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By the kind permission of Messrs Macmillan Iff Co. 
and IV. ALUs Wright, Esq., the text here 
used is that of the " Cambridge ' Edition. In 
the present issue of the ' ' Temple Shakespeare 
the Editor has introduced some feiv textual 
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2-7 53 
v.H 

THE TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO 
Preface. 



The Early Editions. The First Edition of Othello was a Quarto, 
published in 1622, with the following title-page:— 

"The I Tragoedy of Othello, | The Moore of Venice. | As it hath becne 
diuerse times acted at the | Globe, and at the Black -Friers, by | his Maiesties 
Seruants. \ Written by William Shakespeare. | [Vignette] | London, | 
Printed by N. O. for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at his | shop, 
at the Eagle and Child, in Brittans Bursse. | 1622." * 

In 1623 appeared the First Folio, containing Othello among the 
"Tragedies" (pp. 310-339); the text, however, was not derived from 
the same source as the First Quarto; an independent MS. must have 
been obtained. In addition to many improved readings, the play as 
printed in the Folio contained over one hundred and fifty verses omitted 
in the earlier edition, while, on the other hand, ten or fifteen lines in 
the Quarto were not represented in the Folio version. Thomas Walkley 
had not resigned his interest in the play ; it is clear from the Stationers' 
Register that it remained his property until March 1st, 1627 (i.e. 1628) 
when he assigned " Ortheli.o the More of Venice'''' unto Richard Hawkins, 
who issued the Second Quarto in 1630. A Third Quarto appeared in 
1655 ; and later Quartos in 1681, 1687, 1695. 

The text of modern editions of the play is based on that of the First 
Folio, though it is not denied that we have in the First Quarto a genuine 
play-house copy; a notable difference, pointing to the Quarto text as the 
older, is its retention of oaths and asseverations, which are omitted or 
toned down in the Folio version. 

* Prefixed to this First Quarto were the following lines : — 
"The Stationer to the Reader. 

" To set forth a booke without an Epistle, -were like to the old English prouerbe, A 
blew coat without a badge, &* the Author being dead, I thought good to take that 
piece ofworke vpon ntee: To commend it, I will not, for that which is good, I hope 
tuery man will commend, without intreaty : and I am the bolder, because the authors 
name is sufficient to vent his workc. Tints leaning euery one to the liberty of judge- 
ment: I haue ventered to print this play, and leaue it to the gcncrall censure. Yours, 
Thomas Walkley." 



Preface TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Date of Composition. This last point has an important bearing 
on the date of the play, for it proves that Othello was written before the 
Act of Parliament was issued in 1606 against the abuse of the name of 
God in plays. External and internal evidence seem in favour of 1604 as 
the birth-year of the tragedy, and this date has been generally accepted 
since the publication of the Variorum Shakespeare of 1 82 1, wherein 
Malone's views in favour of that year were set forth (Malone had died 
nine years before the work appeared). After putting forward various 
theories, he added : — " We know it was acted in 1604, and I have there- 
fore placed it in that year." For twenty years scholars sought in vain 
to discover upon what evidence he kneiv this important fact, until at last 
about the year 1840 Peter Cunningham announced his discovery of 
certain Accounts of the Revels at Court, containing the following item : — 

" By tlu King's ' Hallamas Day, being the first of Nov, 
Ma'is Platers. A play at the bankettinge House att 

Whitehall, called the Moor of Venis [1604].' " * 
We now know that this manuscript was a forgery, but strange to say 
there is every reason to believe that though ' the book ' itself is spurious, 
the information which it yields is genuine, and that Malone had some 
such entry in his possession when he wrote his emphatic statement (vide 
Grant White's account of the whole story, quoted in Furness' Variorum 
edition; cp. pp. 351-357). 

The older school of critics, and Malone himself at first, assigned the 
play to circa 161 1 on the strength of the lines, III. iv. 46, 47: — 

The hearts of old gave hands ; 
But our neiv heraldry is hands not hearts,' 

which seemed to be a reference to the arms of the order of Baronets, 
instituted by King James in 161 1 ; Malone, however, in his later edition 
of the play aptly quoted a passage from the Essays of Sir Wm. Corn- 
wallis, the younger, published in 1601, which may have suggested the 
thought to Shakespeare: — "They (our forefathers j had tvont to give their 
hands and their hearts together, but ice think it a fner grace to look asquint, our 
hand looking one if ay, and our heart another. 

The Original Othello. From the elegy on the death of Richard 
Burbage in the year 161 8, it appears that the leading character of the 
play was assigned to this most famous actor: — ■ 

"But let me not forget one chief est part 
Wherein, beyond the rest, he mo-dd tlte heart, 
The grieved Moor, made jealous by a sla7/e, 
Who sent his wife to fill a timeless grave, 



* v. Shakespeare Society Publications, 1842. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Preface 

Then slew himself upon the bloody bed. 
All these and many more with him are dead." * 

