. S. Hear you, gocU mafter fteward ; where's our maf- 
Are we undone? call off: nothing remaining ? 

Ste. Alack, my fellows, what (uould I fay to you ? 
Let be recorded by the righteous gods, 
I am as poor as you. 

i. S.- Such a houfe broke ! 
So noble a matter fall'n ! All gone ; and not 
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm, 
And go along with him ! 

z. S. As we do turn our backs 

26 Let me te 



54 Timon of Athens. 

From our companion, thrown into his gr-ve; 
So his familiars from his bury'd fortunes 
Slink all away ; leave their falfe vows with him, 
Like empty purfes pick'd : and his poor felf, 
A dedicated beggar to the air, 
With his disease of all-fhun'd poverty, 
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our follows* 
Enter other Servants. 

Ste. All broken implements of a ruin'd houfe. 

3. S. Yet do our hearts wear Timon 's livery, 
That fee I by our faces ; we are fellows ftill, 
Serving alike in forrow : Leak'd is our bark ; 
And we, poor mates, ftand on the dying deck, 
Hearing the furges threat : we mull all part 
Into thisfea of air. 

Ste. Good fellows all, 

Thelateft of my wealth I'll (hare among'ft you. 
Wherever we (hall meet, for Timon' s fake, 
Let's yet be fellows ; let's (hake our heads, and fay, 
As 'twere a knell unto our matter's fortunes, 
We bavefeen better days. Let each take fome ; 

[giving them Money. 

Nay,,put out all your hands. Not one word more : 
Thus part we rich in forrow, parting poor. 

[embrace, and Exeunt Servants. 
O, the fierce wretchednefs that glory brings us ! 
Who would not wi(h to be from wealth exempt, 
Since riches point to misery, and contempt ? 
Who'd be fo mock'd with glory ? or to live 
But in a dream of friendfhip ? 
To have his pomp, and all what flate compounds, 
But only painted, like his varnifh'd friends? 

* Familiars to his 



Timon cf Athens. 55 

Poor honeft lord, brought low by his own heart; 

Undone by goodnefs ! Strange, unusual blood, 

When man ; s worfl fin is, he does too much good ! 

Who then dares to be half Co kind again ? 

For- bounty, that makes gods, does ftill mar men. 

My deareft lord, bleft, to be moft accurft; 

Rich, only to be wretched ; thy great fortunes 

Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! 

He's flung in rage from this ingrateful feat 

Of monftrous friends : nor has he with him to 

Supply his life, or that which can command it. 

I'll follow, and inquire him out : 

I'll ever ferve his mind with my beft will ; 

Whilft I have gold, I'll be his'fteward ftill. [Exit. 

SCENE IU. Woods--, a Cave in View. 

Enter TIM ON-, ivitb a Spade. 
TIM. O bleffed breeding fun, draw from the earth 
Rotten humidity ; below thy fitter's orb 
Infel the air ! Twin'd brothers of one womb, ~~ 
Whose procreation, residence, and birth, 
Scarce is dividant, touch them with feveral fortunes, 
The greater fcorns the lefTer : Not ins nature, 
To whom all fores lay fiege, can bear great fortune, 
But by contempt of nature. 
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord ; 
The fenator fhall bear contempt hereditary. 
The beggar native honour : 
It is the pafture lards the weather's fides, 
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, 
In purity of manhood {land upright, 
And fay, This man's a fatterer? if one be, 

Jdoeflill * 6 deny 't that ^ Senators * the Brothers 



j6 Timon of Athens. 

So are they all; for every grize of fortune 
Is fmooth'd by that below : the learned pate 
Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; 
There's nothing level in our curfed natures, 
But direct villany. Therefore, be abhor'd 
All feafls, focieties, and throngs of men ! 
His femblable, yea, himfelf, Timon difdains : 
Deftru&ion phang mankind !_ Earth, yield me roots : 

[digging. 

Who feeks for better of thee, fauce his palate 
With thy moft operant poison ! What is here ? 
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, 
I am no idle votarift; Roots, you clear heavens! 
Thus "{"much of this will make black, white; foul, fair; 
Wrong, right ; bafe, noble ; old, young ; coward, valiant, 
Ha, you gods ! why this ? why this, you gods ? Why, this 
Will lug your priefts and fervants from your fides ; 
Pluck flout men's pillows from below their heads : 
This yellow flave 

Will knit and break religions, blefs the accurft ; 
Make the hoar leprofy ador'd ; place thieves, 
And give them title, knee, and approbation, 
With fenators on the bench : this t^ifl is it, 
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; 
She, whom the fpital-houfe and ulcerous fores 
Would caft the gorge at, this embalms and fpices 
To the ^n'7-day again. Come, damned earth, 
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'ft odds 
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee 
Do thy right nature. {Drum.'} Ha! adrum?Thou'rtquick, 
But yet I'll bury 'f thee : Thou'lt go, ftrong thief. 
When gouty keepers of thee cannot ftand : 

16 what this, you * 8 puttei 



Timon of Athens. 57 

Nay, flay thou ~J~ out for earneft. 

Enter ALCIBIADES, with PHRYNIA /zWTvMANDRA ; 
Soldiers, at a Dijlance, marching. 

ALC. What art thou there ? fpeak. 

TIM. A beaft, as thou art : The cankergnaw thy heart, 
For ihewing me again the eyes of man ! 

ALC. What is thy name ? Is man fo hateful to thee, 
That art thyfelf a man ? 

TIM. I am mifantbropos, and hate mankind. 
For thy part, I do vvifn thou wert a dog, 
That I might love thee fomething. 

ALC. I know thee well ; 
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and flrange. 

TIM. 1 know thee too; and more, than that I know thee, 
I net desire to know. Follow thy drum; 
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, total gules: 
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ; 
Then what fhouldwar be? This fell ~f~ whore of thine 
Hath in her more deitru&ion than thy fword, 
For all her cherubin look. 

PHR. Thy lips rot off ! 

TIM. I will not kifs thee ; then the rot returns 
To thine own lips again. 

ALC. How came the noble Timon to this change ? 

TIM. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : 
But then renew I could not, like the moon ; 
There were no funs to borrow of. 

ALC. Noble Timsn, 
What friendftiip may I do thee ; 

TIM. None but tpis, 
To maintain my opinion. 

ALC. What is it, Timon ? 

VOL. VIII. S 






5'8 Timor of Athens. 

TIM. Promise mefriendmip, but perform none : If 
Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for 
Thou art a man ! if thou doft promise, &rit) 
Perform, confound thee, for thou art a man ! 

Ate. I have heard in fome fort of thy miseries. 

TIM . Thou faw'ft them when I had profperity. 

ALC. I fee them now ; then was a bleffed time. 

TIM. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. 

TTM. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world 
Voic'd fo regardfully ? 

TIM. Art thou Tymandra ? 

Tru. Yes. 

TIM. Be a whore ftill! they love thee not, that use thee; 
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their luft. 
Make ufe of thy fait hours : feason the ilaves 
For tubs, and baths ; bring down tije rose-cheek'd youth 
To the tub-faft, and the diet. 

TTM. Hang thee, monfter ! 

ALC. Pardon him, fweet Tymandra ; for his wits 
Are drown'd and loft in his calamities 
J have but little gold of late, brave Timon, 
The want whereof doth daily make revolt 
In my penurious band : I have heard, and griev'd, 
How curfed Athens, mindlefs of thy worth, 
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour ftates, 
But for thy fword and fortune, trod upon them, 

TIM . I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. 

ALC. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. 

TIM. How doft thou pity him whom thou doft trouble ? 
I had rather be alone. 

ALC. Why, fare thee well : 
Here is fome "{"gold for thee. 

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Timon of Athens. 59 

TIM . Keep it, I cannot eat it. 

ALC. When I have lay'd proud Athens on a heap, 

TIM. War'ft thou 'gainft Athens ? 

ALC. Ay, Timon, and have cause. 

TIM. The gods confound them in thy conqueft; and 
Thee after, when thou haitconquer'd! 

ALC. Why me, Timon? 

TIM. That, by killing of villains, thou waft bora 
To conquer thy own countrey. 
Put up thy gold : Go on, here's ~f" gold, go on ; 
Ee as a planetary plague, when Jove 
Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poison 
In the fick air : Let not thy fword (kip one : 
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard, 
He is an usurer : Strike me the counterfeit matron 
It is her habit only that is honeft, 
Herfelf 's a bawd : Let not the virgin's cheek 
Make foft thy trenchant fword ; for those milk-paps, 
That through the window -lawn bore at men's eyes, 
Are not within the leaf of pity writ, 
Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, 
Whose dimpl'd fmiles from fools exhaull their mercy ; 
Think it a baftard, whom the oracle 
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat (hall cut, 
And mince it fans remorfe : Swear againft objedls, 
Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ; 
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, 
Nor fight of priefts in holy veftments bleeding, 
Shall pierce a jot. There's ^ gold to pay thy foldiers : 
Make large confusion ; and, thy fury fpent, 
Confounded be thyfelf ! Speak not, be gone. [me, 

ALC. Haft thou gold yet ? I'll take the gold chou.giv'ft 

5 them all in 5> conquer my Country 
10 \\iniowBarne *'Butfst 2 + the throat 

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6o Timon of Athens. 

Not all thy counfel. [thee ! 

TIM . Doft thou, or doft thou hot, heaven's curfe upon 

Worn. Give us fome gold, good 77w5; Hafl thou more? 

TIM. Enough to make a whore forfwear her trade, 
And to make whore a bawd. Hold up, you fluts, 
Your aprons mountant : You are not oathable, 
Although, 1 know, you'll fwear, terribly fwear, 
Into ftrong fhudders, and to heavenly agues, 
The immortal gods that hear you, fpare your oaths, 
I'll truft to your conditions : Be whores ftill ; 
And he whose pious breath feeks to convert you, 
Be ftrong in whore, allure him, burn him up ; 
Let your clofe fire predominate his fmoke, 
And be no turn-coats : Yet may your pains, fix months, 
Be quite contrary : thatch your poor thin roofs 
With burthens of the dead; fome that were hang'd, 
No matter ; wear them, betray with them : whore ftiil ; 
Paint 'till a horfe may mire upon your face, 
A pox of wrinkles ! 

Worn. Well, more gold; What then? 
Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold. 

TIM. Confumptions fow 

In hollow bones of man ; ftrike their fharp fhrns, 
And mar men's fparring. Crack the lawyer's voice, 
That he may never more falfe title plead, 
Nor found his quillets fhrilly : hoar the flamen, 
That fcolds againft the quality of flefh, 
And not believes himfelf : down with the nose, 
Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite away 
Of him, that his particular not forefees, 
Smels for the general weal : makecurl'd-paterufKans bald; 
And let the unfcar'd braggarts of the war 

S Whores ' * contrary, And Thatch ** fpurring 
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Titnon of Athens. 61 

Derive fome pain from you : Plague all ; 

That your activity may defeat and quell 

The fource of all eredtion. There's more =j= gold : 

Do you damn others, and let this damn you, 

And ditches grave you all ! [man. 

Worn. More counfel, with more money, bounteous 7V- 

TIM. More whore, more mifchief firft ; I have given 
you earnefl. [Ti/non ; 

ALC. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewel, 
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. 

TIM. If I hope well, I'll never fee thee more. 

ALC. I never did thee harm. 

TIM. Yes, thou fpok'ft well of me. 

ALC. Call'ft thou that harm? 

TIM. Men daily find it. C^nce ; 
Get thee away, and take thy beagles with thee. 

ALC. We but ofFend him. Strike. [March, 

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, &c. PHR. and T 'Y M . 

TIM. That nature, being fick of man's unkindnefs, 

Should yet be hungry : Common mother, thou 

Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breaft, 

Teems, and feeds all ; o tftou, whose felf-fame mettle, 

Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft, 

Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, 

The gilded newt, and eyelefs venom'd worm, 

With all the abhorred births below crifp heaven 

Whereon Hyperion's quick'ning fire doth (hine; 

Yield him, who all thy human fons doth hate, 

From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! [digs. 

Enfear thy fertile and conceptious womb, 

Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! 

.Go great with tygers, dragons, wolves, and bears ; 



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6 2 Timon of Athens. 

Teem with new monfters, whom thy upward face 
Hath to the marble manfion all above 

Never presented ! O, a~"|~ root, Dear thanks ! 

Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas ; 
Whereof ingrateful man, with licoriiri draughts, 
And morfels un&ious, greases his pure mind, 
That from it all confideration flips !_ 
Enter APEMANTUS. 
More man ? Plague, plague ! 

4PE, I was direfted hither : Men report, 
Thou doft affeft my manners, and doft use them. 

TIM. 'Tis then, because thou doft not keep a dog 
Whom I would imitate: Confumption catch thee ! 

4PE. This is in thee a nature but affefted ; 
A poor unmanly melancholy, fprung 
From change of fortune. Why this fpade ? this place? 
This flave-like habit ? and these looks of care ? 
Thy flatterers yet wearfilk, drink wi;.e, lyefoft; 
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot 
That ever Timon was. Shame not these weeds, 
By putting on the cunning of a carper. 
Be thou a flatterer now, and feek to thrive 
By that which has undone thee: hindge thy knee, 
And let his very breath, whom thou'lt obferve, 
Blow off thy cap ; praise his moil vicious ftrain, 
And call it excellent : Thou waft told thus ; 
Thou gav'ft thine ears, like tapfters, that bid welcome, 
To knaves, and all approaches : 'Tis moft juft, 
That thou turn rafcal; had'ft thou wealth again, 
Rafcals fhould hav't. Do not affume my likenefs, 

TIM. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myfelf. 

JPE. Thou haft caft away thyfelf, being like thyfelfj 

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Ticion cf Athens. 63 

A madman fo long, now a fool : What, think'ft 

That the bleak air, thy boift'rous chamberlain, 

Will put thy fhirt on warm ? will these moift trees, 

That have .outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, 

And fkip when thou point'ft out ? will the cold brook, 

Candy'd with ice, caudle thy morning tafte, 

To cure thy o'er-night's furfeit? Call the creatures, T 

Whose naked natures live in all the fpite 

Of wrcakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, 

To the conflicting elements expos'd, 

Anfwer meer nature, bid them flatter thee ; 

O, thou (halt find 

TIM. A fool of thee : Depart. 

APE. I love thee better now than ere I did. 

TIM. I hate thee worfe. 

APE. Why? 

TIM. Thou flatter'ft misery. 

APE. I flatter not; but fay, thou art a caitiff. 

TIM. Why doft thou feek me out? 

APE. To vex thee. 

TIM. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. 
Doft please thyfelf in't ? 

JPE. Ay. 

TIM. What a knave thou ! 

APE. If thou did'ft put this four cold habit on 
To caftigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou 
Doft it enforcedly ; thou'dft courtier be again, 
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery 
Out-vies uncertain pomp, is crown'd before : 
The one is filling Hill, never compleat ; 
The other, at high wifh : Beft ftate, contentlefs, 
Jiath a diftrafted and moft wretched being, 

*+ lnave too ? 2 3 Out-livej 

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64 Timon of Athens. 

Wo;fe than the worft, content. 

Thou fhould'ft desire to dye, being miserable. 

TIM. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. 
Thou art a {lave, whom fortune's tender arm 
With favour never clafp'd ; but bred a dog. 
Had'ft thou, like us, from our firft fwath, proceeded 
Through fweet degrees that this brief world affords 
To fuch as may the paflive drugs of it 
Freely command, thou would'ft haveplung'd thyfelf 
In general riot ; melted down thy youth 
Tn different beds of luft; and never learn'd 
The icy precepts of refpecl:, but follow'd 
The fugar'd game before thee. But myfelf, 
Who had the world as my confectionary ; 
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men 
At duty, more than I could frame employment : 
That numberlefs upon me ftuck, as leaves 
Do on the oak ; and with one winter's brufh 
Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare 
For every ftorm that blows : I to bear this, 
That never knew but better, is fome burthen : 
Thy nature did commence in fufferance, time 
Hath made thee hard in't. Why fhould'ft thou hate men ? 
They never flatter'd thee : What hail thou given ? 
If thou wilt' curfe, thy father, that poor rag, 
Muft be thy fubjeft; who in fpite put fluff 
To fome me beggar, and compounded thee 
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ; be gone ! 
If thou had'fl not been born the worit of men, 
Thou hadfl been a knave, and flatterer. 

Art. Art thou proud yet ? 

TIM. Ay, that I am not thee. 

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Timon of Athens. , 65 

APE. I, that I was 
No prodigal. 

TIM. I, that I am one now : 
Were all the wealth I have fhutup in thee, 
I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. 
That the whole life of Athens were in ~\ this ! 
Thus would I eat it. [gnawing a Root. 

APE. Here, ~f~ I will mend thy feaft. 

\tbr owing him a Cruft, 

TIM. Firft mend my company, take away thyfelf. 

APE. Sol fhall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. 

TIM. 'Tis not well mended fo, it is but botch'd; 
If not, I would it were. 

APE. What would'ft thou have to Athens? 

TIM. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, 
Tell them there, I have gold ; look, ~}~fo I have. 

APE. Here is no ufe for gold. 

TIM. The beft, and trueft : 
For here it fleeps, and does no hired harm. 

APE. Where ly'ft o'nights, Timon? 

TIM. Under that's above me. Where feed'ft thou o' 
days, Apemanlus? 

APE. Where my ftomach finds meat ; or, rather, where 
I eat it. 

TIM. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my 
mind. 

APE. Where would'ft thou fend it ? 

TIM. To fauce thy dimes. 

APE. The middle of humanity thou never kneweft, 
but the extremity of both ends : When thou waft in thy 
gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much 
courtefy ; in thy rags thou knoweft none, but art defpis'd 

10 mend thy company 32- Curiofitie 



66 Timon of Athens. 

for the contrary. There's a "j~ medlar for thee, eat it. 

TIM. On what I hate I feed not. 

AP E . Doft hate a medlar ? 

TIM. Ay, though it look like thee. 

JJPE. An thou hadft hated mediers fooner, thou 
fhould'ft have lov'd thyfelf better now. What man 
did'ft thou ever know un thrift, that was belov'd after 
his means ? 

TIM. Who, without those means thou talk'ft of, did'ft 
thou ever know belov'd ? 

Jre. Myfelf. 

T/jf . 1 underftand thee ; thou hadft fome means to keep 
a dog. 

APE. What things in the world canft thou neareft 
compare to thy flatterers ? 

TIM. Women neareft ; but men, men are the things 
themfelves. What would'ft thou do with the world, 
Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? 

API. . Give it the beafh, to be rid of the men. 

TIM. Would'ft thou have thyfelf fall in the confusion 
of jnen, and remain a beaft with the beafts ? 

Apt.. Ay, Timon. 

TIM. A beaftly ambition, which the gods grant thee 
to attain to ! If thou wert the lion, the fox would be- 
guile thee : if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat 
thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would fufpeft thee, 
when, peradventure, thou wert accus'd by the afs : if 
thou wert the afs, thy dulnefs would torment thee, and 
ftill thou liv'dil but as a breakfaft to the wolf: if thou 
wert the wolf, thy greedinefs would afflift thee, and oft 
thou fhould'ft hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou 
the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and 



Timon of Athens. 67 

make thine o\vn felf the conqueft of thy fury : wert 
thou a bear, thou would'ft be kill'd by the horfe ; wert 
them a horfe, thou would'ft be feiz'd by the leopard ; 
\vert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, 
and the fpots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life : 
all thy fafety were remotion ; and thy defence, abfence. 
What beaft could'ft thou be, that were not fubjeft to a 
beaft ? and what a beaft art thou already, that feeft not 
thy lofs in tranfformation ? 

APE. If thou could'ft please me with fpeaking tome, 
thou might'ft have hit upon it here : The common-wealth 
of Athens is become a foreft of beafts. 

TIM. How has the afs broke the wall, that thou art 
out of the city r 

APE. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: The 
plague of company light upon thee ! I will fear to catch 
it, and give way : When I know not what elfe to do, 
I'll fee thee again. 

TIM. When there is nothing living but thee, thou 
{halt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than 
Apemantus. 

APE. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. 

TIM. 'Would thou wert clean enough to fpit upon. 

APE. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curfe. 

TIM. All villains, that do ftand by thee, are pure. 

APE. There is no leprofy, but what thou fpeak'ft. 

TIM. If I name thee, 
I'd beat thee, but I fhould infeftmy hands. 

APE. I would my tongue could rot them off. 

VIM. Away, thou ifiue of a mangy dog ! 
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive ; 
J Avoon to fee thee. 

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68 Timono/ Athens. 

APZ . 'Would thou would'ft burft. 

TIM. Away, 

Thou tedious rogue ! I am forry, I fhall lose 
A ftone by thee. [throwing at him. 

JPE. Beaft! 

TIM. Slave! 