The Source of the Plot. The story of '7/ Moro di Venez.ia y 
was taken from the Heccatommithi of the Italian novelist Giraldi Cinthio ; 
it is the seventh tale of the third decade, which deals with " The unfaith- 
fulness of Husbands and Wives." No English translation of the novel 
existed in Shakespeare's time (at least we know of none), but a French 
translation appeared in the year 1584, and through this medium the 
work may have come to England. Cinthio's novel may have been of 
Oriental origin, and in its general character it somewhat resembles the 
tale of The Three Apples in The Thousand and One Nights ; on the other hand 
it has been ingeniously maintained that "a certain Christophal Moro, a 
Luogotenente di Cipro, who returned from Cyprus in 1508, after having 
lost his wife, was the original of the Moor of Venice of Giraldi Cinthio." 
" Fronting the summit of the Giants' Stair," writes Mr Rawdon Brown, 
the author of this theory, "where the Doges of Venice were crowned, 
there are still visible four shields spotted with mulberries (stratuberries in 
the description of Desdemona's handkerchief), indicating that that part 
of the palace portal on which they are carved was terminated in the 
reign of Christopher Moro, whose insignia are three mulberries sable 
and three bends azure on a field argent; the word Moro signifying in 
Italian either mulberry-tree or blackamoor." Perhaps Shakespeare 
learnt the true story of his Othello from some of the distinguished 
Venetians in England ; "Cinthio's novel would never have sufficed him 
for his Othello" f (vide Furness, pp. 372-389). Knowing, however, 
Shakespeare's transforming power, we may well maintain that, without 
actual knowledge of Christopher Moro's history, he was capable of 
creating Othello from Cinthio's savage Moor, Iago from the cunning 
cowardly ensign of the original, the gentle lady Desdemona from " the 
virtuous lady of marvellous beauty, named Disdemona (i.e. ' the hapless 
one'), "J who is beaten to death "with a stocking filled with sand," 

* v. Ingleby's Centurie of Prayse {New Shah. .S'oc), 2nd edition, p. 131, where the 
elegy is discussed, and a truer version printed. 

t The title of the novel summarises its contents as follows :— 

"A Moorish Captain takes to wife a Venetian Dame, and his Ancient accuses her of 
adultery to her husband : it is planned that the Ancient is to kill him whom he believes 
to be the adulterer : the Captain kills the woman, is accused by the Ancient, the Moor 
does not confess, but after the infli< tion of extreme torture, is banished ; and the 
wicked Ancient, thinking to injure others, provided for himself a miserable death." 

J This is the only name given by Cinthio, Steevens first pointed out that " ( >thello" 
is found in Reynold's God's Revenge against Adultery, standing in one of his arguments 



Preface TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO 

Cassio and Emilia from the vaguest possible outlines. The tale should 
be read side by side with the play by such as desire to study the process 
whereby a not altogether artless tale of horror * has become the subtlest 
of tragedies — " perhaps the greatest work in the world, "f "The most 
pathetic of human compositions." J 

" Dreams, Books, are each a world : and books, we know, 
Are a substantial world, both pure and good ; 
Round them with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, 
Our pastime and our happiness will grow. 
There find I personal theme, a plenteous store, 
Matter wherein right voluble I am, 
To which I listen with a ready ear; 
Two shall be named pre-eminently dear, — 
The gentle Lady married to the Moor ; 
And heavenly Una, with her milk-white Lamb." 

Duration of Action. The action seems to cover three days: — 
Act I., one day. Interval for voyage. Act II., one day. Acts 111., IV., 
V., one day. In order to get over the difficulty of this time-division 
various theories have been advanced, notably that of Double Time, pro- 
pounded by Halpin and Wilson ; according to the latter, " Shakespeare 
counts off days and hours, as it were, by two clocks, on one of which the 
true Historic Time is recorded, and on the other the Dramatic Time, or 
a false show of time, whereby days, weeks, and months may be to the 
utmost contracted " (Furness, pp. 358-372). 

According to Mr Fleay, the scheme of time for the play is as follows : — 

Act I., one day. Interval for voyage. Act II., one day. Act III., 

one day (Sunday). Interval of a week, at least. Act IV. Sc. i., ii., iii. ; 

Act V. Sc. i., ii., iii., one day: where Act IV. begins with what is now 

Act III. Sc. iv., and Act V. with the present Act IV. Sc. iii. 

as follows: — " She marries Othello, an old German soldier." The name " Iago" also 
occurs in the book. It is also found in " The first and second part of the History 0/ 
the famous Euor J anus, Prince of Denmark. With the strange adventures of lago \ 
Prince of Saxonie : and of both their several fortunes in Love. At London, 1605." 

* Mrs Jameson rightly calls attention to a striking incident of the original story : — 
Desdemona does not accidentally drop the handkerchief: it is stolen from her by Iago's 
little child, an infant of three years old, whom he trains and bribes to the theft. The 
love of Desdemona for this child, her little playfellow — the pretty description of her 
taking it in her arms and caressing it, while it profits by its situation to steal the hand- 
kerchief from her bosom, are well imagined and beautifully told, etc. 

t Macaulay. 

j Wordsworth — "The tragedy of Ot/iello, Plato's records of the last scenes in the career 
of Socrates, and Izaak Walton's Life of George Herbert are the most pathetic of human 
compositions." (A valuable summary of criticisms, English and foreign, will be found 
in Furness's Othello, pp. 407-453.) 



" Othello must not be conceived as a negro, but a high 
and chivalrous Moorish chief. Shakespeare learned the 
spirit of the character from the Spanish poetry, which 
was prevalent in England in his time. Jealousy does 
not strike me as the point in his passion ; I take it to 
be rather an agony that the creature, whom he had 
believed angelic, with whom he had garnered up his 
heart, and whom he could not help still loving, should 
be proved impure and worthless. It was the struggle 
not to love her. It was a moral indignation and regret 
that virtue should so fall: — 'But yet the pity of it, 
Iago ! — O Iago ! the pity of it, Iago ! ' In addition to 
this, his honour was concerned : Iago would not have 
succeeded but by hinting that his honour was com- 
promised. There is no ferocity in Othello; his mind 
is majestic and composed. lie deliberately determines 
to die; and speaks his last speech with a view of 
showing his attachment to the Venetian State, though 
it had superseded him. 

"Schiller has the material Sublime; to produce an 
effect, he sets you a whole town on fire, and throws 
infants with their mothers into the flames, or locks up 
a father in an old tower. But Shakespeare drops a 
handkerchief, and the same or greater effects follow. 

"Lear is the most tremendous effort of Shakespeare 
as a poet; Hamlet as a philosopher or meditator; and 
Othello is the union of the two. There is something 
gigantic and unformed in the former two; but in the 
latter, everything assumes its due place and propor- 
tion, and the whole mature powers of his mind are 
displayed in admirable equilibrium." 

Coi.eridoe. 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 

Duke of Venice. 

BkabaNTIO, a senator 

Other Senators. 

Gratiano, brother to Brabantio, 

LoDOVICO, kinsm in to Brabanlw. 

Othello, a noble Moor in the set •vice of the Venetian state. 

Cassio, his lieutenant. 

Iago, hit ancient. 

RODERIGO, a Venetian gentleman. 

Montano, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus, 

Clown, servant to Othello. 

Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio and -wife to Othello. 
Emilia, ivife to Iago 
BlANCA, mistress to Cassio. 

Sailor, Messenger, Herald. Officers, Gentlemen, Musicians, and 
Attendants. 

Scene : Venice : a seaport in Cyprus. 



The Tragedy of 

Othello, The Moor of Venice. 

ACT FIRST, 
Scene I. 

Venice. A street. 
Enter Roderigo and Iago. 

Rod. Tush, never tell me ; I take it much unkindly 
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse 
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. 

Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me : 
If ever I did dream of such a matter, 
Abhor me. 

Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate. 

Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, 
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, 
Off-capp'd to him : and, by the faith of man, io 

I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : 
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, 
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance 
Horribly stuff 'd with epithets of war ; 
And, in conclusion, 

Nonsuits my mediators ; for, ' Certes,' says he, 
' I have already chose my officer.' 
And what was he ? 
Forsooth, a great arithmetician, 

One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, 20 

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; 

" A 



Act I. Sc. i, TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

That never set a squadron in the field, 

Nor the division of a battle knows 

More than a spinster ; unless the bookish theoric, 

Wherein the toged consuls can propose 

As masterly as he : mere prattle without practice 

Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election : 

And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof 

At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds 

Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd 

By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster, 31 

He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, 

And I — God bless the mark ! — his Moorship's ancient. 

Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. 

Iago. Why, there 's no remedy ; 'tis the curse of service, 
Preferment goes by letter and affection, 
And not by old gradation, where each second 
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself 
Whether I in any just term am affined 
To love the Moor. 

Rod. I would not follow him then. 40 

Iago. O, sir, content you ; 

I follow him to serve my turn upon him : 

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 

Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark 

Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, 

That doting on his own obsequious bondage 

Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, 

For nought but provender, and when he's old,cashier'd: 

Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are 

Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, 5° 

Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, 

And throwing but shows of service on their lords 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. i. 

Do well thrive by them, and when they have lined 

their coats 
Do themselves homage : these fellows have some soul, 
And such a one do I profess myself. 
For, sir, 

It is as sure as you are Roderigo, 
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago : 
In following him, I follow but myself; 
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, 
But seeming so, for my peculiar end : 60 

For when my outward action doth demonstrate 
The native act and figure of my heart 
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after 
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve 
For daws to peck at : I am not what I am. 

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, 
If he can carry 't thus ! 

Iago. Call up her father, 

Rouse him : make after him, poison his delight, 
Proclaim him in the streets ; incense her kinsmen, 
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 70 

Plague him with flies : though that his joy be joy, 
Yet throw such changes of vexation on 't 
As it may lose some colour. 

Rod. Here is her father's house ; I '11 call aloud. 

Iago. Do ; with like timorous accent and dire yell 
As when, by night and negligence, the fire 
Is spied in populous cities. 

Rod. What, ho, Brabantio ! Signior Brabantio, ho ! 

Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! 
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags ! 
Thieves ! thieves ! Hi 



Act I. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Brabantio appears above, at a ivindonu. 

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ? 
What is the matter there ? 

Rod. Signior, is all your family within ? 

Iago. Are your doors lock'd ? 

Bra. Why, wherefore ask you this ? 

Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you 're robb'd j for shame, put on your 
gown ; 
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul ; 
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram 
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ; 
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, 90 

Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you : 
Arise, I say. 

Bra. What, have you lost your wits ? 

Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice ? 

Bra. Not I : what are you ? 