TIM. Rogue, rogue, rogue \ 

[Apemantus retreats backward, as going. 
I am fick of this falfe world ; and will love nought, 
But e'en the meer neceffities upon it. 
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave ; 
Lye where the light foam of the fea may beat 
Thy grave-ftone daily : make thine epitaph, 
That death in me at others' lives may laugh. 
O thou fweet king-killer, and dear divorce 

[looking on the Go Id. 

Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler 
Of Hymen's pureft bed ! thou valiant Mars ! 
Thou ever young, frefh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, 
Whose jblulh doth thaw the confecrated fnow 
That lies on Dion's lap ! thou visible god, 
That folder'ft clofe impoffibilities, 
And mak'ft them kifs ; that fpeak'ft with every tongue, 
To every purpose ! o thou touch of hearts, 
Think, thy flave man rebels; and by thy virtue 
Set them into confounding odds, that beafb 
May have the world in empire ! 

Atf.. 'Would 'twere fo ; [advancing, 

But not 'till I am dead. _ I'll fay thou haft gold : 
Thou wilt be throng'd to fhortly. 

TIM. Throng'd to ? 

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Timon of Athens. 69 

Afz. Ay. 

TIM. Thy back, I pr'ythee. 

APE. Live, and love thy misery ! 

TIM . Long live fo, and fo dye ! _ Jo, I am quit. 

[ Exit APEMANTUS. 

More things like men r Eat, Timon, and abhor them. 
Enter certain Thieves. 

1 . T. Where Ihould he have this gold ? It is fbme 
poor fragment, feme flender ort of his remainder : The 
meer want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends, 
drove him into this melancholy. 

2. T. It is nois'd, he hath a mafs of treasure. 

3. T. Let us make the aflay upon him ; if he care not 
for't, he will fupply us easily ; If he covetoufly reserve 
it, how (hall's get it ? 

2. T. True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid. 

i.T. Is not this he ? 

The. Where? 

2. T. 'Tis his defcription. 

3. T. He; I know him. 
The. Save thee, Timon. 
TIM. Now, thieves ? 

' The. Soldiers, not thieves. 
' TIM. Both, both ; and women's fons. 

The . We are not thieves, but men that much do want. 
TIM. Your greateft want is, you want much of men. 
Why mould you want ? Behold, the earth hath roots ; 
\ Within this mile break forth a hundred fprings : 
T"he oaks bearmaft, the briars fcarlet hips ; 
The bounteous huswife, nature, on each bum 
Lays her full mefs before you. Want ? why want ? 
i . T. We cannot live on grafs, on berries, water, 

6 abhorrethen. \,Note. a + Both too, and * 6 of meat 



JO Timdn of Athens. 

As beads, and birds, and fifties. [fifties j 

T'IM. Nor on the beafts themfelves, the birds, and 
You muft eat men. Yet thanks I muft you con, 
That you are thieves profeft; that you work not 
In holier fhapes : for there is boundlefs theft 
In limited profefiions. Rafcal thieves, 
Here's ^ gold : Go, fuck the fubtle blood o'the grape, 
'Till the high fever feeth your blood to froth, 
And fo 'fcape hanging : trufl not the physician ; 
His antidotes are poison, and he flays 
More than you rob : take wealth and lives together j 
Do villany, do, fince you proteft to do't, 
Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery : 
The fun's a thief, and with his great attraction 
Robs the vaft fea ; the moon's an arrant thief, 
And her pale fire fhe fnatches from the fun ; 
The fea's a thief, whose liquid furge resolves 
The earth into fait tears ; the earth's a thief, 
That feeds and breeds by a compoftuie ftoln 
From general excrement : each thing's a thief; 
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power 
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourfelves ; away ; 
Rob one another. There's more "f gold : Cut throats ; 
All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, 
Break open ftiops ; for nothing can you ileal, 
But thieves do lose it : Steal not lefs, for this 
I give you ; and gold confound you howfoe'er ! 
Amen. [retiring towards bis Cave. 

3. T. H'as almoft charm'd me from my profeffion, bjr 
perfuading me to it. 

I. T. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus 
advises us, not to have us thrive in our miftery. 

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Tim'on of Athens. 71 



2. 7". I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over 
my trade. 

1 . T. Let us firft fee peace in Athens. 

2. 3T. There is no time fo miserable, but a man may 
be true. [Exeunt Thieves. 

Enter Steward. 

Ste. O you gods ! 

Is yon defpis'd and ruinous man my lord ? 
Full of decay and failing ? O monument 
And wonder of good deeds evilly beftow'd I 
SU>2, what an alteration of honour 
Has defperate want made ! 
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, 
Who can bring nobleft minds to bafelr. ends ! 
How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, 
When man was wifh'd to love his enemies : 
Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo 
Those that would mifchief me, than those that do. 
H'as caught me in his eye : I will present 
My honeft grief unto him ; and, as my lord, 
Still ferve him with my life My deareft mafter ! 

TIM. Away ! what art thou ? 

Ste. Have you forgot me, fir ? 

TIM. Why doft afic that ? I have forgot all men ; 
Then, if thou grant'ft thou'rt a man, I've forgot thee. 

Ste. An honefl poor fervant of yours. 

TIM. /3ap, then 

I know thee not : I ne'er had honeft man 
About me, I ; all tat I kept were knaves, 
To ferve in meat to villains. 

Ste. The gods are witnefs, 
Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief 



"f 2 Timon of Athens. 

For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. [Hove thee, 

TIM. What, doft thou weep ? Come nearer : then 
Because thou art a woman, and difclaim'ft 
Flinty mankind ; whose eyes do never give, 
But thorough luft, and laughter. Pity's fleeping : 
Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping. 

Ste. I beg of you to know me, my good lord, 
-To accept my grief, and, whilft this poor ~j~ wealth lafts, 
To entertain me as your fteward ftill. 

TIJA. Had I a fteward tlxrn, fo true, fo juft, 
And now fo comfortable ? It almoft turns 
My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold 
Thy face: Surely, this man was born of woman. 
Forgive my general and exceptlefs rafhnefs, 
Perpetual-fober gods ! I do proclaim 
One honeft man, miftake me not, but one ; 

No more, I pray pou, and he is a fteward 

How fain would I have hated all mankind, 

And thou redeem'ft thyfelf : But all, fave thee, 

I fell with curies. 

Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wise ; 

For, by opprefiing and betraying me, 

Thou might'ft have fooner got another fervice : 

For many fo arrive at fecond matters, 

Upon their firft lord's neck. But tell me true, 

(For I muft ever doubt, though ne'er fo fure) 

Is not thy kindnefs fubtle, covetous, 

Is't not a usuring kindnefs ; and as rich men deal gifts, 

Expecling in return twenty for one ? 

Ste. No, my moft worthy matter, in w hose breaft 
Doubt and fufpeft, alas, are plac'd too late : 
You mould have fear'd falfe times, when you did feaft; 

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Timon of Athens. 73 

Sufpeft ftill comes where an eftate is leaft. 

That which I Ihew, heaven knows, is meerly love, 

Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, 

Care of your food and living: 

And, o, believe it, my moft honour'd lord, 

For any benefit that points to me, 

Either in hope, or present, I'd exchanged 

For this one wifh, That you had power and wealth 

To requite me, by making rich yourfelf. 

TIM. Look ye, 'tis fo !_Thou fmgly honeft man, 
Here, =f take ; the gods out of my misery 
Have fent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy : 
But thus condition'd ; Thou malt build from men ; 
Hate all, curfe all: mew charity to none ; 
But let thefamifh'd flefh flide from the bone, 
Ere thou relieve the beggar : give to dogs 
What thou deny'ft to men ; let prisons fwallow 'em, 
Debts wither 'em to nothing : Be men like blafted woods, 
And may diseases lick up their falie bloods ! 
And fo, farewel, and thrive. 

Ste. O, let me flay, 
And comfort you, my matter. 

TIM. If thou hat'it curfes, 
Stay not; but fly, whilll thou art bleft and free : 
Ne'er fee thou man, and let me ne'er fee thee. 



ACT V. 

SCENE 1. The fame. Pefore Timon 's Cave. 
Enter Poet, and Painter ; TIMON behind, unfeen. 

Pai. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far 

lo Lookethee, *Ha'sfent 
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74 Timon ^Athens. 

where he abides. 

Poe. What's to be thought of him r Does the rumour 
hold for true, that he's fo full of gold? 

Pat. Certain: Alcibiades reports it ; PhrjniaandTy 
mandra had gold of him : he likewise enrich'd poor ftrag- 
lingfoldiers with great quantity : 'Tis faid, he gave unto 
his fteward a mighty fum. 

Poe. Then this breaking of his has been but a try 
for his friends.. 

Pai. Nothing elfe: you mall fee him a palm in 
Athens again, and flourifh with the higheft. Therefore, 
'tis not amifs, we tender our loves to him, in this fup- 
pos'd diltrefs of his : it will mew honellly in us ; and 
is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel 
for, if it be a juit and true report that goes of his 
having. 

Pie. What have you now to present unto him ? 

Pai. Nothing at this time but my visitation : only I 
will promise him an excellent piece. 

Poe. I muft ferve him fo too ; tell him of an intent 
that's coming toward him. 

Pai. Good as the belt; Promising is the very air 
o'the time ; it opens the eyes of expectation : per- 
formance is ever the duller for his aft ; and, but in the 
plainer and fimpler kind of people, the deed of faying 
is quite out of ufe. To promise is moft courtly and 
fafhionable : performance is a kind of will, or teftament; 
which argues a great ficknefs in his judgment that 
makes it. 

TIM. " Excellent workman ! Thou canft not paint" 
"a man fo bad as is thyfelf. " 

Poe. i am thinking, what I (hall fay I have pro- 



Timon of Athens. 75 

vided for him: It muft be a perforating of himfelf : 
a fatyr againft the foftnefs of profperity ; with a dif- 
covery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth and 
opulency. 

TIM. " Muft thou needs ftand for a villain in thine " 
" own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other " 
"men ? Do fo, I have gold forthee." 

Pai. Nay, let's feek him : 
Then do we fin againft our own eftate, 
When we may profit meet, and come too late. 

Poe. True ; 

When the day ferves, before black-corner'd night, 
Find what thou want'ft by free! and orFer'd light. 

[going towards the Cave. 

TIM. "I'll meetyou at the turn. What a god's gold, " 
' That he is worfhip'd in a bafer temple, " 
' Than where fwine feed ! " 

' 'Tis thou that rig'ft the bark, and plow'ft the foam ; " 
' Setl'ft admired reverence in a flave : " 
' To thee be worfhip ! and thy faints for aye " 
' Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey !" 
' 'Fit I Bo meet them. " [/'J bimfelf in their Way. 

Poe. Hail, worthy Timon: 
Pai. Our late noble mafter. 
TIM. Have I once liv'd to fee two honeft men ? 
Poe. Sir, 

Having often of your open bounty tailed, 
Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall'n off, 
Whose thanklefs natures O abhorred fpirits ! 
Not all the whips of heaven are large enough 
What ! to you ! 
Whose ftarlike noblenefs gave life and influence 

8 Put. Nay " Painter. True * worfliipt 

T 2 



76 Timon of Athens. 

To their whole being ! I am rapt, and cannot cover 
The monftrous bulk of this ingratitude 
With any ftze of words. 

TIM. Let it go naked, men may fee't the better : 
You, that are honeft, by being what you are, 
Make them beft feen, and known. 

Pat. He, and myfelf, 

Have travel'd in the great fhower of your gifts, 
And fweetly felt it. 

TIM. Ay, you are honeft men. 

Pat. We are hither come to offer you our fervice. 

TIM . Moft honeft men ! Why, how fnall I requite you ? 
Can yott eat roots, and drink cold water? no. 

both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you fervice. 

TIM. You're honeft men : You'veheard that I have gold; 
I am fure, you have; fpeak truth : you're honeft men. 

Pat. So it is faid, my noble lord : but therefore 
Came not my friend, and I. 

TIM. Good honeft men : Thou draw'fta counterfeil 
Beft in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the beft; 
Thou counterfeit'ft moft lively. 

Pat. So, fo, my lord. 

TIM. Ev'n fo, fir, as I fay : And, for thy fiftion, 

Why, thy verfe fwells with fluff fo fine and fmooth, 
That thou art even natural in thine art. _ 
But, for all this, my honeft-natur'd friends, 
I muft needs fay, you have a little fault : 
Marry, 'tis not monftrous in you ; neither wifh I, 
You take much pains to mend. 

both. Befeech your honour, 
To make it known to us. 

TIM. You'll take it ill. 



Timon of Athens. 77 

both. Moft thankfully, my lord, 

T'IM. Will you, indeed ? 

both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. 

7*/Af. There's ne'er a one of you but trufts a knave, 
That mightily deceives you. 

both. Do we, my lord ? 

TIM. Ay, and you hear him cog, fee him diflemble, 
Know his grofs patchery ; pet love him, feed him, 
Keep in your bosom : yet remain aflur'd, 
That he's a made-up villain. 

Pai, I know none fach, my lord. 

Pat. Nor I. 

TIM. Look you, I love you well ; I'll give you gold, 
Rid me these villains from your companies : 
Hang them, or flab them, drown them in a draught, 
Confound them by fome courfe, and come to me, 
I'll give you gold enough. 

both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. 

TIM . You ~f that way, _ and you "f this, _ not two in, 
Each man apart, all fmgle and alone, [company; 

Yet an arch-villain keeps him company 
If, where thou art, two villains (hall not be, 
Come not near ~{~ him : If thou would'ft not reside 
But where one villain is, then him~f~ abandon 
Hence! pack! there's ~j~ gold, you came for gold, ye flaves; 
You have work for me, there is ~}~ payment : Hence ! _ ' 
You are an alchymiit, make gold of~j~ that: _ 
Out, rafcal dogs { [Exit, beating them out. 



SCENE II 
Enter Steward, and t-wo Senators. 
Ste. It is in vain, that you would fpeak with Timon ; 

* this : J But tw 



78 Timon of Athens. 

For he is fet fo only to himfelf, 

That nothing, but himfelf, which looks like man, 

Is friendly with him. 

1 . S. Bring us to his cave : 

It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, 
To fpeak with Timon. 

2. S. At all times alike 

Men are not ftill the fame : 'Twas time, and griefs, 
That fram'd him thus : time, with his fairer hand, 
Offering the fortunes of his former days, 
The former man may make him: Bring us to him, 
And chance it as it may. 

Ste. Here ~j~ is his cave 

Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon, Timon, 
Look out, and fpeak to friends : The Athenians, \ 
By two of their moft reverend fenate, greet thee; 
Speak to them, noble Timon. 

Enter TIMON. [behang'd: 

TIM. Thou fun, that com fort' ft, burn! Speak, and 

For each true word, a blifter ! and each falfe 
T?e cancerizing to the root o' the tongue, 
Confuming it with fpeaking ! 

I. S. Worthy Timon, 

TIM. Of none but fuch as you, and you of Timon. 

i . S. The fenators of Athens greet thee, Timon : 

TIM. I thank them ; and would fend them back the 
Could I but catch it for them. [plague, 

i. S. O, forget 

What we are forry for ourfelves in thee : 
The fenators, with one confent of love, 
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought 
On fpecial dignities, which vacant lye 

'3 comforts -^ Be as a Cantherizing 



TJmon of Athens. 79 

For thy beft ufe and wearing. 

2. S. They confefs, 

Toward thee, forgetful nefs too general, grofs : 
But now the publick body, which doth feldom 
Play the recanter, - feeling in itfelf 
A hckofTimon's aid, hath fenfe withal 
Of it's own fail, retraining aid to Timon ; 
And fends forth us, to make their forrows' tender, 
Together with a recompence more fruitful 
Then their offence can weigh down by the dram ; 
Ay, even fuch heaps and fums of love and wealth, 
As (hall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, 
And write in thee the figures of their love, 
Ever to read them thine. 

TIM . You witch me in it ; 
Surprize me to the very brink of tears : 
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, 
And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy fenators. 

1 . 5. Therefore, fo please thee to return with us, 
And of our Athens (thine, and ours) to take 

The captainfhip, thou malt be met with thanks, 
Allow'd with abfolute power, and thy good name 
Live with authority : fo foon we lhall drive back 
Of Alctbiades the approaches wild ; 
Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up 
* His country's peace : 

2. S. And (hakes his threat'ning fword 
Againftthe walls of Athens, 

\ . S. Therefore, Timon, 

TIM. Well, fir, I will ; therefore I will, fir ; Thus, 
If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, 
Let Akibiades know this of Timon, 

4 Which now 6 fince ^ fall 8 forrowed render 



8o Timon of Athens. 

That Timcn cares not. But if he fack fair Athens, 

And take our goodly aged men by the beards, 

Giving our holy virgins to the ftain 

Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain'd war; 

Then let him know, and, tell him, Timon fpeaks it, 

In pity of our aged, and our youth, 

I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, 

And let him take't at worft ; for their knives care not, 

While you have throats to anfwer : for myfelf, 

There's not a whittle in the unruly camp, 

But I do prize it at my love, before 

The reverend'ft throat in Athens. So I leave you 

To the protection of the profperous gods, 

As thieves to keepers. 

Ste. Stay not, all's in vain. 

TIM. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, 
It will be feen to-morrow ; My long ficknefs 
Of health, and living, now begins to mend, 
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live ftill; 
Be dlcibiadei your plague, you his, 
And laft fo long enough ! 

i. S. We fpeak in vain. 

TIM . But y^et I love my country ; and am not 
One that rejoices in the common wreck, 
As common bruit doth put it : 

i . S. That's well fpoke. 

TIM. Commend metomylovingcountrymen,~[them. 

1. S. Thesewordsbecomeyourlipsastheypafsthrough 

2. 5. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers 
In their applauding gates. 

TIM. Commend me to them ; 
And tell them, that, to ease them cf their griefs, 



Timon of Athens. 81 

Their fears of hoftile ftrokes, their aches, lofles, 
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes 
That nature's fragil veflel doth fuftain 
In life's uncertain voyage, I will fome kindnefs do them, 
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades* wrath. 

i. 5. I like this well, he will return again. 

TIM . I have a tree, which grows here in my clofe, 
That mine own ufe invites me to cut down, 
And fhortly mud I fell it; Tell my friends, 
Tell Athens, in the fequence of degree, 
From high to low throughout, that whofo' please 
To flop affliction, let him take his hafte, 
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, 
And hang himfelf : I pray you, do my greeting, [him. 

Ste. Trouble him no further, thus you ftill mail find 

TIM. Come not to me again : but fay to Athens., 
Timon hath made his everlafling manfion 
Upon the beached verge of the fait flood, 
Which once a day with his embofied froth 
The turbulent furge mail cover ; thither come, 
And let my grave-ftone be your oracle __ 
Lips, let four words go by, and language end : 
What is amifs, plague and infection mend ! 
Graves only be men's works; and death, their gain ! 
Sun, hide thy beams ! 7~i>ohath done his reign. 



i . S. His difcontents are unremoveably 
Coupl'd to t)\8 nature. 

2. S. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, 
And llrain what other means is left unto us 
In our dear peril. 

I. S. It requires fwift foot. [Exeunt, 



Timon of Athens. 



SCENE III. Athens. A Council-Chamber. 
Enter tivo Senators, and a Mefienger. 

1 . S. Thou haft painfully difcover'd ; Are his files 
As full as thy report ? 

Me/. I have fpoke the leaft : 
Belidej, his expedition promises 
Present approach. 

2. S. We ftand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. 
Mef. 1 met a courier, one mine ancient friend; 

And, though in general part we were oppos'd, 

Yet our old love had a particular force, 

And made us fpeak like friends : this man was riding 

From Aldbiadei to Timon's cave, 

With letters of entreaty, which imported 

His fellowfhip i'the cause againft your city, 

In part for his fake mov'd. 

i. S. Here come our brothers. 

Enter Senators, from Timon. 

i . S. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expec"l ; 
The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful fcouring 
Doth choak the air with duft : In, and prepare; 
Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the fnare. [Exeunt. 

SCENEiV. The Woods. ArudeTombfeen. 

Enter a Soldier, feeking Timon. 

Sol. By all defcription, this mould be the place. 

Who's here ? fpeak, ho ! No anfwer ? What is this ? 

[fpy ing the Tomb. 

Timon is dead, he hath out-ftretch'd his fpan. 
Some beaft rear'd this ; here does not live a man. 
Dead, fure ; and this his grave. What's on this tomb ? 

1 ' Whom though '* love made a 

3 dead, who hath s read this ; There 



Timon cf Athens. 83 

I cannot read ; the character I'll take 

With wax : \. a ppty n a <*xen Table. 

Our captain hath in every figure flull ; 

An ag'd interpreter, though y.oung in days : 

Before proud Athens he's fet down by this, 

Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit. 

SCENEV. Before the Walls ^Athens. 
Trumpets. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forces. 
ALC. Sound to this coward and Lafcivious town 
Our terrible approach. [Parky founded. 

Enter Senators, &c. upon the Walls. 
'Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time 
With all licentious measure, making your wills 
The fcopeof juftice ; 'till now myfelf, and fuch 
As flept within the madow of your power, 
Have wander'd with our traverft arms, and breath'd 
Our fufferance vainly : Now the time is flufh, 
When crouching marrow, in the bearer ftrong, 
Cries, of itfelf, No mere : now breathlefs wrong 
Shall fit and pant in your great chairs of ease ; 
And purfy infolence fhall break his wind, 
With fear, and horrid flight. 

1. 5. Noble, and young, 

When thy firft griefs were but a meer conceit, 
Ere thou had'fl power, or we had cause of fear, 
We fent to thee ; to give thy rages balm, 
To wipe out our ingratitudes with loves 
Above their quantity. 

2. 5. So did we woo 
Tranfformed Timon to our city's love, 

Sy humble meflage, and by promis'd 'mends : 

* 8 Ingratitude, 3* promift meanes 



$4 Timon ef Athens. 

We were not all unkind, nor all deserve 
The common ftroke of war. 

1. S. These walls of ours 

Were not eredled by their hands, from whom 
You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they fuch, 
That these great towers, trophies, and fchools fliould fall 
For private faults in them. 

2. S. Nor are they living, 

Who were the motives that you firft went out ; 

Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excefs 

Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, 

Into our city with thy banners fpred : 

By decimation, and a tythed death, 

(If thy revenges hunger for that food, 

Which nature loaths) take thou the deftin'd tenth ; 

And by the hazard of the fpotted dye, 

Let dye the fpotted. 

1 . 8. All have not offended ; 

For those that were, it is not fquare, to take, 
On those that are, revenge : crimes, like to lands, 
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, 
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage : 
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, 
Which, in the blufter of thy wrath, mult fall 
With those that have offended ; like a (hepherd 
Approach the fold, and cull the infecled forth, 
But kill not all together. 

2. S. What thou wilt, 

Thou rather (halt enforce it with thy fmile, 
Than hew to't with thy fword. 

i . S. Set but thy foot 
Againft our rampir'd gates, and they mail ope ; 

$ greefe: 



Timon of Athens. 85 

So thou wilt fend thy gentle heart before, 
To fay, thou'lt enter friendly. 

2. S. Throw thy glove, 
Or any token of thine honour elfe, 
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redrefs, 
And not as our confusion, All thy powers 
Shall make their harbour in our town, 'till we 
Have feal'd thy full desire. 

ALC. Then, there's my ~f~ glove; 
Defcend, and open your uncharged ports : 
Those enemies of Timon s, and mine own, 
Whom you yourfelves (hall fet out for reproof, 
Fall, and no more : and, to atone your fears 
With my more noble meaning, not a man 
Shall pafs his quarter, or offend theftream 
Of regular juftice in your city's bounds, 
But (hall be remedy'd by your publick laws 
At heavieft anfwer. 

Sen. 'Tis mod nobly fpoken. 

ALC. Defcend, and keep your words. 

Senators come from the Walls, and deliver 
their Keys to Alcibiades. 

Enter Soldier. 

Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead ; 
Intomb'd upon the very hem o'the fea : 
And, on his grave-ftone, this ^ infculpture ; which 
With wax I brought away, whose foft imprefiion 
Interpreted for my poor ignorance. 

ALC. [reads.] Here lies a 'wretched c orfe, of wretched 

foul bereft : 

Seek not my name : A plague confume you wickt.i caitiffs 
left! 

* Interpret* 



86 Timon of Athens?. 

Here lie 1 Timon ; *who t alive, all living men did 
hate: 

Pafs by, and curfe thy Jill ; but pafs, anJ Jtay not here 

thy gate. 

These well exprefs in thee thy latter fpirits : 
Though thou abhor'dft in us our human griefs, 
Scorn'dft our brine's flow, and those our droplets which 
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit 
Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye 
On thy low grave. _ On : faults forgiven. Dead 
Is noble Timon ; of whose memory 
Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, 
And I will use the olive with my fword : 
Make war breed peace ; make peace flint war ; make each 
Prefcribe toother, as each other's leach. _ 
Let our drums ftrike. [Exeunt, 



7 Brainej v. Nott. 



TITUS 
ANDRONICUS. 



Ptrfons represented. 

_ . , 7 Sons of a deceafd Emperor, 

Saturmnus, and I J , J ,/ *; 

-rv /Y- n / f flftu {sontcnders for tvs Empire 

Baffianus, Brothers', J Saturninus ^/ w/ ^ ;/> 

Titus Andronicus, a o^ Roman, flW Commander . 
Marcus, his Brother : 
Lucius, "J 

$5 in . tus ' .l&wftl'ter: 

Martius, W f 

Mutius, J 

5ffy, 5o /o Lucius : 

Gentleman, of their Houfe. 

./Emilius, a noble Roman ; 

two other noble Romans ; 

a Captain, Tribune, Meffenger, and Clown, Romans, 



Aaron, a Moor, her Paramour, 
three noble Goths. 

Tamora, >ueen of the Goths. 
Lavinia, Titus' Daughter. 

a Nurfe. 

Alarbus, Son to Tamora : a black Child. 

Gentlemen of Titus' Houfe : Senator}, &c. Roman; 

Guards, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants, 

Romans and Goths. 

Seene, Row, and Parts adjacent. 



TITUS ANDRONICUS. 



ACT I. 

SCENE}. Rome. Place before the Capitol ; 

in it, the Tomb of the Andronici. Senators, Sec. aloft ; 

a great Crowd 6elo<w : Enter SATURNINUS, and his 

Followers, on one Side ; and BASSIANUS, and his, on 

the other ; with Drum and Coloun, 

SAT. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, 
Defend the juftice of my cause with arms ; 
And, countrymen, my loving followers, 
Plead my fucceffive title with your fwords : 
I am his firft-born fon, that was the laft 
That ware the imperial diadem of Rome ; 
Then let my father's honours live in me, 
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. [right, 

BAS. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my 
If ever BaJ/ianus, Cesar's fon, 
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, 
Keep then this paflage to the capitol ; 
And fuffer not difhonour to approach 
The imperial feat, to virtue confecrate, 
To juftice, continence, and nobility : 
But let desert in pure election mine; 

VOL. VIII. U 



4 Titus Andronicus. t 

And, Ramans, fight for freedom in your choice. 
Enter, among ike Senators, a/cft, 
MARCUS ANDRONICUS. 

MA R . Princes, that ftrive by factions, and by friends , 
Ambitioufly for rule and erapery, 
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we (land 
A fpecial party, have, by common voice, 
In fair election for the empery, 
Chosen Andronicia, furnamed Pius 
For many good and great deserts to Rome; 
A nobler man, a braver warrior, 
Lives not this day within the city walls . 
He by the fenate is accited home, 
From weary wars againft the barbarous Goths ; 
That, with his fons, a terror to our foes, 
Hath yoak'd a nation ftrong, train'd up in arms. 
Ten years are fpent, fmce firft he undertook 
This cause of Rome, and chaflised with arms 
Our enemies' pride : Five times he hath return'd 
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant fons 
Jn coffins from the field ; 
And now at laft, laden with honour's fpoils, 
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, 
Renowned Titus, flourilhing in arms. 
Let us intreat, By honour of his name, 
Whom worthily you would have now fucceedefc ; 
And in the capitol and fenate's right, 
Whom you pretend to honour and adore, 
That you withdraw you, and abate your ftrength ; 
Difmifs your followers, and, as fuiters mould, 
Plead your deserts in peace and humblenefs. 

SJT. How fair the tribune fpeaks to calm my thoughts ! 

* the Romaine Emperia 



t Titus Andronicus. c 

BAS. Marc:is Andronicm, fo I do afFy 
In thy uprightnefs and integrity, 
And fo I love and honour thee, and thine, 
Thy noble brother Thus, and his fons, 
And her, to whom my thoughts are humbl'd all, 
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, 
That I will here difmifs my loving friends ; 
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, 
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. 

[Exeunt Followers o/"Baffianus. 

SJT. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, 
I thank you all, and here difmifs you all ; 
And to the love and favour of my country 
Commit myfelf, my perfbn, and the cause. 

[Exeunt Followers c/'Saturninus, 
Rome, be as juft and gracious unto me, 

As I am confident and kind to thee 

Open the gates, tribunes, and let me in. 

BAS. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. 

[SAT. and B AS. with a few, ajcend the Capitol \ 
an*! Exeunt, ivitb Senators, and MARCUS. 

SCENE II. The fame. 
Trumpet. Enter a Captain, and Others. 
Cap. Roman, make way ; The good Andronicits, 
Patron of virtue, Rome 's bell champion, 
SuccefTful in the battles that he fights, 
With honour and with fortune is return'd, 
From where he circumfcribed with his fvvord, 
And brought to yoak, the enemies of Rome. 

F/ouri/2' r,f Trumpets, &C. , 

Enter certain of ihc Troops of Titus, marching 



6 Titus Andronicns, 

Jlpwly\ then MUTIUS, and MARTIUS, a&reafl; 
after them, Perfom bearing a Coffin, covered with 
black ; then QUINTUS, and Lucius ; and then 
TITUS AND RONICUS; Officers behind : Afier them, 
TAMORA, <witb Alarbus, CHIRON, *</DEME- 
TRIUS, her Sons, Aaron, and other Goths, Pri- 
soners ; Soldiers, and People, following. Bearers Jet 

down the Coffin, and Titus advances. 
Tlf. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! 
Lo, as the bark, that hath difcharg'd her fraught, 
Returns with precious lading to the bay, 
From whence at firft ftie weigh'd her anchorage, 
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, 
Torefalute his country with his tears, 
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. 
Thou great defender of this capitol, 
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! _ 
Romans, of five and twenty valiant fons, 
Half of the number that king Priam had, 
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead: 
These, that furvive, let Rome reward with love j 
These, that I bring unto their lateft home, 
With burial amongft their anceftors : 
Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my fword. 
Titus, unkind, and carelefs of thine own r 
Why fuffer'ft thou thy fons, unbury'd yet y 
To hover on the dreadful more of Styx ? 

Make way to lay them by their bretheren 

\Tomb opened. 

There greet in filence, as the dead are wont, 
And fleep in peace, flain in your country's wars I 
O facred receptacle of my joys, 

his fraught 



Titus Andronicus. J 

Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, 

How many fons of mine haft thou in {lore, 

That .thou wilt never render to me more ? 

Luc. Give us the proudeft prisoner of the Goths; 
That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, 
Ad manes fratrttm facrifice his flefh, 
Before this earthly prison of their bones ; 
That fo the madows be not unappeas'd, 
Nor we difturb'd with prodigies on earth. 

TIT. I give him you ; the nobleft that furvives, 
The eldeft fon of this diftreffed queen. 

[givittg them Alarbus. 

TAU. Stay, Roman brethren ;_ Gracious conqueror, 
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I Ihed, 
A mother's tears in paffion for her fon : 
And, if thy fons were ever dear to thee, 
O think my fon to be as dear to me. 
Sufficed! not, that we are brought to Rome, 
To beautify thy triumphs, and return, 
Captive to thee, and to tfay Roman yoak ; 
But muft my fons be flaughter'd in the ftreets, 
For valiant doings in their country's cause ? 
;O, if to fight for king and common- weal 
Were piety in thine, it is in these. 
Andronicus, ftain not thy tomb with blood : 
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? 
Draw near them then in being merciful : 
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge ; 
Thrice-noble Titus, fpare my firft-born fon. 

TiT. Patient yourfelf, madam, and pardon me. 
These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld 
Alive, and dead; and, for their brethren flain, 



S Titus Andronicus. 

Religioufly they afc a facrifice: 

To this your fon is mark'd ; and dye he mnft, 

To appease their groaning fhadows that are gone. 

Luc. Away with him ! and make a fire ftraight ; 
And with our fwords, upon a pile of wood, 
Let's hew his limbs, 'till they be clean confum'd. 

[Exeunt Sons iuitb Alarbus. 

7"jM. O cruel irreligious piety I 

CHI. Was ever Scythia half fo barbarous ? 

DEM. Oppose not Stytbia to ambitious Rome. 
Alarbus goes to reft ; and we furvive, 
To tremble under Titus' threatning look : 
Then, madam, Itand resolv'd ; but hope withal, 
The felf-fame gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy 
With opportunity of (harp revenge 
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, 
May favour Tamcra, the queen of Goths, 
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) 
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. 

Re-enter Sons, 'with their Swords bloody. 

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd 
Our Roman rites : Alarbus* limbs are lopt, 
And entrails feed the facrificing fire, 
Whose fmoke, like incenfe, doth perfume the iky. 
Remaineth nought, but to interr our brethren, 
And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. 

Tit. Let it be fo ; and let Andronicus 
Make this his lateft farewei to their fouls. 

[ Solemn ana warlike Musitt. 
Coffin lafd into the Tomb. 
In peace and honour reft you here, my fons ; 
Romis readieft champions, repose you here, 

5* here in reft, 






Titus Andronicus, 



Secure from worldly chances and mifhaps ! 
Here lurks no treason, here no envy fwells, 
Here grow no damned grudges ; here no ftorms, 
No noise, but filence and eternal fleep: 
In peace and honour reft you here, my fons ! 
Eater L A v i N i A , attended. 

LAV, In peace and honour live lord Titus long; 
My noble lord and father, live in fame ! 
Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears 
I render, for my brethren's obfequies ; 
And at thy feet I-kneel, with tears of joy 
Shed on the earth for thy return to Rome : 
O, blefs me here with thy victorious hand, 
Whose fortunes Rome's belt citizens applaud. 

TIT. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly reserv'd 

The cordial qf mine age to glad my heart! 

Lavinia, live ; out-live thy father's days, 
In fame's eternal date for virtue's praise ! 

Enter, from the Capitol, MARCUS ANDRONICUS, 
SATURNIKUS, BASSIANUS, andQthers. 

MAR. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, 
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! 

TIT. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. 

MAR. And welcome, nephews, from fucceffful wars, 
You that furvive, and you that fleep in fame ! 
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, 
That in your country's fervice drew your fwords : 
But fafer triumph is this funeral pornp \ 
That hath afpir'd to Solon's happinefs, 
And triumphs oyer chance in honour's bed. __, 
Titus Andronicui, the people of Rome, 
Whose friend in juftice thou haft ever been, 

1 * And Fame^ - 

U 4 



id Titus Andronlcus. 

Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trufl, 
This "|~ palliament of white and fpotlefs hue ; 
And name thee in eleftion for the empire, 
With these our late-deceafed emperor's fons : 
Be candidatus then, and put it on, 
And help to fet a head on headlefs Rome. 

Tif. A better head her glorious body fits, 
Than his, that makes for age and feeblenefs : 
What mould I don this robe, and trouble you ? 
Be chose with proclamations to day; 
To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, 
And fet abroad new businefs for you all ? 
Rome, I have been thy foldier forty years, 
And led my country's ftrength fucceflTully ; 
And bury'd one and twenty valiant fons, 
Knighted in field, flain manfully in arms, 
In right and fervice of their noble country : 
Give me a ftaff of honour for mine age, 
But not a fcepter to controul the world ; 
Upright he held it, lords, that held it laft. 

MJR. Titus, thou fhalt obtain and afk the empery. 

&*r. Proud and ambitious tribune, canft thou tell ? 

TiT. Patience, prince Saturnine. 

Sjtf. Romans, do me right ; 
Patricians, draw your fwords ; and fheath them not, 
'Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor : _ 
Andronicui, 'would thou wert fhipt to hell, 
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. 

Luc. Proud Saturnine! interrupter of the good 
That noble-minded 'Titus means to thee ! 

Tif. Content thee, prince ; I will reftore to thee 
The people's hearts, and wean them from themfelves. 

l choftn 2 3 Saturninut 



Titus Andronicus. II 

BJS . Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, 
But honour thee, and will do 'till I dye : 
My faftion if thou ftrengthen with thy friends, 
I will mod thankful be ; and thanks, to men 
Of noble minds, is honourable meed. 

TIT. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, 
I afk your voices and your fuffrages ; 
Will you beftow them friendly on Andronicus? 

Tri. To gratify the good Andronicus, 
And gratulate his fafe return to Rome, 
The people will accept whom he admits. 

TIT. Tribunes, I thank you : and this fuit I make, 
That you create your emperor's eldeft fon, 
Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope, 
Refledl on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, 
And ripen juftice in this common-weal : 
Then, if you will eleft by my advice, 
Crown him ; and fay, Long live our emperor / 

MAR. With voices and applause of every fort, 
Patricians, and plebeians, we create 
Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor, 
And fay, Long live our emperor Saturnine ! 

\FlouriJh ; and Shouts of, Long live, &c. 

S^rT. Titus AnJronicus, for thy favours done 
To us in our eleflion this day, 
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, 
And will with deeds requite thy gentlenefs : 
And, foranonfet, Titus, to advance 
Thy name, and honourable family, 
La<vinia will I make my emperefs, 
Rome's royal miftrefs, miftrefs of my heart, 
And in the facred Pantheon her efpouse : 

3 friend, 



f z Titus Andromcus. 

Tell me, Anaronicus., doth this motion please thee r 

TIT. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match, 
I hold me highly honour' d of your grace. 
And here, in fight of Ron.-, to Saturnine, 
King and commander of our common-weal, 
The widp world's emperor, do I confecrate 
My fword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; 
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : 
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, 
Mine honour's enfigns humbl'd at thy feet. 

Sjtr. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! 
Ho\v proud J am of thee, and of thy gifts, 
Rome fhall record ; and, when I do forget 
The leaft of these unfpeakable deserts, 
Romans, forget your fealty to me. 

TiT. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor , 

[to Tamora. 

To him that, for your honour and your ftate, 
Will use you nobly, and your followers. 

SAT. "A goodly lady, truft me; of the hue" 
" That I would choose, were I to choose anew. "__ 
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance ; 
Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, 
Thou com'ft not to be made a fcorn in Rome : 
Princely (hall be thy usage every way. 
Reft on my word, and let not difcontent 
Daunt all your hopes : Madam, he comforts you, 
Can make you greater than the queen of Goths. 
Lavinia, you are not difpleas'd with this ? 

LAV. Not J, my lord ; fith true nobility 
Warrants these words in princely courtefy. 

47*. Thanks, Tweet Lavinia Romans, let us.go : 



Titus Andronicus. 13 

' Ranfomlefs here we fet our prisoners free : 
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. 

\FlouriJh. Saturninus addrejfes Tamora. 

BAS. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. 
[ffixing Lavinia. 

TIT. How, fir ! Are you in earneft then, my lord ? 

BAS. Ay, ncble Titus ; and resolv'd withal, 
To do myfelf this reason and this right. 

MAS. Suumcuique, is our Rowan juftice: 
This prince in juftice feizeth but his own. 

Luc. And that he will, and {hall, if Luciuslive. 

TIT. Traitors, avaunt !_ Where is the emperor's 
Treason, my lord; Lasvinia is furpriz'd. {guard; 

SAT. Surpriz'd ! By whom i 

BAS. By him that juftly rrray 
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. 

[Exit, bearing C^LAVINIA ; MARCUS, and 
Titus' Sons, guarding them ; Mutius lajl. 

MuT. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, 
And with my fword I'll keep this door fafe. 

TIT. Follow, my lord, and I'll foon bring her back. 

MUT. My lord, you pafs not here. 

TIT. What, villain boy 1 \affallingkim. 

Bar'ft me my way in Rome? 

MuT. Help, Lucius, help '. [falls, and dies. 

Re-enter Lucius. 

Luc. My lord, you are unjuft ; and, more than fb, 
In wrongful quarrel you have flain your fon. 

TIT. Nor thou, nor he, are any fons of mine; 
My fons would never fo difhonour me : 
Traitor, reflore Lavinia to the emperor. 

Lvc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his wife, 



14 Titus Andronicus. 

That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. 

SjfT. No, "7 it us, no; the emperor needs her not, 
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy flock : 
I'll truft, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; 
Thee never, nor thy traiterous haughty fons, 
Confederates all thus to dimonourme. 
Was there none elfe in Rome to make a ftale of, 
But Saturnine.'' Full well, Andronicus, 
Agree these deeds, with that proud brag of thine, 
That faid'fl, I beg'd the empire at thy hands. 

Tir. Omonftrous! what reproachful words are these? 

SjT. But go thy ways, go, give that changing piece 
To him that lourim'd for her with his fword : 
A valiant fon-in-law thou malt enjoy ; 
One fit to bandy with thy lawlefs fons, 
To rufHe in the common-wealth of Rome. 

TIT, These words are razors to my wounded heart. 