Rod. My name is Roderigo. 

Bra. The worser welcome : 

I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors : 
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say 
My daughter is not for thee ; and now, in madness, 
Being full of supper and distempering draughts, 
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come loo 

To start my quiet. 

Rod. Sir, sir, sir, — 

Bra. But thou must needs be sure 

My spirit and my place have in them power 
To make this bitter to thee. 

Rod. Patience, good sir. 

Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing ? this is Venice ; 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. i. 

My house is not a grange. 

Rod. Most grave Brabantio, 

In simple and pure soul I come to you. 

Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not 
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we 
come to do you service and you think we are I io 
ruffians, you '11 have your daughter covered with 
a Barbary horse; you '11 have your nephews neigh 
to you ; you '11 have coursers for cousins, and 
gennets for germans. 

Bra. What profane wretch art thou ? 

Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your 
daughter and the Moor are now making the 
beast with two backs. 

Bra. Thou art a villain. 

Iago. You are — a senator. 1 19 

Bra. This thou shalt answer ; I know thee, Roderigo. 

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, 
If 't be your pleasure and most wise consent, 
As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter, 
At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night, 
Transported with no worse nor better guard 
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, 
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor, — 
If this be known to you, and your allowance, 
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs ; 
But if you know not this, my manners tell me 130 
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe 
That, from the sense of all civility, 
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence : 
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave, 
I say again, hath made a gross revolt, 



Act I. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes, 

In an extravagant and wheeling stranger 

Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: 

If she be in her chamber or your house, 

Let loose on me the justice of the state 140 

For thus deluding you. 

Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho ! 

Give me a taper ! call up all my people ! 
This accident is not unlike my dream : 
Belief of it oppresses me already. 
Light, I say ! light ! [Exit above. 

Iago. Farewell ; for I must leave you : 

It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, 
To be produced — as, if I stay, I shall — 
Against the Moor : for I do know, the state, 
However this may gall him with some check, 
Cannot with safety cast him ; for he 's embark'd 
"With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, 151 

Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls, 
Another of his fathom they have none 
To lead their business : in which regard, 
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, 
Yet for necessity of present life, 
I must show out a flag and sign of love, 
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely 

find him, 
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search ; 
And there will I be with him. So farewell. [Exit. 

Enter be/oiv, Brabantio, in bis night-gown, and Servants 
ivith torches. 

Bra. It is too true an evil : gone she is ; 1 61 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc ii. 

And what 's to come of my despised time 
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, 
Where didst thou see her ? O unhappy girl ! 
With the Moor, say'st thou ? Who would be a father ! 
How didst thou know 'twas she ? O, she deceives me 
Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers. 
Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you ? 

Rod. Truly, I think they are. 

Bra. O heaven ! How got she out ? O treason of the 
blood! 170 

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds 
By what you see them act. Is there not charms 
By which the property of youth and maidhood 
May be abused ? Have you not read, Roderigo, 
Of some such thing ? 

Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. 

Bra. Call up my brother. O, would you had had her ! 
Some one way, some another. Do you know 
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor ? 

Rod. I think I can discover him, if you please 

To get good guard and go along with me. 180 

Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I '11 call ; 
1 may command at most. Get weapons, ho ! 
And raise some special officers of night. 
On, good Roderigo; I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

Another street. 
Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants ivith torches. 
Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, 
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience 



Act I. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

To do no contrived murder : I lack iniquity 
Sometimes to do me service : nine or ten times 
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the 
ribs. 

Oth. 'Tis better as it is. 

Iago. Nay, but he prated 

And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms 

Against your honour, 

That, with the little godliness I have, 

I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, sir, 

Are you fast married ? Be assured of this, 1 1 

That the magnifico is much beloved, 

And hath in his effect a voice potential 

As double as the duke's : he will divorce you, 

Or put upon you what restraint and grievance 

The law, with all his might to enforce it on, 

Will give him cable. 

Oth. Let him do his spite : 

My services, which I have done the signiory, 
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know — 
Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, 20 
I shall promulgate — I fetch my life and being 
From men of royal siege, and my demerits 
May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune 
As this that I have reach'd : for know, Iago, 
But that I love the gentle Desdemona, 
I would not my unhoused free condition 
Put into a circumscription and confine 
For the sea's worth. But, look ! what lights come 
yond ? 

Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends : 
You were best go in. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I# Sc# ii# 

Oth. Not I j I must be found : 30 

My parts, my title and my perfect soul, 
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they ? 

Iago. By Janus, I think no. 

Enter Cassio, and certain Officers ivith torches. 

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. 

The goodness of the night upon you, friends ! 

What is the news ? 
Cas. The duke does greet you, general, 

And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, 

Even on the instant. 
Oth. What is the matter, think you ? 

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine : 

It is a business of some heat : the galleys 40 

Have sent a dozen sequent messengers 

This very night at one another's heels ; 

And many of the consuls, raised and met, 

Are at the duke's already : you have been hotly call'd 
for ; 

When, being not at your lodging to be found, 

The senate hath sent about three several quests 

To search you out. 
Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you. 

I will but spend a word here in the house, 

And go with you. [Exit. 

Cas. Ancient, what makes he here ? 

Iago. Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack : 50 

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. 
Cas. I do not understand. 
Iago. He's married. 

Cas. To who ? 



Act I. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Re-enter Othello. 
Iago. Marry, to — Come, captain, will you go ? 
Oth. Have with you. 

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. 
Iago. It is Brabantio : general, be advised ; 
He comes to bad intent. 

Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers with torches 
and weapons. 

Oth. Hallo ! stand there ! 

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. 

Bra. Down with him, thief! 

[They draw on both sides. 

Iago. You, Roderigo ! come, sir, I am for you. 

Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust 
them. 
Good signior, you shall more command with years 60 
Than with your weapons. 

Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my 
daughter ? 
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her j 
For I'll refer me to all things of sense, 
If she in chains of magic were not bound, 
Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy, 
So opposite to marriage that she shunn'd 
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, 
Would ever have, to incur a general mock, 
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom 70 

Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight. 
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense 
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, 
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act i. Sc. ii. 

That weaken motion : I '11 have 't disputed on ; 

'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. 

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee 

For an abuser of the world, a practiser 

Of arts inhibited and out of warrant. 

Lay hold upon him : if he do resist, 80 

Subdue him at his peril. 
Oth. Hold your hands, 

Both you of my inclining and the rest : 

Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it 

Without a prompter. Where will you that I go 

To answer this your charge ? 
Bra. To prison, till fit time 

Of law and course of direct session 

Call thee to answer. 
Oth. What if I do obey ? 

How may the duke be therewith satisfied, 

Whose messengers are here about my side, 

Upon some present business of the state 90 

To bring me to him ? 
First Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior ; 

The duke's in council, and your noble self, 

I am sure, is sent for. 
Bra. How ! the duke in council ! 

In this time of the night ! Bring him away : 

Mine 's not an idle cause : the duke himself, 

Or any of my brothers of the state, 

Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own ; 

For if such actions may have passage free, 

Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be. 

[Exeunt. 



Act I. Sc. Hi. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Scene III. 

A council-chamber . 

The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Officers 
attending. 

Duke. There is no composition in these news 
That gives them credit. 

First Sen. Indeed they are disproportion'd •, 

My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. 

Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 

Sec. Sen. And mine, two hundred : 

But though they jump not on a just account, — 
As in these cases, where the aim reports, 
'Tis oft with difference, — yet do they all confirm 
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. 

Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgement : 

I do not so secure me in the error, io 

But the main article I do approve 
In fearful sense. 

Sailor. [Within] What, ho ! what, ho ! what, ho ! 

First Off. A messenger from the galleys. 

Enter Sailor. 

Duke. Now, what 's the business ? 

Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes ; 
So was I bid report here to the state 
By Signior Angelo. 

Duke. How say you by this change ? 

First Sen. This cannot be, 

By no assay of reason : 'tis a pageant 
To keep us in false gaze. When we consider 
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk, 20 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. Hi. 

And let ourselves again but understand 

That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, 

So may he with more facile question bear it, 

For that it stands not in such warlike brace, 

But altogether lacks the abilities 

That Rhodes is dress'd in : if we make thought of this, 

We must not think the Turk is so unskilful 

To leave that latest which concerns him first, 

Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, 

To wake and wage a danger profitless. 30 

Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. 

First Off. Here is more news. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, 

Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, 
Have there injointed them with an after fleet. 

First Sen. Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess ? 

Mess. Of thirty sail : and now they do re-stem 

Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance 
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano 
Your trusty and most valiant servitor, 40 

With his free duty recommends you thus, 
And prays you to believe him. 

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus. 

Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town ? 

First Sen. He's now in Florence. 

Duke. Write from us to him ; post-post-haste dispatch. 

First Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor. 

Enter Brabantio, Othello, lago, Roderigo, and Officers. 
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you 
Against the general enemy Ottoman. 



Act I. Sc. Hi, TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

[To Brabantio] I did not see you ; welcome, gentle 
signior ; 50 

We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. 

Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me ; 
Neither my place nor aught I heard of business 
Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the general care 
Take hold on me ; for my particular grief 
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature 
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, 
And it is still itself. 

Duke. Why, what 's the matter ? 

Bra. My daughter ! O, my daughter ! 

All. Dead ? 

Bra. Ay, to me ; 

She is abused, stol'n from me and corrupted 60 

By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks ; 
For nature so preposterously to err, 
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, 
Sans witchcraft could not. 

Duke. Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding 
Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself 
And you of her, the bloody book of law 
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter 
After your own sense, yea, though our proper son 
Stood in your action. 

Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. 70 

Here is the man, this Moor ; whom now, it seems, 
Your special mandate for the state-affairs 
Hath hither brought. 

All. We are very sorry for 't. 

Duke. [To Othello] What in your own part can you say to 
this ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. Hi. 

Bra. Nothing, but this is so. 

Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 
My very noble and approved good masters, 
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, 
It is most true ; true, I have married her : 
The very head and front of my offending 80 

Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, 
And little blest with the soft phrase of peace ; 
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, 
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used 
Their dearest action in the tented field ; 
And little of this great world can I speak, 
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; 
And therefore little shall I grace my cause 
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, 
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver po 

Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, 
What conjuration and what mighty magic — 
For such proceeding I am charged withal — 
I won his daughter. 