Sjif. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen ofGotbsf 
That, like the ftately Ph<tle 'mongft her nymphs, 
Doft over-mine the gallant'ft dames of Rome, 
If thou be pleas'd with this my fudden choice, 
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, 
And will create thee emperefs of Rome. 
Speak, queen of Goths, doft thou applaud my choice ? 
And here I fwear by all the Roman gods, 
Sith prieft and holy water are fo near, 
And tapers burn fo bright, and every thing 
In readinefs for Hymemeus {lands, 
I will notrefalute the ftreets of Rome, 
Or climb my palace, 'till from forth this place 
I lead efpous'd my bride along with me. 

f. And here, in fight of heaven to Rome I fwear^ 

a* ftand 



Titus Andronicus. 15 

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths* 

She will a handmaid be to his desires, 

A loving nurfe, a mother to his youth. [p an y 

SAT. Afcend, fair queen, Pantheon : Lords, accoin- 

Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride ; 
Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, 
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered : 
There mall we confummate our fpousal rites. 

Exeunt SATURNINUS, and Followers, 

TAMORA, ^rSons, Aaron, Goths, &c. 
TiT. I am not bid to wait upon this bride : 
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, 
Dilhonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ? 
Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, QUJNTUS, 



MAR. O Titus, fee, o, fee what thou haft done f 
In a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon. 

TIT. No, foolifh tribune, no; no fon of mine, 
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed 
That hath diftionour'd all our family ; 
Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons ! 

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; 
Give Mutius burial with our bretheren. 

7/7". Traitors, away ; he refts not in this tomb. 
This monument five hundred years hath itood, 
Which I have fumptuoufly re-edify'd : 
Here none but foldiers, and Rome's fervitors, 
Repose in fame ; none bafely flain in brawls : 
Bury him where you can, he comes not here. 

MAR. My lord, this is impiety in you : 
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; 
He mult be bury'd with his bretheren. 

* Panthean 



16 Titus Andronicus. 

Qvi. MAR(. And mall, or him we will accompany. 

TiT. And mall ! What villain was it, fpake that word ? 

MAR'. He that would vouch 't in any place hut here. 

Tir. What, would you bury him in my defpight ? 

MAR. No, noble Titus ; but intreat of thee, 
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. 

TiT, Marcus, even thou haft ftrook upon my creft, 
And, with these boys, mine honour thou haft wounded: 
My foes I do repute you every one ; 
So trouble me no more, but get you gone. 

^ur. He is not with himlelf, let us withdraw! 

MAR*. Not I, 'till Mutius' bones be buried. 

[Marcus and Titus' Sons kneel to him. 

MAR. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead, 

MAR*. Father, and in that name doth nature fpeak,^ 

9Vr. Speak thou no more, if all the reft will fpeed. 

MAR. Renowned Titus, more than half my foul, 

Luc* Dear father, foul and fubftance of us all, 

MAR. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interr 
His noble nephew here in virtue's neft, 
That dy'd in honour and La'uinia's cause. 
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. 
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury 4jax 
That flew himfelf ; and wi.se Laertes' fon 
Did gracioufly plead for his funerals : 
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, 
Be bar'd his entrance here. 

TiT. Rise, Marcus, rise :_ 
The dismal'ft day is this, that e'er I faw, 

To be difhonour'd by my fons in Rome ! 

Well, bury him, and bury me the next. 

[Mutius put into the Tomb, 



Titus Andronicus. \j 

Luc. There lye thy bones, fweet Matins, with thy 
'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb ! _ [friends, 
No man fhed tears for noble Mutius ; 
He lives in fame, that dy'd in virtue's cause. 

nil. Ndman, tffr. [Tomb closed. 

MAR. My lord, to ftep out of these dreary dumps,"* 
How comes it, that the fubtle queen of Goths 
Is of a fudden thus advanc'd in Rome ? 

TIT. I know not, Marcus ; but, I know, it is; 
Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell : 
Is fhe not then beholding to the man, 
That brought her for this high good turn fo far ? 
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. 

Flcurijh. Enter, On one Side, 

S A T u R N I N u s , and his Train, =v:ith T A M o R A , 
Goths, &c. on the other, BASSIANUS, and his , 
ivit/j Lavinia. 

SAT. So, Bajfianus, you have play'd your prize ; 
God give you joy, fir, of your gallant bride. 

BAS. And you of yours, my lord : I fay no more 
Ncr wifh no lefs ; and fo I take my leave. 

SAT. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, 
Thou and thy faftion fhall repent this rape. 

BAS. Rape, call you it, my lord, to feize my own, 
My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ? 
But let the laws of Rome determine all ; 
Mean while I am pofleft of that is mine. 

S^T. 'Tis good, fir- You are very Ihort with us ; 
But, if we live, we'll be as fliarp with you. 

BJS. My lord, what I have done, as beft I may, 
Anfwer I muft, and mall do with my life. 
Only thus much I give your grace to know: 



18 Titus Andronicas. 

By all the duties that I owe to Rome, 

This noble gentleman, lord Titus here, 

Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd ; 

That, in the refcue of Lavinia, 

With his own hand did flay his youngeft fon, 

In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath 

To be controul'd in that he frankly gave : 

Receive him then to favour, Saturnine, 

That hath expreff'd himfelf, in all his deeds, 

A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome. 

TIT. Prince BaJJianus, leave to plead my deeds ; 
'Tis thou, and ~f those, that have difhonour'd me : 
Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, 
How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine ! 

T^iu. My worthy lord, if ever T amor a 
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, 
Then hear me fpeak indifferently for all, 
And at my fuit, fweet, pardon what is part. 

SAT, What, madam ! be difhonour'd openly, 
And bafely put it up without revenge ? 

TAM . Not fo, my lord ; The gods of Rome forefend, 
I mould be author to difhonour you ! 
But on mine honour dare I undertake 
For good lord Titui innocence in all, 
Whose fury, not diflembl'd, fpeaks his griefs : 
Then, at my fuit, look gracioufly on him ; 
Lose not fo noble a friend on vain fuppose, 
Nor with four looks afflift his gentle heart. 
' My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at laft, " 
"Diflemble all your griefs, and difcontents :" 
" You are but newly planted in your throne ; " 
'Left then the people, and patricians too," 



Titus Andronicus. 19 

Upon ajuft furvey, take Titus' part," 
And fo fupplant us for ingratitude*, " 
' (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous fin) " 
[ Yield at intreats, and then let me alone : " 
' I'll find a day to mafTacre them all, " 
' And rafe their faclion, and their family, " 
' The cruel father, and his trait'rous fons, " 
'To whom I fued for my dear fon's life ; " 
' And make them know, what 'tis to let a qneen" 
' Kneel in the ftreets, and beg for grace in vain." 

Come, come, fweet emperor, come, Andronicus, 

Take up this <good old man, and chear the heart 
That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown. 

SAT. Rise, Titus, ~j~rise ; my emprefs hath prevail'd. 
TiT. I thank your majefty, and her, my lord : 
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. 

TAM. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, 
A Roman now adopted happily, 
And muft advise the emperor for his good. 
This day all quarrels dye, Andronicus; _ 
And let it be mine honour, good my lord, 
That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. _ 
For you, prince BaJJianus, I have pafTd 
My word and promise to the emperor, 
That you will be more mild and traftable. _ 

And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia; 

By my advife, all-humbl'd on your knees, 
You mail aflc pardon of his majejty. 

Luc. We do ; and vow to heaven, and to his highnefs, 
That, what we did, was mildly, as v/e might, 
Tend'ring our fifter's honour, and our own. 
MAR . That on mine honour here I do proteH. 

VOL. VIII. X 



20 Titus Andronicus. 

SJT. Away, and talk not ; trouble us no more. 

TA M. Nay, nay, fweet emperor, we muft all be friends : 
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace ; 
I will not be deny'd, fweet heart, look back. 

SAT. Marcus, for thy fake, and thy brother's here. 
And at my lovely famora's intreats, 
I do remit these young men's heinous faults : 
Stand"f up 

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, 
I found a friend ; and fure as death I fwore, 
I would not part a batchelor from the prieft. 
Come, if the emperor's court can feaft fevo bride?, 
You are my gueft, Lavinia, and your friends : _ 
This day mall be a love-day, Tamora. 

7/r. To-morrow an it please your majefty 
To hunt the panther and the hart with me, 
With hound and horn we'll give your grace bonjour. 

SAT. Be it fo, Titus t and gramercy too. 

{Flourijb. Exeunt. 

ACT II. 

SCENE I. The fame. Before the Palace. 
Ehter AARON. 

AAR. Now climbeth Tatnora Olympus' top, 
Safe out of fortune's (hot ; and fits aloft, 
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flam ; 
Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. 
As when the golden fun falutes the morn, 
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, 
Gallops the zodiack in his glifl'ring coach, 



Titus Andronicas. 31 

And overlooks the higheft-peering hills : 

So T" amor a ' ~~ 

Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, 

And virtue Hoops and trembles at her frown. 

Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, 

To mount aloft with thy imperial miftrefs, 

And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long 

Haft prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains ; 

And fafter bound to Aaron 's charming eyes, 

Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucafus. 

Away with fiavifh weeds, and idle thoughts ! 

I will be brigh^, and fliine in pearl and gold, 

To wait upon this new-made emperefs. 

To wait, faid I ? to wanton with this queen, 

This goddefs, this Semiramis ; this nymph, 

This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, 

And fee his fhipwreck, and his common-weal's. 

Hola ! what ftorm is this ? 

Enter CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, braving, 

DEM. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, 
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd, 
And may, for aught thou know'ft, affected be. 

CHI. Demetrius, thou dolt overween in all ; 
And fo in this, to bear me down with braves. 
'Tis not the difference of a year, or two, 
Makes me lefs gracious, thee more fortunate : 
I am as able, and as fit, as thou, 
To ferve, and to deserve my miftrefs' grace ; 
And that my fword upon thee fliall approve, 
And plead my paffions for Lavinia's love. 

JAR. Clubs ! clubs Itheseloverswillnotkeepthe peace. 

DEM. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, 

J 5 th's Queene, | This Syren, l6 gracious, or thee 

X 2 



4& Titus Andronicas. 

Gave yon a dancing rapier by your fide, 
Are you fo defperate grown to thrtat your friends ? 
Go to ; have ycur lath glew'd within your fheath, 
'Till you know better how to handle it. 

C MI. Mean while, fir, with the little fkill I have, 
Full well (halt thoo perceive how much I dare, [draws. 

DEM. Ay, boy, grow ye fo brave?. [dr&wstoo. 

A AX. . Why, how now, lords ? {interposing. 

So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, 
And maintain fuch a quarrel openly ? 
Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge ; 
I would not, for a million of gold, 
The cause were known to them it moft concerns : 
Nor would your noble mother, for much more, 
Be fo diihonour'd in the court of Rome . 
For fhame, put up. 

DEM. Not I ; 'till I have meath'd 
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, 
Thrufl these reproachful fpeeches down his throat, 
That he hath breath'd in my dimonour here. 

CHI. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd. 
Foul-fpoken coward ! that thunder'ft with thy tongue, 
And with thy weapon nothing dar'ft perform. 

AAR . Away, I fay \beating d&nvn their Swords, 
Now by the gods that warlike Goths adore, 
This petty brabble will undo us all. _ 
Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous 
It is, to jet upon a prince's right ? 
What, is La--vinia then become fo loofe, 
Or BaJJiar.us fo degenerate, 
That for her love fuch quarrels may be broach t. 
Without controulment, juftice, or revenge : 



Titus Andr&nicus. 23 

Yoang lords, beware ! an fhould the emprefs know 
This difcord's ground, the musick would not please. 

CHI, I care not, I, knew me and all the world ; 
I love Lavinia more than all the world. [choice; 

DEM. Youngling, learn thou to make fome meaner 
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. 

AAR . Why, are ye mad ? or know ye not, in Rome 
How furious and impatient they be, 
And cannot brook competitors in love? 
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths 
By this device. 

CBI. Aarcn, a thousand deaths 
Would I propose, to atcliieve her whom I love. 

AAR. To atchieve her ! How r 

DEM. Why mak'ft thou it fo ftrange ? 
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; 
She is a woman, therefore may be won; 
She is Lavinia, therefore muft be lov'd. 
What, man ! more water glideth by the mill 
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is, 
Of a cut loaf to fteal a ihive, we know: 
Though Bajjtanus be the emperor's brother, 
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. 

AAR. " Ay, and as good as Saturtiinus may." [it 

DEM. Then why mould he defpair, that knows to court 
With words, fair looks, and liberality r 
What, haft not thou full often {truck a doe, 
And born her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? 

AAR. Why then, it feems, fome certain match or fo 
Would ferve your turns. 

CHI. Ay, fo the turn were ferv'd. 

DEM. Aaron, thou haft hit it. 

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24 Titus Andronicus. 

AAR . 'Would you had hit it too ; 
Then mould not we be tir'd with this ado. 
Why, hark ye, hark ye ; And are you fuch fools, 
To fquare for this ? Would it offend you then, 
That both mould fpeed ? 

CHI. 3Tfaith, not me. 

DEM. Nor me, fo I were one. 

A AH. For fhame, be friends; and join for that you jar. 
'Tis policy and ftratagem muft do 
That you affeft ; and fo muft you resolve ; 
That, what you cannot, as you would, atchieve, 
You muft perforce accomplim as you may. 
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaft 
Than this La<vinia, Bajfianus' love. 
A fpeedier courfe than ling'ring languifhment 
Muft we purfue, and I have found the path. 
My lords, a folemn hunting is in hand ; 
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop : 
The foreft walks are wide and fpacious ; 
And many unfrequented plots there are, 
Fitted by kind for rape and villany : 
Single you thither then this dainty doe, 
And ftrike her home by force, if not by words : 
This way, or not at all, ftand you in hope. 
Come, come, our emprefs, with her facred wit, 
To villany and vengeance confecrate, 
Will we acquaint with all that we intend ; 
And me (hall file our engines with advice, 
That will not fuffer you to fquare yourfelves, 
But to your willies' height advance you both. 
The emperor's court is like the houfe of fame, 
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : 

*5 coiirfe this ling- 



Titus Andronicus. 25 

The woods are ruthlefs, dreadful, deaf, and. dull ; 
There fpeak, andilrike, brave boys, and take your turns; 
There ferve your luft, fhadow'd from heaven's eye, 
And revel inLa-vinia's treasury. 

CHI. Thy counfel, lad, fmells of no cowardife. 

DEM. Sit fas, aut nefas, 'till I find the ftream 
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, 
Per Styga, per manes <uebor. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. ACbacenearRome. Court before a Lodge. 
Horns, and Cry of Hounds, heard. EnterTirvs, 
and Train of Hunters, &c. MARCUS, Lucius, 

Quintus, ami Martius. 

TIT. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, 
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green : 
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, 
And wake the emperor, and his lovely bride, 
And rouse the prince ; and ring a hunter's peal, 
That all the court may echo with the noise. 
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, 
To attend the emperor's perfon carefully : 
I have been troubl'd in my fleep this night, 
But dawning day new comfort hath infpir'd._ 

Hunters 'wind a Peal. 

Enter SATURNINUS, Tamora, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, 
Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and Train. 

Many good morrows to your majefty ; 

Madam, to you as many and as good ! 

I promised your grace a hunter's peal. 

SAT. And you have rung it luflily, my lords, 
Somewhat too early for new-marry'd ladies. 
BAS. Lavinia, how fay you ? 

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26 Thus Andronicus. 

LAV. I fay, no ; 
I have been broad awake two hours and more. 

SAT. Come on then, horfe and chariots let us have, 
And to our fport : _ Madam, now fhall ye fee 
Our Roman hunting. 

MAR. I have dogs, my lord, 
Will rouse the proudeft panther in the chafe, 
And climb the higheft promontory top. 

Tif. And 1 have horfe will follow where the game 
Makes way, and run like fwallowso'er the plain. 

DEM. "Chiron, we huntnot,we,with horfe nor hound," 
"But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. " [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. r be fame: A desert Part of it. 
Enter AARON, luitb a Bag of Gold, 'which he hides. 

A AH. He, that had wit, would think, that I had none, 
To bury fo much gold under a tree, 
And never after to inherit it. 
Let him, that thinks of me fo abjeftly, 
Know that this gold muft coin a ftratagem ; 
Which, cunningly effe&ed, will beget 
A very excellent piece of villany : 
And fo repose, fweet gold, for their unreft, 
That have their alms out of the emprefs' cheft. 
Enter TAMORA. 

TAM. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'ft thou fad, 
When every thing doth make a gleeful boaft ? 
The birds chaunt melody on every bufh ; 
The fnake lies rowled in the chearful fun ; 
The green leaves quiver with the cooling \vind, 
And make a chequer'd fhadow on the ground : 
Under their fweet made, Aaron, let us fit ; 



Titus Andronicus. 27 

And, whilft the bablingecho mocks the hounds, 

Replying fhrilly to the well-tun'd horns, 

As if a double hunt were heard at once, 

Let us fit down, and mark their yelling noise : 

And, after conflict, fuch as was fuppos'd 

The wandring prince and Dido once enjoy'd, 

When with a happy ftorm they were furpriz'd, 

And curtain'd with a counfel-keeping cave, ~~ 

We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, 

Our paftimesdone, possefs a golden flumber; 

While hounds, and horns, and fweet melodious birds, 

Be unto us as is a nurfe's fong 

Of lullaby, to bring her babe afleep. 

AJIR . Madam, though Venus govern your desires, 
Saturn is dominator over mine : 
What fignifies my deadly-ftanding eye, 
My filence, and my cloudy melancholy ? 
My fleece of wooly hair, that now uncurls, 
Even as an adder, when me doth unrowl 
To do fome fatal execution ? 
No, madam, these are r.o venereal figns ; 
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, 
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. 
Hark, Tamora, the emprefs of my foul, 
Which never hopes more heaven than refts in thee, ' 
This is the day of doom for Bajpanus ; 
His Philomel muft lose her tongue to-day, 
Thy fons make pillage of her chaftitv, ' 
And warn their hands in Bajfianus' blood. 
See'ft thou this y letter ? take it up, I pray thee, 
And give the king this fatal-plotted fcrowl ; 
Now (jueftion me no more, we are efpy'd ; 

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28 Titus Andromcus. 

Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, 
Which dreads not yet their lives' deftruftion. 
Enter BASSIANUS, and LAVIKI A. 

TAM. Ah, my fweet Moor, fweeter to me than life ! 

AAR* No more, great emprefs ; Bajfianus comes : 
Be crofs with him ; and I'll go fetch thy fons, 
To back thy quarrels, whatfoe'er they be. 

[Exit AARON, 

BAS. Who have we here ? Rome's royal emperefs, 
Unfurnim'd of her well-befeeming troop ? 
Or is it Dian, habited like her ; 
Who hath abandoned her holy groves, 
To fee the general hunting in this foreft? 

TAM. Saucy controuler of our private fteps ! 
Had I the power, that, fome fay, Dian had, 
Thy temples mould be planted presently 
With horns, as were Afieeon's ; and the hounds 
Should drive upon thy new-tranfformed limbs, 
Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! 

LAV. Under your patience, gentle emperefs, 
'Tis thought, you have a goodly gift in horning ; 
And to be doubted, that your Moor and you 
Are fingl'd forth to try experiments : 
Jove (hield your husband from his hounds to-day! 
'Tis pity, they mould take him for a flag. 

BAS. Believe me, queen, your fwarth Cimmerian 
Doth make your honour of his body's hue, 
Spotted, detefted, and abhominable. 
Why are you fequefter'd from all your train ? 
Difmounted from your fnow-white goodly Heed, 
And wander'd hither to an obfcure plot, 
Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, 

1 quarrell ' of our well * < as w as At- * 8 upon his new 



Tkus Aodronicus. tq 

If foul desire bad not conduced you ? 

LAV . And, being intercepted in your fport, 
Great reason that my noble lord be rated 
For faucinefs* _ I pray you, let us hence, 
And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love; 
This valley fits the purpose pafiing well. 

BAS. The king my brother (hall have note of this. 

LAV. Ay, for these flips have made him noted long : 
Good king! to be fo mightily abus'd ! 

TAM. Why have I patience to endure all this ? 

Enter CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS. [ther? 

DEM. How now, dear fovereign, and our gracious mo- 
Why doth your highnefs look fo pale and wan ? 

TAM. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? 
These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place ; 
A bare detefted vale, you fee, it is : 
The trees, though fummer, yet forlorn and lean, 
O'ercome with mofs, and baleful miflelto : 
Here never mines the fun ; here nothing breeds, 
Unlefs the nightly owl, or fatal raven. 
And, when they fhow'd me this abhorred pit, 
They told me, here, at dead time of the night, 
A thousand fiends, a thousand hifling fnakes, 
Ten thousand fvvelling toads, as many urchins, 
Would make fuch fearful and confused cries, 
As any mortal body, hearing it, 
Should ftraight fall mad, or elfe dye fuddenly. 
No fooner had they told this hellifh tale, 
But ftraight they told me, they would bind me here 
Unto the body of a dismal yew, 
And leave me to this miserable death. 
And then they call'd me, foul adulterefs, 

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3 Titus Andrbnicas. 

Lafcivioas Goth, and all the bittereft terms 
That ever ear did hear to fuch effeft. 
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, 
This vengeance on me had they executed : 
Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, 
Or be not henceforth call'd my children. 

DEM. This~f~isawitnefs,thatlamthy fon. [ftrength. 

CHI, And this ~|~ for me ; ftrook home to (hew my 
\_ftabingjud.ienly Baffianus ; <wbo falls. 

LAV. I come, Semiratais, nay, barbarous Tamora ; 
For no name fits thy nature but thy own ! 

TAM. Give methyponiard; you (hall know, my boys, 

Your mother's hand mall right your mother's wrong. 

DEM . Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her ; 
Firft thrafh the corn, then after burn the ftraw. 
This minion ftocd upon her chaftity, 
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, 
And with that paint now braves your mightinefs : 
And fhall fhe carry this unto her grave ? 

CHI. An if (he do, I would I were an eunuch. 
rBrag hence her husband to fome fecret hole, 
And make his dead trunk pillow to our luft. 

TAM. But, when you have the honey you desire, 
Let not this wafp out-live, us both to ding. 

CHI. I warrant you, madam; we will make that fure._ 
Come, miftrefs, now perforce we will enjoy 
That nice-preserved honefty of yours. 

LAV. O, Tamora ! thou bear'ft a woman's face, ~ 

TAM. I will not hear her fpeak ; away with her. 

LAV. Sweet lords, iutrcat her hear me but a word, 

DEM. Liften, fair madam : let it be your glory, 
TO fee her tears ; but be your heart to them, 

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Titus Andronicus. 31 

.As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. 

LAV, When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam ? 
O, do not learn her wrath ; me taught it thee : 
The milk, thou fuck'dft from her, did turn to marble; 

E'en at thy teat thou hadft thy tyranny 

Yet every mother breeds not fons alike ; 

Do thou entreat her mew a woman pity. [baftard ? 

CHI. What, would'ft thou have me prove myfelf a 

LAV. 'Tistrue; the raven doth not hatch a lark: 
Yet have I heard, (o, could I find it now !) 
The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure 
To have his princely paws par'd all away. 
Some fay, that ravens foikr forlorn children, 
The whilft their own birds famifh in their nefts : 
O, be to me, though thy hard heart fay no, 
Nothing fo kiiid, butfomething pitiful ! 

TAM. I know not what it means; away with her. 

LAV. O, let me teach thee : for my father's fake,-" 
That gave thee life, when well he might have flain thee, 
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. 

TAM. Had'ft thou in perfon ne'er offended me, 

Even for his fake am I now pitilefs : 

Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, 
To fave your brother from the facrifice ; 
But fierce Andronicus would not relent: 
Therefore away with her, use her as you will ; 
The worfe to her, the better lov'd of me. 

LAV. O T'amora, be call'd a gentle queen, 
And with thine own hands kill me in this place : 
For 'tis not life, that 1 have beg'd fo long ; 
Poor I was flain, when Baffianm dy'd. 

TAM. What beg'ft thou then ? fond woman, let me go. 

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32 Titus Andronicuj. 

LAV. "Tis present death, I beg ; and one thing more, 
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : 
O, keep me from their worfe-than-killing luft} 
And tumble me into fome loathfom pit, 
"Where never man's eye may behold my body : 
Do this, and be a charitable murderer. 

TjtM. So mould I rob my fweet fons of their fee : 
No, let them fatiffy their lull on thee. 

DEM. Away ; for thou hail ilay'd us here too long. 

LAV. No grace? no womanhood? Ah beaftly creature f 
The blot and enemy to our general name ! 
Confusion fall, [her husband ; 

CHI. Nay, then I'll flop your mouth :_ Bring thou 
This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. 

[DfiM. throws the Body ofEzf. into the Pit : 
Exeunt be and CHI. dragging off LAV. 

TAM. Farewel, my fons : fee, that you make her fure : 

Ne'er let my heart know merry chear indeed, 

J Till all the Andronici be made away. 

Now will I hence, to feek my lovely Moor ; 

And let my fpleenful fons this trull deflour. [Exit. 

SCENE IV. The fame 

Enter AARON, nuith QUINTUS and MARTIUS. 
AAR . Come on, my lords ; the better foot before t 
Straight will I bring you to the loathfom pit, 
Where lefpy'd the panther faftafleep. 

Qyi. My fight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. 
MARI. And mine, I promise you : were it not for fhame, 
Well could I leave our fport to fleep a while. 

[falls into the Pit. 
Qui. What, art thou fall'n ? What fubtle hole is this, 



Titus Andronicus. 33 

Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars ; 
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-lhed blood, 
As frefh as morning's dew diftill'd on flowers r 

A very fatal place it feems to me : 

Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall ? 

MAR*. O, brother, with the dismaleft object, 
That ever eye with fight made heart lament. 

AAR. " Now will I fetch the king, to find them here;'* 
" That he thereby may have a likely guefs, " 
"How these were they that made away his brother." 

[Exit AARON. 

MARt. Why doft not comfort me, and help me out 
From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole ? 

Qvi. I am furprized with an uncouth fear : 
A chilling fweat o'er-runs my trembling joints ; 
My heart fufpecls more than mine eye can fee. 

MAR'. To prove thou haft a true-divining heart, 
Aaron and thou look down into this den, 
And fee a fearful fight of blood and death. 

Qyi. Aaron is gone ; and my compaflionate heart 
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold 
The thing, whereat it trembles by furmise : 
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er 'till now 
Was I a child, to fear I know not what. 

MAR*. Lord Bajfianus lies embrued here, 
All on a heap, like to a flaughter'd lamb, 
In this detefted, dark, blood-drinking pit. 

>ui. If it be dark, how doft thou know 'tis he r 

MAR*. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear 
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole ; 
Which, like a taper in ibme monument, 
Doth, fhine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, 

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34 Titus Andronicos. 

And fliews the ragged entrails of this pit : 
So pale did fliiiie the moon on Pyramus, 
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood : 

brother, help me with thy fainting hand, 
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, 
Out of this fell devouring receptacle, 

As hateful as Cocytus 1 mifty mouth. 

Qyi. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; 
Or, wanting ftrength to do thee fo much good, 

1 may be pluck'd into the fwallowing womb 
Of this deep pit, poor BaJJianus 1 grave. 

I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink. 

MAR ( . Nor 1 no ftrength to climb without thy help. 

^ui. Thy hand once more ; I will not loofe again, 
'Till thou art here aloft, or I below : 
Thou canft not come to me, I come to thee. [falls in. 
Enter SATURNINUS, and AARON. 

SAT. Along with me : I'll fee what hole is here ; 

And what he is, that now is leapt into it 

Say, who art thou, that lately didft defcend 
Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? 

MAR*. The unhappy fon of old Andronicus ; 
Brought hither in a moft unlucky hour, 
To find thy brother BaJJianus dead. 

SAT. My brother dead ! I know, thou doft but jeft : 
He and his lady both are at the lodge, 
Upon the north-fide of this pleasant chafe; 
'Tis not an hour fince J left him there. 

MAR'. We know not where you left him all alive, 
But, out-alas ! here have we found him dead. 

Enter TAMORA, attended; TITUS, and Lucius. 
. Where is my lord the king ? 



Titus Andronicus. 35 

5^r. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. 

TJM. Where is thy brother BaJJianus ? 

SA f. Now to the bottom doft thou fearch my wound ; 
Poor Baffianus here lies murthered. 

TAM. Then all too late I bring this =f= fatal writ, 
The complot of this timelefs tragedy ; 
And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold 
In pleasing finiles fuch murd'rous tyranny. 

SAT. [reads. ,] An if we ml ft to meet him handfomly ) ~~ 

Siveet huntsman, Baffianus 'tis, ive mean, 

Do thou jo much as dig the grave for him ; 

Thou kno--ujft our meaning: look for thy reward 

Among the nettles at the elder-tree, 

Which eijerjhades the mouth of that fame pit, 

Where <we decreed to bury Baffianus. 

Do this, and purchafe us thy lofting friends. 

O, Tamora, was ever heard the like ! 

This is the pit, and this the elder-tree : 
Look, firs, if you can find the huntsman out, 
That fhould have murther'd BaJJianus here. 

AAR. My gracious lord, here"]" is the bag of gold. 

SAT. Two of thy whelps, [to Tit.] fell curs ofbloody 

Have here bereft my brother of his life : [kind, 

Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ; 
There let them bide, until we have devis'd 
Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. 

TAM. What, are they in this pit ? O wondrous thing ! 
How easily murder is difcovered ! 

'TiT. High emperor, upon my feeble knee 
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly med, 
That this fell fault of my accurfed fons, 
(Accurfed, if the fault beprov'din them) 

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36 Titus Andronicus. 

47. If it be prov'd ! you fee, it is apparent.. 
Who found this letter ? Tamora, was it you ? 
TAM. Andronicui himfelf did take it up. 
TiT. I did, my lord : yet let me be their bail : 
For by my father's reverend tomb I vow, 
They mall be ready, at your highnefs' will, 
To anfwer their fufpicion with their lives. 

SAT. Thou malt not bail them: fee, thou follow me: 
Some bring the murther'd body, fome the murtherers : 
Let them not fpeak a word, the guilt is plain ; 
For, by my foul, were there worfe end than death, 
That end upon them mould be executed. 

[ Attendants draw Quintus, aWMartius, out 
of the Pit, and the Body o/"Baffianus j and 
Exeunt, bearing them off. 
TAM. Andronicui, I will entreat the king ; 
Fear not thy fons, they (hall do well enough. 

[Exeunt SAT. TAM. AAR. and Train. 

Tit. Come, Lucius, come ; ftay not to talk with them. 

\Exeunt TITUS, and Lucius. 

SCENEV. The fame. 

Enter CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, 

<witb Lavinia, ravijht ; her Hands cut off, 

and her Tongue cut cut. 

DEM. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can fpeak, 
Who 'twas, that cut thy tongue, and ravim'd thee. 

CHI. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning fo, 
An if thy flumps will let thee play the fcribe. 

DEM. See, how with figns and tokens fhe can fcowl. 
CHI. Go home, call for fweet water, wafh thy hands. 
DEM. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to warn ; 



Titus Andronicus. 37 

And fo let's leave her to her filent walks. 

CHI. An 'twere my cause, I mould go hang myfelf. 

DEM. Ifthou hadft hands to help thee knit the cord. 
[Exeunt CHIRON, WDEMETRius. 
Horns within : La.\ima.Jtarts, and is making 
from them ; Enter MARCUS. 

MAR . Who's this,- my niece ? that flies away fo fait ? 
Cousin, a word; Where is your husband ?_ 
Ifl do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me ! 
If I do wake, fome planet ftrike me down, 
That I may flumber in eternal fleep ! _ 
Speak, gentle niece, what ftern ungentle hand 
Hath lop'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare 
Of her two branches ? those fweet ornaments, 
Whose circling fhadows kings have fought to fleep in ; 
And might not gain fo great a happinefs, 
As half thy love ? Why doft not fpeak to me ? 
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, 
Like to a bubbling fountain ftir'd with wind, 
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, 
Coming and going with thy honey breath. 
But, fure, fome Tereus hath defldured thee ; 
And, left thou mould'ft deleft him, cut thy tongue. 
Ah, now thou turn'ft away thy face for fliame ; 
And, notwithstanding all this lofs of blood, 
As from a conduit, with three ifTuing fpouts, 
Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titans face, 
Bluming to be encounter'd with a cloud. 
Shall I fpeak for thee : fhall 1 fay, 'tis fo ? 
O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beaft, 
That 1 might rail at him to ease my mind ! 
Sorrow concealed, like an oven ftopt, 

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58 Titus Andronicirs. 

Doth born the heart to cinders where it is. 

Fair Philomela fhe but loft her tongue, 

And in a tedious fampler few'd her mind : 

But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; 

A craftier Tereus haft thou met withal ; 

And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, 

That could have better few'd than Philomel. 

O, had the monfter feen those lilly hands 

Tremble, like afpen leaves, upon a lute, 

And make the filken firings delight to kifs them, 

He would not then have touch'd them for his life. 

Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, 

Which that fweet tongue hath made ; 

He would have dropt his knife, and fell afleepi, 

As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. 

Come, let us go, and make thy father blind ; 

For fuch a fight will blind a father's eye : 

One hour's ftorm will drown the fragrant meads ; 

What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes ? 

Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; 

O, could our mourning ease thy misery ! 

[Exit, 'with Lavinia. 



ACT III. 

SCENE I. Rome. A Street. 
Enter Senators, Tribunes, &c. and Officers ofjuftiee, 
with Quintus and Martius, bound, pajfing to Execu- 
tion; TITUS before, pleading. 

<T/r. Hear me, grave fathers ! noble tribunes, (lay ! 
For pity of mine age, whose youth was fpent 



Titus Andronicns. $$ 

In dangerous wars, whilft you fecurely flept ; 
For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel fhed ; 
For all the frofty nights that I have watch'd ; 
And for these bitter tears, which now you fee 
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks ; 
Be pitiful to my .condemned fons, 
Whose fouls are not corrupted as 'tis thought ! 
For two and twenty fons I never wept, 
Because they dy'd in honour's lofty bed : 
Fox these, these, tribunes, in the duft I write 

[throwing himfelf on the Ground* 
My heart's deep languor, and my foul's fad tears. 
\_Tfitunest &c. pfijs Titas, and Exeunt nvith the Prisoners.* 
Let my tears ftanch the earth's dry appetite ; 
My fons' fweet blood will make it fhame and blufh. 
O earth, t will befriend thee more with rain, 
That (hall diltil from these two ancient urns, 
Than youthful April (hall with all his mowers : 
In Cummer's drought, I'll drop upon thee ftill; 
In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the mew, 
And keep eternal fpring-time on thy face, 
So thou refuse to drink my dear fons' blood. 

Enter Lucius, ivith his Sward drawn. 
Q reverend tribunes \ gentle, aged men! 
Unbind my fons, reverfe the doom of death j 
And let me fay, that never wept before, 
My tears are now prevailing orators. 

Luc. O noble father, you lament in vain ; 
The tribunes hear you not, no man is by, 
And you recount your forrows to a ftone. 

Tif. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead ; 
Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. 

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40 Titus Andronicus. 

Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you fpeak. 

7/7*. Why, 'tis no matter, man: [rises.] if they did hear, 
They would not mark me ; or, if they did mark, 
All bootlefs unto them, they would not pity me. 
Therefore I tell my forrows to the ftones ; 
Who, though they cannot anfvver my diflrefs, 
Yet in fome fort are better than the tribunes, 
For that they will not intercept my tale : 
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet 
Receive my tears, and feem to weep with me ; 
And, were they but attired in grave weeds, 
Rome could afford no tribune like to these. 
A ftone is foft as wax, tribunes more hard than ftones : 
A ftone is filent, and offendeth not ; 
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. 
But wherefore ftand'ft thou with thy weapon drawn ? 

Luc. To refcue my two brothers from their death : 
For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd 
My everlafting doom of banimment. 

TIT. O happy man ! they have befriended thee. 
Why, foolifti Lucius, doft thou not perceive, 
That Rome is but a wildernefs of tigers ? 
Tigers muft prey ; and Rome affords no prey, 
But me, and mine : How happy art thou then, 
From these devourers to be baniftied? 
But who comes with our brother Marcus here ? 
Enter MARCUS, aW Lavinia. 

MJR , Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep ; 
Or, if not fo, thy noble heart to break ; 
I bring confuming fcrrow to thine age. 

TIT, Will it confume me? let me fee it then. 

MJR. This ~f was thy daughter. 

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Titus Andromcus. 41 

TIT. Why, Marcus, fo (he is. 

Luc. Ah me ! this object kills me ! 

TIT. Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.-. 
Speak, my La--vinia, what accurfed hand 
Hath made thee handlefs in thy father's fight ? 
What fool hath added water to the fea ? 
Or brought a faggot to bright- burning Trey? 
My grief was at the height, before thou cam'fl; 
And now, like Nilus, it difdaineth bounds. 
Give me a fword, I'll chop off my hands too : 
For they have fought for Rome , and all in vain ; 
And they have nurf'd this woe, in feeding life; 
In bootlefs prayer have they been held up, 
And they have ferv'd me to effeftlefs ufe : 
Now, all the fervice I require of them 
Is, that the one will help to cut the other. _ 
'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou haft no hands ; 
For hands, to do Rome fervice, is but vain. 

Luc. Speak, gentle fifter, who hath martyr'd thee ? 

MAR. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, 
That blab'd them with fuch pleasing eloquence, 
Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage ; 
Where, like a fweet melodious bird, it fung 
Sweet-vary'd notes, enchanting every ear. 

Luc. O, fay thou for her, who hath done this deed? 

MAR. O, thus I found her, ftraying in the park, 
Seeking to hide herfelf ; as doth the deer, 
That hath receiv'd -fome unrecuring wound. 

Tif. It was my deer ; and he, that wounded her, 
Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me dead : 
For now I ftand as one upon a rock, 
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42 Titus Andronicus. 

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, 

Expecting ever when fome envious furge 

Will in his brinifti bowels fwallow him. 

This way to death my wretched fons are gone ; 

Here ftands my other fon, a banifli'd man ; 

And here my brother, weeping at my woes : 

But that, which gives my foul the greateit fpurn, 

Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my foul. _ 

Had I but feen thy picture in this plight, 

It would have madded me ; What mall 1 do, 

Now I behold thy lively body fo ? 

Thou haft no hands, to wipe away thy tears ; 

Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee : 

Thy husband he is dead ; and, for his death, 

Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this : _- 

Look, Marcus! ah, fon Lucius, look on her! 

When I did name her brothers, then freih tears 

Stood on her cheeks ; as doth the honty dew 

Upon a gather'd lilly almoft wither'd. [husband : 

MAR. Perchance, fhe weeps because they kill'd her 
Perchance, because (he knows them innocent. 

TIT. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful, 
Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them. _ 
No, no, they would not do fo foul a deed ; 
Witnefs the forrow that their fifter makes 
Gentle Lavinia, let me kifs thy lips ; 
Or make fome lign how I may do thee ease : 
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, 
And thou, and I, fit round about fome fountain ; 
Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks 
How they are ftain'd; like meadows, yet not dry 
With miry flime left on them by a flood ? 

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Titus Andronicus. 43 

And in the fountain fhall we gaze fo long, 
'Till the frefh tafte be taken from that clearnefs, 
And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears ? 
Or fhall we cut away our hands, like thine ? 
Or fhall we bite our tongues, and in dumb mews 
Pafs the remainder of our hateful days ? 
What fhall we do : let us, that have our tongues, 
Plot fome devife of further misery, 
To make us wonder'd at in time to come. 

Luc. Sweet father, ceafe your tears; for, at your grief, 
See, how my wretched filter fobs and weeps. [eyes. 

MAR. Patience, dear niece ; good 'Titus, dry thine 

TIT. Ah, Marcus, Marcus, brother, well I wote, 
Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, 
For thou, poor man, haft drown'd it with thine own. 
Luc. Ah, my La<vinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. 
TIT. Mark, Marcus, mark ! I underftand her figns : 
Had fhe a tongue to fpeak, now would me fay 
That to her brother which I faid to thee ; 
His napkin, with his true tear? all bewet, 
Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks. 
O, what a fympathy of woe is this ! 
As far from help as limbo is from blifs. 

Enter AARON. 

AAR. Titus AnJronicus, my lord the emperor 
Sends thee this word, That, if thou love thy fons, 
LetMarcuj, Lucius, or thyfelf, old Titut, 
Or any one of you, chop ofFyour hand, 
And fend it to the king : he, for the fame, 
Will fend thee hither both thy fons alive; 
And that fhall be the ranfom for their fault. 
TIT. O gracious emperor ! O gentle Aaron! 

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44 Titus Andronicus. 

Did ever raven fing fo like a lark, 
That gives fweet tidings of the fun's uprise ? 
With all my heart I'll fend the king my hand ; 
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off? 

Luc. Stay, father; for that noble hand of thine, 
That hath thrown down fo many enemies, 
Shall not be fent : my hand will ferve the turn : 
My youth can better fpare my blood than you ; 
And therefore mine fhall fave my brothers' lives. 

MAR. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome, 
And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe, 
Writing deftruftion on the enemies' cafque ? 
O, none of both but are of high desert : 
My hand hath been but idle ; let it ferve 
To ranfom my two nephews from their death ; 
Then have I kept it to a worthy end. 

AAR. Nay, come, agree whose hand mall go along, 
For fear they dye before their pardon come. 

MAR. My hand fhall go. 

Luc. By heaven, it fhall not go. 

Tif. Sirs, ftrive no more ; fuch wither'd herbs as these 
Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. 

Luc. Sweet father, if I fhall be thought thy fon, 
Let me redeem my brothers both from death. 