Bra. A maiden never bold ; 

Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion 
Blush'd at herself ; and she — in spite of nature, 
Of years, of country, credit, every thing — 
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ! 
It is a judgement maim'd and most imperfect, 
That will confess perfection so could err IOO 

Against all rules of nature; and must be driven 
To find out practices of cunning hell, 
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, 
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, 
Or with some dram conjured to this effect, 



Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

He wrought upon her. 

Duke. To vouch this, is no proof, 

Without more certain and more overt test 
Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods 
Of modern seeming do prefer against him. 

First Sen. But, Othello, speak : no 

Did you by indirect and forced courses 
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ? 
Or came it by request, and such fair question 
As soul to soul affordeth ? 

Oth. I do beseech you, 

Send for the lady to the Sagittary, 
And let her speak of me before her father : 
If you do find me foul in her report, 
The trust, the office I do hold of you, 
Not only take away, but let your sentence 
Even fall upon my life. 

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither, 120 

Oth. Ancient, conduct them ; you best know the place. 

[Exeunt lago and Attendants. 
And till she come, as truly as to heaven 
I do confess the vices of my blood, 
So justly to your grave ears I '11 present 
How I did thrive in this fair lady's love 
And she in mine. 

Duke. Say it, Othello. 

Oth. Her father loved me, oft invited me, 
Still questioned me the story of my life 
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, 130 
That I have pass'd. 

I ran it through, even from my boyish days 
To the very moment that he bade me tell it : 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act i. Sc . iii. 

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, 

Of moving accidents by flood and field, 

Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, 

Of being taken by the insolent foe, 

And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence, 

And portance in my travels' history : 

Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, 140 

Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch 

heaven, 
It was my hint to speak, — such was the process ; 
And of the Cannibals that each other eat, 
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads 
Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear 
Would Desdemona seriously incline : 
But still the house-affairs would draw her thence ; 
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, 
She 'Id come again, and with a greedy ear 
Devour up my discourse : which I observing, 150 

Took once a pliant hour, and found good means 
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart 
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, 
Whereof by parcels she had something heard, 
But not intentively : I did consent, 
And often did beguile her of her tears 
When I did speak of some distressful stroke 
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, 
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : 
She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing 

strange; 160 

'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : 
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd 
That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me, 



Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, 

I should but teach him how to tell my story, 

And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : 

She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, 

And I loved her that she did pity them. 

This only is the witchcraft I have used. 

Here comes the lady; let her witness it. 170 

Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. 

Dulr. I think this tale would win my daughter too. 
Good Brabantio, 

Take up this mangled matter at the best : 
Men do their broken weapons rather use 
Than their bare hands. 

Bra. I pray you, hear her speak : 

If she confess that she was half the wooer, 
Destruction on my head, if my bad blame 
Light on the man ! Come hither, gentle mistress : 
Do you perceive in all this noble company 
Where most you owe obedience ? 

Des. My noble father, 180 

I do perceive here a divided duty : 
To you I am bound for life and education ; 
My life and education both do learn me 
How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, 
I am hitherto your daughter : but here 's my husband, 
And so much duty as my mother show'd 
To you, preferring you before her father, 
So much I challenge that I may profess 
Due to the Moor my lord. 

Bra. God be with you ! I have done. 

Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs : 190 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. iii. 

I had rather to adopt a child than get it. 

Come hither, Moor : 

I here do give thee that with all my heart, 

Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart 

I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel, 

I am glad at soul I have no other child ; 

For thy escape would teach me tyranny, 

To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord. 

Duke. Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence 

Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers 200 

Into your favour. 

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended 

By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. 

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone 

Is the next way to draw new mischief on. 

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, 

Patience her injury a mockery makes. 

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief; 

He robs himself that spends a bootless grief. 

Bra. 80 let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; 210 

We lose it not so long as we can smile. 
He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears 
But the free comfort which from thence he hears ; 
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, 
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. 
These sentences, to sugar or to gall, 
Being strong on both sides, are equivocal : 
But words are words ; I never yet did hear 
That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear. 
I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state. 

Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation 221 
makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of 



Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

the place is best known to you ; and though 
we have there a substitute of most allowed 
sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of 
effects, throws a more safer voice on you : you 
must therefore be content to slubber the gloss 
of your new fortunes with this more stubborn 
and boisterous expedition. 

Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, 230 

Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war 
My thrice-driven bed of down : I do agnize 
A natural and prompt alacrity 
I find in hardness ; and do undertake 
These present wars against the Ottomites. 
Most humbly therefore bending to your state, 
I crave fit disposition for my wife, 
Due reference of place and exhibition, 
With such accommodation and besort 
As levels with her breeding. 

Duke. If you please, 240 

Be 't at her father's. 

Bra. I '11 not have it so. 

Oth. Nor I. 

Des. Nor I, I would not there reside, 

To put my father in impatient thoughts 
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke, 
To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear, 
And let me find a charter in your voice 
To assist my simpleness. 

Duke. What would you, Desdemona ? 

Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, 

My downright violence and storm of fortunes 250 
May trumpet to the world: my heart's subdued 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. iii. 

Even to the very quality of my lord : 

I saw Othello's visage in his mind, 

And to his honours and his valiant parts 

Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate. 