MAR. And, for our father's fake, and mother's care, 
Now let me mow a brother's love to thee. 

T'lf. Agree between you, I will fpare my hand. 

Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe. 

MAR. But I will use the axe. 

[Exeunt Lucius, and MARCUS. 

7/r. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them both \ 
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. 

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Titus Andronicus. 45 

AAR. If tW be call'd deceit, I will be honeft, 
.And never, whilft I live, deceive men fo :__ 
" But I'll deceive you in another fort; " 
" And that you'll fay, ere half an hour pafs." 

[cuts 0/Titus' Hand. 
Re-enter Lucius, and MARCUS. 

TIT. Nowftayyourftrife:whatmallbe,isdifpatch'd 
Good darcn, give his majefty my hand : 
Tell him, it was a hand that warded him 
From thousand dangers ; bid him bury it; 
More hath it merited, that let it have. 
As for my fons, fay, I account of them 
As jewels purchaf'd at an easy price ; 
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. 

AAR. I go, Andronicus : and, for thy hand, 

Look by and by to have thy fons with thee : 

"Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany" 
" Doth fat me with the very thought of it ! " 
" Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace ; " 
" j4aren\vi\\ have his foul black like his face." 

[Exit, nvitb Titus' Hand. 

TIT, O, here T lift this one hand up to heaven, 
And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : 
If any power pities wretched tears, 
To that I call ;_What, wilt thcu kneel with me ? [to Lav. 
Do then, dear heart; for heaven (hall hear our prayers ; 
Or with our fighs we'll breath the welkin dim, 
And ftain the fun with fog, as fometime clouds, 
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms. 

MAS. . O brother, fpeak with poffibilities, 
And do not break into these deep extreams. 

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46 Titos Andronicus, 

Then he my paflions bottomlefs with them. 

MAR. But yet let reason govern thy lament. 

TIT. If there were reason for these miseries, 
Then into limits could I bind my woes : 
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow r 
If the winds rage, doth not the fea wax mad, 
Threatening the welkin with his big-fwoln face ? 
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ? 
I am the fea, hark how her fighs do blow ; 
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth : 
Then muft my fea be moved with her fighs ; 
Then muft my earth with her continual tears 
Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd : 
For why ? my bowels cannot hide her woes, 
But like a drunkard muft I vomit them. 
Then give me leave ; for losers will have leave 
To ease their ftomacks with their bitter tongues. 
Enter a Meflenger, ivith two Heads, 
and a Hand. 

Me/. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repay'd 
For that good hand thou fent'ft the emperor. 
Here are the =f= heads of thy two noble fons ; 
And here's thy =f hand, in fcorn to thee fent back ; 
Thy griefs their fports, thy resolution mock'd : 
That woe is me to think upon" thy woes, 
More than remembrance of my father's death. 

[Exit MefTengei. 

MAR. Now let hot jEtna cool in Sicily, 
And be my heart an ever- burning hell! 
These miseries are more than may be born : 
To weep with them that weep doth ease fome deal, 
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Luc. Ah, that this fight mould make fo deep a wound, 
And yet detefted life not fhrink thereat ! 
That ever death fhould let life bear his name, 
Where life hath no more interelt but to breath ! 

MAR. Alas, poor heart, that kifs is comfortlefs, 
As frozen water to a ftarved fnake. 

Tif. When will this fearful flumber have an end ? 

MAR. Now, farewel, flattery! Dye, Andronicm^ 

Thou doft not flumber : fee, thy two fons' heads ; 
Thy warlike hand; thy mangl'd daughter here; 
Thy other banim'd fon, with this dear fight 
Struck pale and bloodlefs ; and thy brother, I, 
Even like a ftony image, cold and numb. 
Ah, now no more will I controul thy griefs : 
Rent off thy filver hair, thy other hand 
Gnaw with thy teeth ; and be this dismal fight 
The closing up of our mofl wretched eyes : 
Now is a time to ftorm; Why art thou ftill ? 

r/r. Ha, ha, ha! 

MAR . Why doft thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour. 

TIT. Why, I have not another tear to Ihed : 
Befides, this ibrrow is an enemy, 
And would usurp upon my watry eyes, 
And make them blind with tributary tears ; 
Then which way fhall I find revenge's cave ? 
For these two heads do feem to fpeak to me; 
And threat me, I fhall never come to blifs, 
'Till all these mifchiefs be return'd again, 
Even in their throats that have committed them. 
Come, let me fee what tafk I have to do. 
You heavy people, circle me about ; 
That I may turn me to each one of you, 

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48 Titus Andronicus. 

And fwear unto my foul to right your wrongs. 
The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head; 
And in this hand the other will I bear : 
Lavinia, thou (halt be employ'd in these things, 
Bear thou my hand, fweet wench, between thy arms* 
As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my fight ; 
Thou art an exile, and thou muft not ftay : 
Hye to the Gcths, and raise an army there : 
And, if you love me, as I think you do, 
Let's kifs, and part, for we have much to do. 

[Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, aWLavinia. 
Luc. Farewel, An.ironicus, my noble father; 
The woeful'ft man that ever liv'd in Rome ! 
Farewel, proud Rome ! 'till Lucius come again, 
He leaves his pledges dearer than his life. 
Farewel, Lavinia, my noble fifter; 
O, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore haft been ! 
But now nor Lucius, nor La-vinia, lives, 
But in oblivion, and hateful griefs. 
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs ; 
And make proud Saturninus and his emprefs 
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. 
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, 
To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. 

Rocm in Titus' Honfe : Banquet fet out. 

Enter TITUS, and MARCUS, iuith Lavinia, 

and a young Boy, Son to Lucius. 
Tif. So, fo ; now fit: and look you eat no more, 
Than will preserve juft fo much ftrength in us 
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. 

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Titus Andronicus. 49 

Marcus, unknit that forrow-wreathen knot; 

Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, 

And cannot paffionate our ten-fold grief 

With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine 

Is left to tyrannize upon my breaft ; 

And when my heart, all mad with misery, 

Beats in this hollow prison of my flem, 

Then thus ~J~ I thump it down. _ 

Thou map of woe, that thus doft talk in figns, 

When thy poor heart beats with outragious beating, 

Thou canft not ftrike it thus to make it ftill. 

Wound it with fighing, girl, kill it with groans : 

Or get fome little knife between thy teeth, 

And juft againft thy heart make thcu a hole ; 

That all the tears, that thy poor eyes let fall, 

May run into that fink, and, foaking in, 

Drown the lamenting fool in fea-falt tears. 

MAR. Fye, brother, fye ! teach her not thus to lay 
Such violent hands upon her tender life. 

TIT. How now ! has forrow made thee doat already ? 
W T hy, Marcus, no man mould be mad but I. 
What violent hands can me lay on her life ? 
Ah, wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands ; 
To bid dSneas tell the tale twice o'er, 
How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ? 
O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands; 

Left we remember ftill, that we have none 

Fye, fye ! how frantickly I fquare my talk ! 

As if we mould forget we had no hands, 

If Marcus did not name the word of hands ! __ 

Come, let's fall to ; and, gentle girl, eat ^ this : 

Here is no drink ! Hark, Marcus, what me fays ; 

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I can interpret all her martyr'd figns; 

She fays, (he drinks no other drink but tears, 

Brew'd with her forrow, mefh'd upon her cheeks t 

Speechlefs complainer, I will learn thy thought; 

In thy dumb aftion will I be as perfect, 

As begging hermits in their holy prayers : 

Thou fhalt not figh, nor hold thy ftumps to heaven, 

Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a fign, 

But I, of these, will wreft an alphabet, 

And, by Hill practice, learn to know thy meaning. 

Boy. Goodgrandiire, leave these bitterdeep laments ; 
Make my aunt merry with fome pleasing tale. 

MAR. Alas, the tender boy, in paffion mov'd, 
Doth weep to fee hisgrandiire'sheavinefs. 

'T/f. Peace, tender fapling ; thou art made of tears, 
And tears will quickly melt thy life away. _ 
Whatdoft thou ftrike at, Marcus, with thy knife ? 

MAR. At that that I have kill'd, my lord ; a fly. 

TIT. Out on thee, murderer ! thou kill'ft my heart ; 
Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny : 
A deed of death, done on the innocent, 
Becomes not Titus' brother : Get thee gone ; 
I fee, thou art not for my company. 

MAR. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. 

TIT. But ! How if that fly had a father, fir ? 
How would he hang his {lender gilded wings, 
And buz lamenting dolings in the air? 
Poor harmlefs fly ! 

That, with his pretty buzzing melody, 
Came here to make us merry ; and thou haft kill'd him. 

MAR. Pardon me, fir; it was a black ill-favour'd fly, 
Like to the emprefs' Moor ; therefore I kill'd him. 

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Titus Andronicus. 5 1 

7/r. O, o ! Then pardon me for reprehending thee, 
For thou haft done a charitable deed. 
Give me thy knife, I will infult on him ; 
Flattering myfelf, as if it were the Moor, 
Come hither purposely to poison me 
There's ~j~ for thyfelf ; and that's ~[~ for Tamora : 
Ah, firra ! _ 

22KJ>2 yet, I think, we are not brought fo low, 
But that, between us, we can kill a fly, 
That comes in likenefs of a coal-black Moor. 

MAR. Alas, poor man ! grief has fo wrought on him, 
He takes falfe madows for true fubftances. 

TiT. Come, take away Lavinia, go with me : 
I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee 
Sad ftories, chanced in the times of old __ 
Come, boy, and go with me ; thy fight is young, 
And thou fhalt read when mine begins to dazzle. 

AC? IV. 

SCENE 1. The fame. Before Titus' Houfe. 

Enter TIT vs, and MARCUS. Then, Enter young 

Lucius, running; Lavinia after him. 



Boy. Help, grandfire, help ! 
Follows me every where, I know not why : 
Good uncle Marcus, fee, how fwift (he comes ! _ 
Alas, fweet aunt, I know not what you mean. 

MAR. Stand by me, Lucius ; do not fear thine aunt. 

Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. 

Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, me did. 

MAR. What means my niece Lavinia by these figns ? 

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51 Titus Andronicu*. 

Tif. Fear her not, Lucius : _ Somewhat doth flic 
See, Lucius, fee, how much fhe makes of thee : [mean :__ 
Somewhither would fhe have thee go with her. 
Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care 
Read to her ions, than fhe hath read to thee, 
Sweet poetry, and Tullys oratory. [thus ? 

$sr Canft thou not guefs wherefore fhe plies thee 

Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guefs, 
Unlefs fome fit or frenzy do possefs her : 
For I have heard my grandfire fay full oft, 
Extremity of griefs would make men mad; 
And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy 
Ran mad through forrow : That made me to fear: 
Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt 
Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, 
And would not, but in fury, fright my youth : 
Which made me down to throw my books, and fly ; 
Causelefs, perhaps : _ But pardon me, fweet aunt : 
And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go, 
I will moft willingly attend your ladyfhip. 

MAR. Lucius, I will. 

Tir . How now, Lavinia ? Marcus, what means this ? 
[ feeing her turn over the Books Lucius has let fall. 

Some book there is, that fhe desires to fee : 

Which is it, girl, of these ? Open them, boy. 

But thou art deeper read, and better fkill'd j 
Come, and take choice of all my library, 
And fo beguile thy forrow, 'till the heavens 
Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed 
Why lifts fhe up her arms in fequcnce thus ? 

MAR. I think, fhe means, that there was more than one 
Confederate in the fa&; Ay, more there was : 

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Tit#s Andronicus. 53 

Or elfe to heaven (be heaves them for revenge. 

TIT. Lucius, what book is that me tofleth fo ? 

Boy. Grandfire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphcfis; 
My mother gave it me. 

MAR. For love of her that's gone, 
Perhaps flie cull'd it from among the reft. 

TIT. Soft, foft; f?oio busily me turns, the leaves; 
Help her : 

What would (he find? La<vinia, fhall I read; 

This is the tragic tale of Philomel, 

And treats of Teretts' treason, and his rape ; 

And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. 

MAR. See, brother, fee; note, how fhequotes.the leaves! 

'TiT. Lavinia, wert thou thus furpriz'd, fweet girl, 
Ravifh'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, 
Forc'd in the ruthlefs, vaft, and gloomy woods ?_ 
See, fee !_ 

Ay, fuch a place there is, where we did hunt, 
(O, had we never, never, hunted there !) 
Pattern'd by that the poet here dcfcribes, 
By nature made for murthers, and for rapes. 

MAR. O, why mould nature build fo foul a den, 
Unlefs the gods delight in tragedies ! [friends, 

.TiT. Give figns, fweet girl, for here are none but 
What Roman lord it was, durft do the deed : 
Or flunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erft, 
That left the camp to fin in Lucrece'bed ? [me. 

MAR. Sit down, fweet niece ;_ brother, fit down by 
jipcllo, Pallas, 'Jove, or Mercury, 
Infpire me, that I may this treason find ! _ 
My lord, look here ; _ look here, Lavinia : 
This fandy plot is plain ; guide, if thou can'ft, 

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54 Titus Andronicus. 

This ~[~ after me, when I have writ my name 

Without the help of any hand at all. [his Arms. 

[He takes his Staff in his Mouth, and writes, guiding it 'with 
Curft be that heart that forc'd us to this (hift ! _ 
Write thou, good niece ; and here difplay, at lair, 
What god will have difcover'd for revenge : 
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy forrows plain, 
That we may know the traitors, and the truth ! 
Lavinia takes the Staff", and writes, 
using it as aboi;e. 

Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what me hath writ ! 
Stuprum Chiron Demetrius. 

MAR. What, what! the luftful fons of Tamora 
Performers of this heinous bloody deed ? 

TiT. Magne Nominator poli, 

Tarn lenius audis fcehra ? tarn lentus *vides ? 

MAR. O, calm thee, gentle lord ! although I know, 
There is enough written upon this earth, 
To flir a mutiny in the mildeft thoughts, 
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. 
My lord, kneel down with me ; La-vinia, kneel ; 
And kneel, fweet boy, the Roman Heflor's hope ; 

[all Intel. 

And fwear with me, as with the woeful feer, 
And father, of that chait difhonour'd dame, 
Lord Junius Brutus fware for Lucrece" 1 rape, 
That we will profecute, by good advice, 
Mortal revenge upon these trait'rous Goths, 
And fee their blood, or dye with this reproach. 

Tif. 'Tis fure enough, an you knew how. 

But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware : 
The dam will wake ; and, if fhe wind you once, 

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She's with the lion deeply ftill in league, 

And lulls him whilft me playeth on her back, 

And, when he fleeps, will (he do what (he lift. 

You're a young huntsman Marcus ; let it alone. 

And, come, I will go get a leaf of brafs, 

And with a gad of fteel will write these words, 

And lay it by : the angry northern wind 

Will blow these fands, like 5%/'s leaves, abroad, 

And where's your leflbn then ? Boy, what fay you ? 

Boy. I fay, my lord, that, if I were a man, 
Their mother's bed-chamber fhould not be fafe 
For these bad bondmen to the yoak of Rome. 

MAR. Ay, that's my boy ! thy father hath full oft 
For his ungrateful country done the like. 

Boy. And, uncle, fo will I, an if I live. 

Tif. Come, go with me into mine armory ; 
'Lucius, I'll fit thee : and, withal, my boy, 
Shalt carry for me to the emprefs' fons 
Presents, that I intend to fend them both : 
Come, come ; thou'lt do thy meflage, wilt thou not ? 

Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandfire. 

Ti f. No, boy, not fo ; I'll teach thee another courfe 
Lavinia, come : _ Marcus, look to my houfe : 
Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; 
Ay, marry, will we, fir ; and we'll be waited on. 

[Exeunt Boy, TITUS, and Lavinia. 

MAR. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, 
And not relent, or not companion him ? 
Marcus, attend him in his extafy ; 
That hath more fears of forrow ip his heart, 
Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd fhield : 
But yetfo juft, that he will not revenge : 

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56 Titos Andronicus, 

Revenge thee, heaven, for old Andrmictul [Exit. 

S CE A E II. ? be fame. A Room in the Palace. 

Enter DEMETRIUS, aWAA RON ; CH IRON meeting them; 

with him, young Lucius, and an Attendant, 

with a Bundle of Weapons, and 

Verfes 'writ upon them. 

Csi. Demetrius, here's the fon of Lucius ; 
He hath fome meflage to deliver us. [father. 

AAR. Ay, fome mad meiTage from his mad grand- 

Boy. My lords, with all the humblenefs I may, 
I greet your honours from Andronicus ; _ 
"And pray the Roman go^, confound you both." 

DEM . Gramercy, lovely Lucius : What's the news ? 

Boy. ' That you are both decipher'd , that's the news," 
"For villains mark'd with rape." May it please you, 
My grandfire, well advis'd, hath fent by me [loifcg, 
The goodlieft weapons of his armory, 
To gratify your honourable youth, 
The hope of Rome ; for fo he bad me fay, 
And fo I do ; and with his gifts =f= present 
Your lordfliips, t!jat, whenever you have need, 
You may be armed and appointed well : 
And fo I leave you both, _ " like bloody villains. " 

[Exeunt Boy, and Attendant. 

DEM. What'shere?Afcrowl;andwrittenroundabout? 
Let's fee : [reads. 

Integer <vit<e, fcelerhque purus, 
Non egct Mauri jaculis nee area. 

CHI. O, 'tis a verfe in Horace ; I know it well ; 
I read it in the grammar long ago. [it. " 

A*R. "Ay, juft; averfein//0nz; right, youhave 

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Titus Andronicus. 57 

" Now, what a thing it is, to be an afs ! '* 

" Here's no ibndjeft : the old man hath found then-guilt; " 

" And fends the weapons wrapt about with lines, " 

" That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick : " 

" But, were our witty emprefs well a-foot, " 

" She would applaud Andronicus* conceit. " 

" Bat let her reft in her unreft a while. " 

And now, young lords, was't not a happy itar 
Led us to Rome, ftrangers, and, more than fo, 
Captives, to be advanced to this height ? 
It did me good, before the palace gate 
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. 

DEM. But me more good, to fee fo great a lord 
Bafely infinuate, and fend us gifts. 

JAR. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? 
Did you not use his daughter very friendly - ? 

DEM. I would we had a thousand Roman dames 
At fuch a bay, by turn to ferve our luft. 

CHI. A charitable wifli, and full of love. 

AAR- Here's lack but of your mother, to fay amen. 

CHI. And that would fhe for twenty thousand more. 

DEM. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods 
For our beloved mother in her pains. 

AAR. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over. 
[Trumpets within* 

DEM. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourifli thus ? 

CHI. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a fon. 

DEM. Soft ; who comes here ? 

Enter a Nurfe haftily, ivith a Child in her Arms. 

Nur. Good morrow, lords : 
O, tell me, did you fee Aaron the Moor? 

AAR. Well, more, or lefs, or ne'er a whit at all, 

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58 Titus Andronicus. 

Here Aaron is ; And what with Aaron now ? 

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! 
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore ! 

A AS.. Why, what a caterwawling doft thou keep ? 
What doft thou wrap and fumble in thine arms r 

Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye, 

Our emprefs' (hame, and flately Rome's difgrace ; 

She is deliver'd, lords, fhe is deliver'd ! 

AAR . To whom ? 

Nur. I mean, fhe is brought a-bed. 

A A*. Well, god 
Give her good reft ! What hath he fent her ? 

Nur. A devil. 

AAR . Why, then (he is the devil's dam ; a joyful ifTue. 

Nur. A joylefs, dismal, black, and forrowful iffue : 
Here is the babe, as loathfome as a toad 
Amongft the faireft breeders of our clime ; 
The emprefs fends it thee, thy {tamp, thy feal, 
And bids thee chriften it with thy dagger's point. 

AAR. Out on you, whore ! is black fo bafe a hue ! _ 
Sweet blowze, you are a beauteous bloflbm, fure. 

DEM. Villain, what haft thou done ? 

AAR . Bone ! that which thou 
Canft not undo. 

Cm. Thou haft undone our mother. 

AAR. Villain, I have done thy mother. 

DEM. And therein, hellilh dog, thou haft undone. 
Woe to her chance ! and damn'd her loathed choice ! 
Accurf'd the ofFfpring of fo foul a fiend ! 

CHI. It (hall not live. 

AAR. It (hall not dye. 

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AAR . What, muft it, nurfe ? then let no man, but I, 
Do execution en my fle(h and blood. 

DEM. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point :__ 
Nurfe, give it me ; my fvvord (hall foon difpatch it. 

AAR. Sooner this fword mail plough thy bowels up. 
[taking the Child from tht Nurfe, and dranuing, 
Stay, murtherous villains! will you kill your brother? 
Now, by the burning tapers of the fky, 
That fhone fo brightly when this boy was got, 
He dies upon my fcymi tar's (harp point, 
That touches this my firft-born fon and heir ! 
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, 
With all his threat'ning band of Typhorfs brood, 
Nor great Abides, nor the god of war, 
Shall feize this prey out of his father's hands. 
What, what ; ye fanguine, (hallow-hearted boys ! 
Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehoufe painted ligns ! 
Coal-black is better than another hue, 
In that it fcorns to bear another hue : 
For all the water in the ocean 
Can never turn the fwan's black legs to white, 

Although (he lave them hourly in the flood. 

Tell the emperefs from me, I am of age 
To keep mine own; excufe it how (he can. 

DEM. Wilt thou betray thy noble miflrefs thus ? 

AAR. My miftrefs is my miftrefs ; this, my felf; 
The vigour, and the piclure of my youth : 
This, before all the world do I prefer; 
This, maugre all the world, will I keep fafe, 
Or fome of you (hall fmoke for it in Rome. 

DEM. By this our mother is for ever (ham'd. 

CHI. Rome will defpise her for this foul efcape. 

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60 Titus Andronicus. 

Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death. 

CHI. I blufli, to think upon this ignomy. 

AAR. Why, there's the priviledge your beauty bears : 
Fye, treacherous hue ! that will betray with bluftiing 
The clofe enafts and counfels of the heart. 
Here's a young ~j~ lad fram'd of another leer : 
Look, how the black flave fmiles upon the father ; 
As who mould fay, Old lad, I am thine own. 
He is your brother, lords ; fenfibly fed 
Of that felf blood that firft gave life to you; 
And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, 
He is enfranchised and come to light : 
Nay, he's your brother by the furer fide, 
Although my feal be damped in his face. 

Nur. Aaron, what mall I fay unto the emprefs ? 

DEM. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, 
And we will all fubfcribe to thy advice : 
Save thou the child, fo we may all be fafe. 

AAR. Then fit we ~j~ down, and let us all confult. 
My fon and I will have the wind of you : 
Keep ~\ there : Now talk at pleasure of your fafety. 

DEM. How many women faw this child of his ? 

AAR .Why, fo, brave lords ; When we all join in league. 
I am a lamb : but if you brave the Moor, 
The chafed boar, the mountain lionefs, 
The ocean fwells not fo as Aaron ftorms. 
But, fay again, how many faw the child : 

Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myfelf ; 
And no one elfe, but the deliver'd emprefs. 

A A*. Theemperefs, the midwife, and yourfelf. 
Two may keep counfel, when the third's away : 
Go to the emprefs ; tell her, this ~j~ I faid : _ [kills her. 



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Weke, weke!_fo cries a pig, prepar'd to the fpit. 

DEM. What mean'Q.thou,4aroi? Wherefore didftthou 

A JR. O lord, fir, 'tis a deed of policy : [this ? 

Shall fhe live, to betray this guilt of ours, 
A long-tongu'd babling goflip ? no, lords, no. 
And now be it known to you my full intent. 
Not far, one Mulitnu libca, my countryman : 
His wife but yefternight was brought to bed ; 
His child is like to her, fair as you are : 
Go, pack with him, and give the mother gold, 
And tell them both the circumftance of all ; 
And how by this their child fhall be advanc'd, 
And be received for the emperor's heir, 
And fubftituted in the place of mine, 
To calm this tempeft whirling in the court ; 
And let the emperor dandle him for his own. 
28ut, hark ye, lords ; Ye fee, I have given her physick, 
And you muft needs beftow her funeral; 
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : 
This done, fee that you take no longer days, 
But fend the midwife presently to me. 
The midwife, and the nurfe, well made away, 
Then let the ladies tattle what they please. 

CHI. Aaron, I fee, thou wilt not trail the air 
With fecrets. 

DEM. For this care of Tamora, 
Kerfelf, and hers, are highly bound to thee. 

[Exeunt CHI. </DEM. bearing off the Nurfe. 

A JR. Now to the Goths, as fwift as fvvallow flies ; 
There to difpose this treasure in mine arms, 
And fecretly to greet the emprels' friends. _ 
Come on, you thick-lip'd flav'e, I r ll bear you hence; 



6z Titus Andronicus. 

For it is you that puts us to our fhifts : 

I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, 

And feaft on curds and whey, and fuck the goat, 

And cabin in a cave ; and bring you up, 

To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. 

SCENE III. r he fame. A publick Place. 
Enter TITUS, carrying Arrows, 'with Letters 

on the Ends of them ; with him, certain 
Gentlemen of his Kindred, MARCUS, and 

young Lucius, bearing Bows. 

TjT. Come, Marcus, come; _ Kinsmen, this is the 
Sir boy, now let me fee your archery ; [way :_ 

Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there ftraight. 

. Terras Aftreea reliquit : 

Be you remember'd, Marcus; fheYgone, (he's fled._ 
Sirs, take you to your tools. _ You, cousins, mail 
Go found the ocean, and caft your nets ; 
Hapily, you may find her in the fea. 

, Yet there's as little juflice as at land : 

No ; Publius, and Sempronius, you muft do it : 
'Tis you muft dig with mattock, and with fpade, 
And pierce the inmoft centre of the earth : 
Then, when you come to P/uto's region, 
I pray you to deliver him this petition : 
Tell him, it is for juftice, and for aid ; 
And that it comes from old Andronicus, 
Shaken with forrows in ungrateful Rome. 
Ah, Rome ! Well, well; I made thee miserable. 
What time I threw the people's fuffrages 

On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me 

Go, get you gone : and, pray, be careful all, 

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And leave you not a man of war unfearcht; 
This wicked emperor may have fhip'd her hence, 
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for juftice. 

MAR. O, Publius, is not this a heavy cafe, 
To fee thy noble uncle thus diftraft. 

i . G. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, 
By day and night to attend him carefully ; 
And feed his humour kindly as we may, 
'Till time beget fome careful remedy. 

MAR. Kinsmen, his forrovvs are pcft remedy. 
Join with the Garbs ; and, with revengeful war, 
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, 
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. 

TIT. Pub/ins, how now ? how now, my mailers ? S2HcII; 
What, have you met with her ? 

i . G. No, my good lord : but Pluto fends you word, 
If you will have revenge from hell, you lhall: 
Marry, for juftice, (he is foemploy'd, 
He thinks, with Jo<ve in heaven, or fomewhere elfe, 
So that perforce you mud needs ftay a time. 

Tif. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. 
I'll dive into the burning lake below, 

And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. 

Marcus, we are but ftirubs, no cedars we ; 

No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' fize : 

But metal, Marcus, fteel to the very back ; 

Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear :_- 

And. fith there is no juftice in earth nor hell ; 

We will folicit heaven ; and move the gods, 

To fend down juftice for to wreak our wrongs : 

Come, to this gear. _ You're a good archer, Marcus ; 

[pulling out his Arrows, 



64 Titus AndronicuS. 

Ad Jovem, that's =f for you : _ Here, =}= ad ApclUnem : ,-, 

Ad Martem, 2D, that's for myfelf:_ 

Here, ^ boy, to Pallas : Herei ^ to Mercury : 

To Saturn, ^ Caius ; not to Saturnine, 

You were as good to {hoot againft the wind 

To it, mj? boy0. _ Marcus, loofe when T bid 

<&iro, o' my word, I have written to effect ; 
There's not a god left unfollicited. 

MAR. Kinsmen, moot all your fhafts into the court ; 
We will afflift the emperor in his pride. [Lucius! 

TIT. Now, matters, draw [They jhoot.~\ O, well faid, 
Good boy, in Virgo's lap, fts'II give it Pallas f 

MAR . My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon ; 
Your letter is with Jupiter by this. 

TiT. Ha ! Publius, Publius, what haft thou done ? 
See, fee, thou haft mot off one of Taurus' horns. 

MAR . This was the fport, my lord : when Publius mot, 
The bull, being gall'd, gave dries (uch a knock 
That down fell both the ram's horns in the court ; 
And who mould find them, but the emprefs' villain : 
Shelaugh'd, and told the Moor, he mould not choose 
But give them to his mafter for a present. 

y/7*. Why, there it goes : God give your lord {hip joy ! 

Enter Clown, ivitb a Bajket and two Pigeons. 
News, news from heaven ! Marcus, the poft is come 
Sirrah, what tidings r have you any letters? 
Shall I have juftice ? what fays Jupiter ? 

CIo. Ho ! the gibbet-maker r he fays, that he hath 
taken them down again ; for the man muft not behang'd 
'till the next week. 

7/T. But what fays Jupiter, I afk thee ? 

Clo. Alas, fir, 1 know not Jupiter ; I never drank 

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Titus Andromcus. 65 

with him in all my life. 

TIT. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? 

Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, fir; nothing elfe. 

Tif. Why, did'ft not thou come from heaven ? 

Clo. From heaven ? alas, fir, I never came there : 
God forbid, I mould be fo bold to prefs to heaven in my 
young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the 
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my 
uncle and one of the emperial's men. 

MAR. Why, fir, this is as fit as can be, to ferve for 
your oration ; and let him deliver the pigeons to the em- 
peror from you. 

TIT. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the em- 
peror with a grace ? 

Clo. Nay, truly, fir, I could never fay grace in all 
my life. 

7/7*. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, 
But give your pigeons to the emperor : 
By me thou lhalt have juftice at his hands, [charges. 
Hold, hold ; mean while here's ^ money for thy 

Give me a pen and ink 

Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication ? 

Clo. Ay, fir. 

TiT. Then here ^ is a fupplication for 'you. And, 
when you come to him, at the firft approach, you muft 
kneel ; then kifs his foot ; then deliver up your pigeons ; 
and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, fir; fee 
you do it bravely. 

Clo. I warrant you, fir ; let me alone. 

TIT. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? Come, let me fee it. 
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ; 
For thou haft made it like an humble fuppliant : . 



66 Titus Andronicus. 

And when thou haft given it the emperor, 
Knock at my door, and tell me what he fays. 

Clo. God be with you, fir; I will. 

Tir. Come, Marcus, let us go -.Publius, follow me. 

[ Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Before the Palace. 

Enter SATURNINE, aWTAMORA, attended; 

Saturnine ivith the Arrows in 

bis Hand, that Titus /hot. 

SAT. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? was ever 
An emperor in Rome thus over-born, [feen 

Troubl'd, confronted thus ; and, for the extent 
Of egal juftice, us'd in fuch contempt? 
My lords, you know, a0Bo the mightful gods, 
(However these difturbers of our peace 
Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath pafTcI, 
But even with law, againft the wilful fons 
Of old Andronicus. And what an if 
His forrows have fo overwhelm'd his wits ; 
Shall we be thus afflicted in his freaks, 
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitternefs ? 
And now he writes to heaven for his redrefs : 
See, here's to Jove ; and this to Mercury ; 
This to Apollo ; this to the god of war : 
Sweet fcrowls, to fly about the ftreets of Rome ! 
What's this, but libelling againft the fenate, 
And blazoning our injuftice every where? 
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords ? 
As who would fay, in Rome no juftice were. 
But, if I live, his feigned extafies 
Shall be no melter to these outrages : 

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Titus Andronicus. 67 

But he and his fhall know, that juftice lives 
In Saturttirius' health; who, if he fleep, 
He'll fo awake, as he in fury fhall 
Cut off the proud'ft confpirator that lives. 

TAM. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, 
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, 
Calm thee, and bear the faults of -ritus' age, 
The effefts of forrow for his valiant fons, 
Whose lofs hath pierc'd him deep, and fcar'dhis heart; 
And rather pity his diftrefTed plight, 
Than profecute the meaneft, or the beft, 
For these contempts " Why, thus it mail become" 
"High-vvitted Tamora to glore with all :" 
" But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, " 
" Thy life-blood out : if Aaron now be wise, " 

"Then is all fafe, the anchor's in the port. " 

Enter Clown, 
How now, good fellow ? would'ft thou fpeak with us ? 

Clo. Yea, forfooth, an your mifterfhip be emperial. 

TAM. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the emperor. 

Clo. 'Tis he God, and faint Stephen, give you good 

den : I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pi- 
geons here. [Saturnine reads the Letter. 

SAT. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. 

Clo. How much money muft 1 have ? 

TAM. Come, firrah, you muft be hang'd. 

Clo. Hang'd ! By'r-lady, then I have brought up a 
neck to a frar end. [Exit, guarded* 

SAT. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs ! 
Shall I endure this monftrous villany ? 
I know from whence this fame device proceeds ; " 
May this be born ? as if his traitr'ous fons, 

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68 Titus Andronicus. 

That dy'd by law for murther of our brother, 

Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.. 

Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ; 

Nor age, nor honour, fhall fhape priviledge : 

For this proud mock I'll be thy flaughter-man, 

Sly frantick wretch ; that holp'ft to make me great, 

In hope thyfelf fhould govern Rome and me. 

Enter -/E M i L i u s . 
What news with thee, dEmilius ? 

JMI. Arm, arm, my lords j-Ro/w? never had more cause! 
The Goths have gather'd head ; and, with a power 
Of high-resolved men, bent to the fpoil, 
They hither march amain, under condudl 
Of Lucius, fon to old Andronicus ; 
Who threats, in courfe of this revenge, to do 
As much as ever Coriolanus did. 

S^r. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? 
These tidings nip me ; and I hang the head, 
As flowers with froft, or grafs beat down with ftorms. 
Ay, now begin our forrows to approach : 
*Tis he, the common people love fo much; 
Myfelf hath often otier*heard them fay, 
(When I have walked like a private man) 
T'hat Lucius' banimment was wrongfully, 
And they have wim'd that Lucius were their emperor. 

TAM. Why mould you fear ? is not your city ftrong ? 

SuiT. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius ; 
And will revolt from me, to fuccour him. 

TAM. King, be thy thoughtsimperious, like thy name. 
Is the fun dim'd, that gnats do fly in it ? 
The eagle fufFers little birds to fing, 
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Titus Andronicus. 69 

K.nowing, that, with the fhadow of his wings, 
He can at pleasure Hint their melody : 
Even fo may'ft thou the giddy men of Rome. 
Then chear thy fpirit : for know, thou emperor, 
I will enchant the old Andronicus, 
With words more fvveet, and yet more dangerous, 
Than baits to fifh, or honey-ftalks to fheep; 
When as the one is wounded with the bait, 
The other rotted with delicious feed. 

SAT. But he will not entreat his fon for us. 

TAM. If Tamcra entreat him, then he will : 
For I can fmooth, and fill his aged ear 
With golden promises ; that were his heart 
Almoft impregnable, his old ears deaf, 

Yet mould both ear and heart obey my tongue. 

Go thou before, [to ^Emi.] be our embaflador; 
Say, that the emperor requefts a parley 
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting. 

SAT. ^Emilias, do this meffage honourably : 
And if he Hand on hoftage for his fafety, 
Bid him demand what pledge will please him beft. 

^EMi. Your bidding ihall J do efredually. [Exit. 

TAM. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; 
And temper him with all the art I have, 
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. 
And now, fweet emperor, be blith again, 
And bury all thy fear in my devices. 

SAT. Then go inceflantly, and plead to him. [Exeunt. 

AC? V. 

SCENE I. Plains near Rome. 
* before to b ftand in hoftage * 8 fucceffantly 

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70 Titus Andronicus. 

Enter, luitb Drum and Colours, Lucius, and Goths. 

Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends r 
I have received letters from great Rome, 
Which fignify, what hate they bear their emperor, 
And how desirous of our fight they are. 
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witnefs, 
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; 
And, wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe, 
Let him make treble fatiffaftion. 

1. G. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus, 
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort ; 
Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, 
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt; 

Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead 'ft, 
Like Hinging bees in hotteft fummer's day, 
Led by their matter to the flowred fields, 
And be aveng'd on curfed Tamora. 

GOT. And, as he faith, fo fay we all with him. 
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. 
But who comes here, led by a lufty Goth? 

Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with 
bis Child in his Arms. 

2. G. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I ftray'd,. 
To gaze upon a ruinous monaflery ; 

And, as I earneftly did fix mine eye 
Upon the wafted building, fuddenly 
I heard a child cry underneath a wall : 
I made unto the noise ; when foon I heard 
The crying babe controul'd with this difcourfe : 
Peace, tawny Jia<ve ; half me, and half thy dam ! 
Did not thy hue bewray 'whose brat thou art-, 

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Had nature lent tbee but thy mother's look, 

Villain, thou might 1 ft ha-ve been an emperor : 

But where the bull and cow are both milk-iubite t 

They never do beget a coal-black calf. 

Peace, villain, peace! even thus he rates the babe, 

For 1 mujl bear thee to a trujiy Goth ; 

Who, when he knows thou art the emprefs* bale, 

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's fake. 

With this, my weapon drawn, I rufh'd upon him, 

Surpriz'd him fuddenly ; and brought him hither, 

To use as you think needful of the man. 

Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil, 
That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand : 
This is the pearl that pleas'd your emprefs' eye ; 

And here's the bafe fruit of his burning luft. 

Say, wall-ey'd flave, whither would'ft thou convey 

This growing image of thy fiend-like face ? 

Why doll not fpeak ? What, deaf? No; not a word ?_ 

A halter, foldiers ; hang him on this tree, 

And by his fide his fruit of baftardy. 

AAR. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. 

Luc. Too like the fire for ever being good. _ 
Firft, hang the child, that he may fee it fprawl ; 
A fight to vex the father's foul withal. 
Get me a ladder. \Ladder brought : Aaron led up it. 

AAR. Lucius, fave the child ; 
And bear it from me to the emperefs. 
If thou do this, I'll mew thee wondrous things, 
That highly may advantage thee to hear : 
If thou wilt not, befal what may befal, 
I'll fpeak no more ; But vengeance rot you all ! 

Luc . Say, on j and, if it please me which thou fpeak'ft, 

as v. Note. 

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7 Titos Andronicus. 

Thy child fhall live, and I will fee it nourifh'd. 

AAR. An if it please thee? why, afTure thee, Lucius, 
'Twill vex thy foul to hear what I fhall fpeak. 
For I muft talk of murthers, rapes, and mafTacres, 
Ads of black night, abominable deeds, 
Complots of mifchief, treason; villanies 
Ruthful to hear, yet piteoufly perform'd : 
And this fhall all be bury'd by my death, 
Unlefs thou fwear to me, my child fhall live. 

Luc. Tell on thy mind ; I fay, thy child fhall live. 

AAR. Swear that he fhall, and then I will begin. 

Luc. Who mould I fwear by? thou believ'ft no god j 
That granted, how canft thou believe an oath ? 

AAR. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not : 
Yet, for I know thou art religious, 
And haft a thing within thee, called confcience ; 
With twenty popifh tricks and ceremonies, 
Which I have fcen thee careful to observe, 

Therefore I urge thy oath : For that, I know, 

An ideot holds his bauble for a god ; 

And keeps the oath, which by that god he fwears ; 

To that I'll urge him : Therefore thou fhalt vow 

By that fame god, what god foe'er it be, 

That thou ador'fl and haft in reverence, 

To fave my boy, nourifh, and bring him up ; 

Or elfe I will difcover nought to thee. 

Luc. Even by my god I fwear to thee, I will. 

AAR, Firft, know thou, I begot him on the emprefs. 

Luc. O moft infatiate luxurious woman ! 

AAR. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, 
To that which thou fhalt hear of me anon. 
Twas her two fons, that murther'd Bajpanus : 

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They cut thy Mer's tongue, and ravifh'd her, 
And cut her hands off; trim'd her as thou faw'ft. 

Luc, O deteftable villain ! call'ft thou that trimming ? 

AAR. Why, fhe was wafti'd, and cut, and trim'd ; and 
Trim fport for them that had the doing of it. ['twas 

Luc. O barbarous beaftly villains, likethyfelf! 

AAR. Indeed, I was their tutor to inftruft them: 
That codding fpirit had they from their mother, 
As fure a card as ever won the fet ; 
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, 
As true a dog as ever fought at head. 
Well, let my deeds be witnefs of my worth. 
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, 
Where the dead corps of Bajfianus lay : 
I wrote the letter that thy father found, 
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, 
Confederate with the queen, and her two fons t 
And what not done, that thou haft cause to rue, 
Wherein I had no ftroke of mifchief in it? 
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand ; 
And, when I had it, drew myfelf apart, 
And almoft broke my heart with extream laughter : 
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, 
When, for his hand, he had his two fons' heads ; 
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd fo heartily, 
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ; 
And when I told the emprefs of this fport, 
She fwooned almoft at my pleasing tale, 
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kifles. 

i . G. What ! can'ft thou fay all this, and never blufli ? 

AAR. Ay, like a black dog, as the faying is. 

Lye. Art thou not forry for these heinous deeds ? 

* off, and trim'd * 8 She founded 

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74 Titus Andronicus. 