So that, dear lords, if I be left behind, 

A moth of peace, and he go to the war, 

The rites for which I love him are bereft me, 

And I a heavy interim shall support 

By his dear absence. Let me go with him. 260 

Oth. Let her have your voices. 

Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not, 

To please the palate of my appetite ; 

Nor to comply with heat — the young affects 

In me defunct — and proper satisfaction; 

But to be free and bounteous to her mind : 

And heaven defend your good souls, that you think 

I will your serious and great business scant 

For she is with me. No, when light-wing'd toys 

Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness 270 

My speculative and officed instruments, 

That my disports corrupt and taint my business, 

Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, 

And all indign and base adversities 

Make head against my estimation ! 

Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, 

Either for her stay or going : the affair cries haste, 
And speed must answer 't ; you must hence to-night. 

Des. To-night, my lord ? 

Duke. This night. 

Oth. With all my heart. 

Duke. At nine i' the morning here we'll meet again. 280 
Othello, leave some officer behind, 



Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

And he shall our commission bring to you ; 

With such things else of quality and respect 

As doth import you. 
Oth. So please your grace, my ancient ; 

A man he is of honesty and trust : 

To his conveyance I assign my wife, 

With what else needful your good grace shall think 

To be sent after me. 
Duke. Let it be so. 

Good night to every one. [To Brab.~\ And, noble 
signior, 

If virtue no delighted beauty lack, 290 

Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 
First Sen. Adieu, brave Moor ; use Desdemona well. 
Bra. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see 

She has deceived her father, and may thee. 

[Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. 
Oth. My life upon her faith ! Honest Iago, 

My Desdemoma must I leave to thee : 

I prithee, let thy wife attend on her ; 

And bring them after in the best advantage. 

Come, Desdemona ; I have but an hour 

Of love, of worldly matters and direction, 300 

To spend with thee : we must obey the time. 

[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. 
Rod. Iago ! 

Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart ? 
Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou ? 
Iago. Why, go to bed and sleep. 
Rod. I will incontinently drown myself. 
Iago. If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. 

Why, thou silly gentleman ! 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. Hi. 

Rod. It is silliness to live when to live is torment ; 

and then have we a prescription to die when 310 
death is our physician. 

Iago. O villanous ! I have looked upon the world 
for four times seven years ; and since I could 
distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I 
never found man that knew how to love himself. 
Ere I would say I would drown myself for 
the love of a guinea-hen, I would change my 
humanity with a baboon. 

Rod. What should I do ? I confess it is my shame 

to be so fond; but it is not in my virtue to 320 
amend it. 

Iago. Virtue ! a fig ! 'tis in ourselves that we are 
thus or thus. Our bodies are gardens : to the 
which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will 
plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed 
up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or 
distract it with many, either to have it sterile 
with idleness or manured with industry, why, 
the power and corrigible authority of this lies 
in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not 330 
one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, 
the blood and baseness of our natures would 
conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : 
but we have reason to cool our raging motions, 
our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts ; whereof 
I take this, that you call love, to be a sect or 
scion. 

Rod. It cannot be. 

Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 

of the will. Come, be a man: drown thyself! 340 



Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed 
me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy 
deserving with cables of perdurable toughness : 
I could never better stead thee than now. Put 
money in thy purse ; follow thou the wars ; 
defeat thy favour with an usurped beard ; I say, 
put money in thy purse. It cannot be that 
Desdemona should long continue her love to the 
Moor — put money in thy purse — nor he his to 
her : it was a violent commencement, and thou 350 
shalt see an answerable sequestration j put but 
money in thy purse. These Moors are change- 
able in their wills : — fill thy purse with money. 
The food that to him now is as luscious as 
locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as colo- 
quintida. She must change for youth : when she 
is sated with his body, she will find the error of 
her choice : she must have change, she must : 
therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt 
needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way 360 
than drowning. Make all the money thou canst : 
if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring 
barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian be not too 
hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou 
shalt enjoy her ; therefore make money. A pox 
of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the 
way : seek thou rather to be hanged in compass- 
ing thy joy than to be drowned and go without 
her. 

Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on 370 
the issue ? 

lago. Thou art sure of me : go, make money : I have 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. iii. 

told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and 
again, I hate the Moor : my cause is hearted •, 
thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive 
in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold 
him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. 
There are many events in the womb of time, 
which will be delivered. Traverse; go; provide 
thy money. We will have more of this to- 380 
morrow. Adieu. 

Rod. Where shall we meet i' the morning ? 

Iago. At my lodging. 

Rod. I '11 be with thee betimes. 

Iago. Go to : farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo ? 

Rod. What say you ? 

Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear ? 

Rod. I am changed : I '11 go sell all my land. [Exit. 

Iago. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse ; 

For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, 390 

If I would time expend with such a snipe 

But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor ; 

And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets 

He has done my office : I know not if 't be true ; 

But I for mere suspicion in that kind 

Will do as if for surety. He holds me well ; 

The better shall my purpose work on him. 

Cassio's a proper man : let me see now; 

To get his place, and to plume up my will 

In double knavery — How, how ?— Let 's see : — 400 

After some time, to abuse Othello's ear 

That he is too familiar with his wife. 

He hath a person and a smooth dispose 

To be suspected ; framed to make women false. 