JAR. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more, 
liven now I curfe the day, (and yet, I think, 
Few come within the compafs of my curfe) 
Wherein I did not fome notorious ill : 
As kill a man, or elfe devise his death ; 
Ravifti a maid, or plot the way to doit ; 
Accuse fome innocent, and forfwear myfelf : 
Set deadly enmity between two friends ; 
Make poor men's cattle break their necks ; fet fire 
On barns and hay-flacks in the night, and bid 
The tome,. CD owners quench them with their tears: 
Oft have Idig'd up dead men from their graves, 
And fet them upright at their dear friends' doors, 
Even when their forrow almoft was forgot ; 
And on thtir fkins, as on the bark of trees, 
Have witli my knife carved in Reman letters, 
Let net your jcrrcnu eye, though I am dead. 
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, 
As willingly as one would kill a fly ; 
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, 
But that 1 cannot do ten thousand more. 

Luc. Bring down the devil ; for he mufl not dye 
So fweet a death, as hanging presently. 

JA&. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, 
To live and burn in everlafling fire ; 
So I might have your company in hell, 
But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! 

Luc. Sirs, flop his mouth, and let him (peak no more. 
Enter a Goth. 

3. G. My lord, there is a mefTenger from Rome, 
Desires to be admitted to your presence. 

Luc. Let him come near. [Exit Goth. 



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Welcome, jEmitius : What's the news from Rome ? 

jEMi. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths t 
The Roman emperor greets you all by me : 
And for he underftands you are in arms, 
He craves a parley at your father's houfe ; 
Willing you to demand your hoftages, 
And they mail be immediately deliver'd. 

I . G. What fays our general ? 

Luc. ^Emilias, let the emperor give his pledges 
Unto my father, and my uncle Marcus, 
And we will come Away. [March. Exeunt* 

SCENE II. Rome. Court of Titus' Houfe. 
Enter, in di/guifd Attirements, TAMORA, 

CHIRON, andDzMETRivs. 
TAM, Thus, in this ftrange and fad habiliment, 
I will encounter with Andronicus ; 
And fay, I am revenge, fent from below, 
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. 
Knock at his ftudy, where, they fay, he keeps, 
To ruminate ftrange plots of dire revenge; 
Tell him, revenge is come to join with him, 
And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock. 

Enter TITUS, alo<ve. 

Tir. Who doth moleft my contemplation ? 
Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ; 
That fo my fad decrees may fly away, 
And all my ftudy be to no effect ? 
You are deceiv'd : for what I mean to do, 
See ~|~ here, in bloody lines I have fet down ; 
And what is written mall be executed. 

1 * march away. Exeant, 



76 Titus Andronicus. 



. tort! Titus, I am come to talk with thee. 

TIT. No ; not a word ; How can I grace my talk, 
Wanting a hand to give it that accord ? 
Thou haft the odds of me, therefore no more. [me. 

TJM. If thou did'ft know me, thou would'ft talk with 

Tif. I am not mad ; I know thee well enough : 
Witnefs this wretched ftump, these crimson lines ; 
Witnefs these trenches, made by grief and care; 
Witnefs the tiring day, and heavy night ; 
Witnefs all forrow, that I know thee well 
For our proud emprefs, mighty Tamora : 
Is not thy coming for my other hand ? 

TJIM. Know, thou fad man, I am not Tamora j 
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : 
I am revenge ; fent from the infernal kingdom, 
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, 
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. 
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light j 
Confer with me of murder and of death : 
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking place, 
No vaft obfcurity, or mifty vale, 
Where bloody murther, or detefted rape, 
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out ; 
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, 
Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake. 

TIT. Art thou revenge ? and art thou fent to me, 
To be a torment to mine enemies ? 

TAM. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome me. 

TiT. Do me fome fervice, ere I come to thee. 
Lo, by thy fide where rape, and murder, ftands : 
Now give fome 'furance that thou art revenge, 
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels ; 

' ftump, witnes thefe 



Titus Andronicus. 77 

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, 
And whirl along with thee about the globes. 
Provide two proper palfries, black as jet, 
To hale thy vengeful waggon fwift away, 
And find out murderers in their guilty caves : 
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, 
I will difmount, and by the waggon wheel 
Trot, like a fervile footman, all day long ; 
Even from Hyperion's rising in the eaft, 
Until his very downfal in the fea. 
And day by day I'll do this heavy tafk, 
So thou deftroy rapine and murder there. 

TAM. These are my minifters, and come with me. 

Tir. Are they thy minifters? what are they call'd ? 

TjtM. Rapine, and murder: therefore called fo, 
'Cause they take vengeance on fuch kind of men. 

TIT. Good lord, how like the emprefs' fons they are ! 
And you, the emprefs ! But we worldly men 
Have miserable, mad, miftaking eyes. 

fweet revenge, now do I come to thee : 

And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, 

1 will embrace thee in it by and by. [Exit from above. 

TjtM. This closing with him fits his lunacy : 
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-fick fits, 
Do you uphold and maintain in your fpeeches. 
For now he firmly takes me for revenge : 
And, being credulous in this mad thought, 
I'll make him fend for Lucius his fon ; 
And, whilft I at a banquet hold him fure, 
I'll find fome cunning praclife out of hand, 
To fcatter and difperfe the giddy Goths, 
Or, at the leaft, make them his enemies. 

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78 Titus Andronicas. 

See, here he comes, and I muft ply rev theme. 
Enter TITUS. 

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee : 

Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful houfe ; 

Rapine, and murther, you are welcome too : _-. 
How like the emprefs and her fons you are! 
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor : 
Could not all hell a'fford you fuch a devil ? 
For, well I wote, the emprefs never wags, 
But in her company there is a Moor; 
And, would you represent our queen aright, 
It were convenient you had fuch a devil : 
But welcome, as you are. What (hall we do ? 

TAM. What would'ft thou have us do, Androntcus? 

DEM. Shew me a murtherer, I'll deal with him- 

CHT. Shew me a villain that hath done a rape, 
And I am fent to be reveng'd on him. 

TAM . Shew me a thousand that have done thee wrongj 
And I will be revenged on them all. 

TIT. Look round about the wicked ftreets of Rome ; 
And, when then find'ft a man that's like thyfelf, 

Good murther, flab him ; he's a murtherer 

Go thou with him ; and, when it is thy hap 
To find another that is like to thee, 

Good rapine, ftab him ; he is a ravifher. 

Go thott with them ; and in the emperor's court 

There is a queen, attended by a Moor ; 

Well may'ft thou know her by thy own proportion, 

For up and down me doth resemble thee ; 

I pray thee, do on them fome violent death, 

They have been violent to me and mine. 

i. Well haft thou leflbn'd us; this mall we do. 



Titus Andronicus. 79 

Bat would it please thee, good Andronicia, 

To fend for Lucius thy thrice valiant fon, 

Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths^ 

And bid him come and banquet at thy houfe ; 

When he is here, even at thy folemn feaft, 

I will bring in the emprefs, and her Ions, 

The emperor himfelf, and all thy foes ; 

And at thy mercy fhall they ftoop and kneel, 

And on them malt thou ease thy angry heart: 

What fays Andronicus to this devife ? 

TIT. Marcus, my brother ! 'tis fad Titus calls. 

Enter MARCUS. 

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ; 
Thou malt enquire him out among the Goths: 
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him 
Some of the chiefeft princes of the Goths ; 
Bid him encamp his foldiers where they are : 
Tell him, the emperor and the emprefs too 
Feaft at my houfe ; and he (hall feaft with them. 
This do thou for my love ; and fo let him, 
As he regards his aged father's life. 

MAR. This will I do, and foon return again. 

[Exit MARCUS, 

TAM. Now will I hence about thy businefs, 
And take my minifters along with me. 

TIT. Nay, nay, let rape'and murder ftay with me ; 
Or elfe I'll call my brother back again, 
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. 

TAM. " What fay you, boys ? will you abide with him," 
" Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, " 
" How I have govern'd our determin'd jeft ? " 
"Yield to his humour, fmooth and fpeaic him fair," 



8o Titus Andronicus* 

" And tarry with him 'till I turn again. " [mad ;'* 

TIT. " I know them all, though they fuppose me 

" And will o'er-reach them in their own devifes, " 

"A pair of curfed hell-hounds, and their dam." 
DEM. "Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here." 
TJM. Farewel, Andronicus : revenge now goes 

To lay a complot to betray thy foes. 

TIT. I know, thou doft; and, fweet revenge, farewel. 



Cm. Tell us, old man, how (hall we be employ 'd r 

TiT. Tut, I have work enough for you to do __ 
Publius, come hither, Caiu-, and Valentine ! 

Enter certain Gentlemen, and Domejiicks* 

i. G. What is your will ? 

TiT. Know you these two ? 

i . G. The emprefs' fons, 
I take them, Chiron, anti Demetrius* 

TIT. ,Fie, Publius, fie ! thou art too much deceiv'd ; 
The one is murder, rape is the other's name : 
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ; 
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them : 
Oft have you heard me wifh for fuch an hour, 
And now I find it : therefore bind them fure ; 
And flop their mouths, if they begin to cry. 

[Gentlemen&c.c. lay Hands on them. Exit TITUS. 

CHI. Villains, forbear ; we are the emprefs' fons. 

i . G. And therefore do we what we are commanded 
Stop clofe their mouths, let them not fpeak a word : 
Js he fure bound ? look, that you bind them faft. 

Re-enter TITUS, with Lavinia ; 
Titus bearing a Knife, andjbe a Bafon. 

TiT. Ccme, come, Laijinia; look, thy foesare bound: 



Titus Andronicus. 81 

Sirs, flop their mouths, let them not Ipeak to me ; 

But let them hear what fearful words I utter. 

O villains, Chiron and Demetrius, 

Here ~|~ftands the fpringwhom you have ftain'd with mod; 

This goodly fummer with your winter mix'd. 

You kill'd her husband ; and, for that vile fault, 

Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death : 

My hand cut off, and made a merry jeft : 

Both her fweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear 

Than hands or tongue, her fpotlefs chaftity, 

Inhuman traitors, you conftrain'd and forc'd. 

What would you fay, if I fhould let you fpeak ? 

Villains, for fhame you could not beg for grace. 

Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. 

This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; 

Whilft tiu& Lavinia 'tween her flumps doth hold 

The bafon, that receives your guilty blood. 

You know, your mother means to feaft with me^ 

And calls he'rfelf revenge, and thinks me mad, 

Hark, villains ; I will grind your bones to duft, 

And with your blood, and it, I'll make a palte ; 

And of the pafte a coffin I will rear, 

And make two parties of your fhameful heads ; 

And bid that ftrumpet, your unhallow'd dam, 

Like to the earth, fwallow her own encreafe. 

This is the feaft that I have bid her to, 

And this the banquet (he mail furfeit on ; 

For worfe than Philomel you us'd my daughter, 

And worfe than Progne I will be reveng'd : 

And now prepare your throats. La<vinia, come, 

[cuts their Threats. 
Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, 



82 Titus Andronicus* 

Let me go grincTtheir bones to powder finall* 

And with this hateful liquor temper it ; 

And in that pafte let their vile heads be bak'd. 

Come, come, be every one officious 

To make this banquet ; which I wim might prove 

More Hern and bloody than the Centaur's feail. 

So, now bring in ; for I will play the cook, 

And fee them ready 'gainft their mother comes. 

[Exeunt, bearing in the Eodie:. 

SCENE III. The fame. Gardens of the fame. 

A magnificent Pavillion ; tables under it ; 

Domefticki attending . Enter Lucius, and 

Goths, MARCUS 'with him; and 

AARON, Prisoner. 

Luc. iMHjjp, uncle Marcut, fince 'tismy father's mind, 
That I repair to Rome, I am content. 

i . G^ And ours with thine, befall what fortune will. 
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, 
This ravenous tiger, this accurfed devil ; 
Let him receive no fuftenance, fetter him, 
'Till he be brought unto the emperor's face, 
For teflimony of her foul proceedings : 
And fee the ambufli of our friends be ftrong; 
I fear, the emperor means no good to us. 

AAR . Some devil whifper curfes in mine ear ; 
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth 
The venomous malice of my fwelling heart ! 
Luc. Away, inhuman dog, unhallow'd flave! . 

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. 

{Attendants lead in AARON. Trumpet t within. 
The trumpets mew the emperor is at hand. 

' bring them in, for He play 



Titus Andronicus. 8j 



flourijb. Enter SATURNINUS, 

luith a great Train of Senator i, Tribunes, and others. 

SAT. What, hath the firmament more funs than one ? 

Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyfelf a fun ? 

MAR. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle; 
These quarrels mull be quietly debated. 
The feaft is ready, which the careful Titus 
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, 
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: 
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. 

SAT. Marcus, we will. [Company Jit to Table. Musick, 
Enter TITUS, and Others, aw/Lavinia veiVd : 
Titus, habited like a Cook, places the Dijhes. 

TIT. Welcome, my gracious lord ; welcome, dread 
Welcome, ye warlike Goths ; _ Lucius, welcome ; _ [queen"; 
And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, 
'Twill fill your ftomacks ; please you, eat of it. 

SAT. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? 

TiT. Because I would be fure to have all well, 
To entertain your highnefs, and your emprefs. 

TAM. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus. 

TIT. An if your highnefs knew my heart, you were 
My lord the emperor, resolve me this ; 
Was it well done of rafh Firginius, 
To flay his daughter with his own right hand, 
Because me was enforc'd, ftain'd, and deflour'd? 

SAT. It was, Andronicus. 

TIT. Your reason, mighty lord ? 

SAT. Because the girl mould not furvive her fhame, 
And by her presence ttill renew his forrows. 

TIT. A mighty reason, ftrong, and effectual ; 
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, 

1 5 welcome Luu'xs 3 1 reafon mighty 
Vot. VIII. B b 



84 Titus Andronicus. 

For me, moft wretched, to perform the like : _J 
Dye, dye, Lavinia, and thy ftiame with thee ; 

[kills Lavinia. 
And, with thy fhame, thy father's forrow dye ! 

SjiT. What haft thou done, unnatural, and unkind ? 
Tir. KilPd her, for whom my tears have made me 
I am as woeful as Firginius was : [blind. 

And have a thousand times more cause than he, 
To do this outrage ; and it is now done. 

Sjtr. What, was me ravifli'd ? tell, who did the deed. 
Trr. Wilt please you eat? wilt please your highnefs 

feed ? 

TAM . Why haft thou flain thine only daughter thus ? 
7/r. Not I ; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : 
They ravifh'd her, and cut away her tongue ; 
And they 'twas, they, that did her all this wrong. 
Sjif . Go, fetch them hither to us presently. 
TiT. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye ; 
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, 
Eating the flefh that fhe herfelf hath bred. 
'Tis true, 'tis true; witnefs my knife's (harp point. 

[killing Tamora. 
S^r. Dye, frantick wretch, for this accurfed deed. 

[killing Titus. 

Luc. Can the fon's eye behold his father bleed ?_ 
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. 

[killing Saturnine* 

Company in Confusion. A great Tumult : 
the Andronici, and their Friends, gain the 

Steps of Titus' Houfe : Tumult cea/es. 
MAR. You fad-fac'd men, people and fonsof Rome, 
By uproars fever'd, like a flight of fowl 



Titus Andronicus. 85 

Scatter'dby winds and high tempefluous gufts, 
O, let me teach you how to knit again ^ 
This fcatter'd corn into one mutual fheaf, 
These broken limbs again into one body : 
Left Rome herfelf be bane unto herfelf ; 
And {he, whom mighty kingdoms court'fy to, 
Like a forlorn and defperate caft-away, 
Do fhameful execution on herfelf. 
But if my frofty figns and chaps of age, 
Grave witnefles of true experience, 

Cannot induce you to attend my words, 

Speak, Rome's dear friend ; as erft our anceftor, 
When with his folemn tongue he did difcourfe, 
To love-fick Dido's fad attending ear, 
The ftory of that baleful burning night, 
When fubtle Greeks furpriz'd king Priam's Troy ; 
Tell us, what Siuon hath bewitch'd our ears, 
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, 
That gives our Trey, our Rome, the civil wound. _ 
My heart is not compact of flint, nor fteel j 
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, 
But floods of tears will drown my oratory, 
And break my very utterance; even i'the time 
When it fhould move you to attend me moft, 
Lending your kind commiseration : 
Here ~J~ is a captain, let him tell the tale ; 
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him fpeak. 
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, 
That curfed Chiron and Demetrius 
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother ; 
And they it was, that ravifhed our filler : 
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; 

5 v. Nctt, 3 ' it were that 

Bb 2 



86 Titus Andronicus. 

Our father's tears defpis'd ; and bafely cozen'd 
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, 
And fent her enemies unto the grave. 
Laftly, myfelf unkindly banimed, 
The gates (hut on me, and turn'd weeping out, 
To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; 
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, 
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : 
And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, 
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood ; 
And from her bosom took the enemy's point, 
Sheathing the fteel in my advent'rous body : 
Alas, you know, I am no vaunter, I ; 
My fears can witnefs, dumb although they are, 
That my report is juft, and full of truth. 
But, foft, methinks, I do digrefs too much, 
Citing my worthlefs praise : O, pardon me ; 
For, when no friends are by, men praise themfelves . 
MJR. Now is my turn to fpeak; Behold this child, 

[Jbenving it in the Arms of an Attendant. 
Of this was Tamora delivered ; 
The i flue of an irreligious Moor, 
Chief architect and plotter of these woes ; 
The villain is alive in Titus' houfe, 
Damn'd as he is, to witnefs this is true. 
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge 
These wrongs, unfpeakable, pafl patience, 
Or more than any living man could bear. 
Now you have heard the truth, what fay you, Romans ? 
Have we done aught amifs ? Shew us wherein, 
And, from the place where you behold us now, 
'The poor remainder of tlje Andi-snlci 

*5 And as *6 w hat couiie fiad 



Titus Andronicus. 87 

Will, hand in hand, all headlong caft us down, 
And on the ragged ftones beat forth our brains, 
And make a mutual closure of our houfe. 
Speak, Romans, fpeak; and, if you fay, we fhall, 
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. [Rome, 

i . R. Come Doton, come Uotort, thou reverent man of 
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, 
Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know, 
The common voice doth cry, it (hall be fo. 

dotru Lucius, all hail ; Rome's royal emperor ! 

MAR. Go, go into old Titus' forrowful houfe ; 

\to Attendants* 

And hither hale that mifbelieving Moor, 
To be adjudg'd fome direful flaughtering death, 
As punifhment for his moft wicked life. 

Lucius, and the reft, come down; 
<with them, young Lucius. 

Rom Lucius, all hail ; Rome's gracious governor ! _ 

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans ; May I govern fo, 
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe ! 
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile, 
For nature puts me to a heavy tafk ; 
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near, 

To Ihed obfequious tears upon this~|~ trunk : 

[kneels over Titus' Body. 

O, take this warm kifs on thy pale cold lips, 
These forrowful drops upon thy blood-ilain'd face, 
The laft true duties of thy noble fon ! 

MAR. A tear for tear, and loving kifs for kifs, 

[kneeling by bim> 

Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : 
O, were the fum of these that I mould pay 

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88 Titus Andronicus. 

Countlefe and infinite, yet would I pay them ! 

Luc. Come hither, boy ; come, come, and learn of us 
To melt in fhowers : Thy grandfire lov'd thee well : 
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, 
Sang thee afleep, his loving breaft thy pillow ; 
Many a matter hath he told to thee, 
Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy ; 
In that refpeft then, like a loving child, 
Shed yet fome fmall drops from thy tender fpring, 
Because kind nature doth require it fo : 
Friends fhould aflbciate friends in grief and woe : 
Bid him farewel ; commit him to the grave, 
Do him that kindnefs, and take leave of him. 

Boy. O grandfire, grandfire, e'en with all my heart 
'Would I were dead, fo you did live again ! 

lord, I cannot fpeak to him for weeping ; 
My tears will choak me, if I ope my mouth. 

Enter Attendants ivitb AARON. s 
2. R. You fad Andrcniciy have done with woes ; 
Give fentence on this execrable wretch, 
That hath been breeder of these dire events. 

Luc. Set him breaft-deep in earth, and famifh him j 
There let him ftand, and rave and cry for food : 
Jf any one relieves or pities hip, 
For the offence he dies. This is our doom : 
Some flay, to fee him faften'd in the earth. 

Ajf. . Ah, why fhould wrath be mute, and fury dumb ? 

1 am no baby, I, that, with bafe prayers, 
I fhould repent the evils I have done ; 
Ten thousand, worfe than ever yet I did, 
Would I perform, if I might have my will : 
Jf one good d^ed in all my life I did, 



Titus Andronicus. 8q 

1 do repent it from my very foul. 

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, 
And give him burial in his father's grave : 
My father, and Lavinia, (hall forthwith 
Be closed in our houfhold's monument. 
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, 
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, 
No mournful bell mail ring her burial ; 
But throw her forth to hearts, and birds of prey : 
Her life was beaft-like, and devoid of pity ; 
And, being fo, mall have like want of pity. 
See juftice done on Aaron ; that damn'd Moor, 
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning : 
Then, afterwards, to order well the ftate ; 
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt. 



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