Act II. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

The Moor is of a free and open nature, 
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so ; 
And will as tenderly be led by the nose 
As asses are. 

I have 't. It is engender'd. Hell and night 
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light. 

[Exit. 

ACT SECOND. 
Scene I. 

A sea-port in Cyprus. An open place near the quay. 
Enter Montana and tivo Gentlemen. 

Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea ? 

First Gent. Nothing at all : it is a high-wrought flood ; 
I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, 
Descry a sail. 

Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land •, 
A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : 
If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, 
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, 
Can hold the mortise ? What shall we hear of this ? 

Sec. Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet : 10 

For do but stand upon the foaming shore, 
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds 
The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous 

mane, 
Seems to cast water on the burning bear, 
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole : 
I never did like molestation view 
On the enchafed flood. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. i. 

Mon. If that the Turkish fleet 

Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd ; 
It is impossible to bear it out. 

Enter a third Gentleman. 

Third Gent. News, lads ! our wars are done. 20 

The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks, 
That their designment halts : a noble ship of Venice 
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance 
On most part of their fleet. 

Mon. How ! is this true ? 

Third Gent. The ship is here put in, 

A Veronesa ; Michael Cassio, 
Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, 
Is come on shore : the Moor himself at sea, 
And is in full commission here for Cyprus. 

Mon. I am glad on 't ; 'tis a worthy governor. 30 

Third Gent. But this same Cassio, though he speak of 
comfort 
Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly 
And prays the Moor be safe ; for they were parted 
With foul and violent tempest. 

Mon. Pray heavens he be ; 

For I have served him, and the man commands 
Like a full soldier. Let 's to the seaside, ho ! 
As well to see the vessel that 's come in 
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, 
Even till we make the main and the aerial blue 
An indistinct regard. 

Third Gent. Come, let 's do so ; 40 

For every minute is expectancy 
Of more arrivance. 



Act II. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Enter Cassio. 

Cas. Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle, 
That so approve the Moor ! O, let the heavens 
Give him defence against the elements, 
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea. 

Mon. Is he well shipp'd ? 

Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot 
Of very expert and approved allowance ; 
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, 50 

Stand in bold cure. 

\A cry within : l A sail, a sail, a sail ! ' 

Enter a fourth Gentleman. 
Cas. What noise ? 
Fourth Gent. The town is empty ; on the brow o' the sea 

Stand ranks of people, and they cry ' A sail ! ' 
Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 

\_Guns heard. 
Sec. Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy : 

Our friends at least. 
Cas. ] pray you, sir, go forth, 

And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived. 
Sec. Gent. I shall. [Exit. 

Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived ? 60 
Cas. Most fortunately : he hath achieved a maid 

That paragons description and wild fame ; 

One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, 

And in the essential vesture of creation 

Does tire the ingener. 

Re-enter second Gentleman. 

How now ! who has put in ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. i. 

Sec. Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. 

Cas. He has had most favourable and happy speed : 

Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, 
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, 
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel, 70 

As having sense of beauty, do omit 
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by 
The divine Desdemona. 

Mon. What is she ? 

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain, 
Left in the conduct of the bold Iago ; 
"Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts 
A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard, 
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath, 
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship, 
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, 80 
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits, 
And bring all Cyprus comfort. 

Enter Desdemona, Emilia, Iago, Roderigo, and Attendants. 

O, behold, 

The riches of the ship is come on shore ! 

Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. 

Hail to thee, lady ! and the grace of heaven, 

Before, behind thee, and on every hand, 

Enwheel thee round ! 
Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio. 

What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? 
Cas. He is not yet arrived : nor know I aught 

But that he's well and will be shortly here. 90 

Des. O, but 1 fear — How lost you company ? 
Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies 



Act II. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Parted our fellowship — But, hark ! a sail. 

[A cry within : ' A sail, a sail ! ' Guns heard. 
Sec. Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel : 

This likewise is a friend. 
Cas. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman. 

Good ancient, you are welcome. [To Emilia'] Welcome, 
mistress : 

Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, 

That I extend my manners ; 'tis my breeding 

That gives me this bold show of courtesy. loo 

[Kissing her. 
Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips 

As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, 

You 'Id have enough. 
Des. Alas, she has no speech. 

Iago. In faith, too much ; 

I find it still when I have list to sleep : 

Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, 

She puts her tongue a little in her heart 

And chides with thinking. 
Emil. You have little cause to say so. 
Iago. Come on, come on ; you are pictures out of 
doors, iio 

Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens, 

Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, 

Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your 
beds. 
Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer ! 
Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk : 

You rise to play, and go to bed to work. 
Emil. You shall not write my praise. 
Iago. No, let me not. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. i. 

Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst 

praise me ? 
Iago. O gentle lady,, do not put me to 't ; 

For I am nothing if not critical. 1 20 

Des. Come on, assay — There 's one gone to the harbour ? 
Iago. Ay, madam. 
Des. I am not merry ; but I do beguile 

The thing I am by seeming otherwise. 

Come, how wouldst thou praise me ? 
Iago. I am about it ; but indeed my invention 

Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize ; 

It plucks out brains and all : but my Muse labours, 

And thus she is deliver'd. 

If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, 1 30 

The one 's for use, the other useth it. 
Des. "Well praised ! How if she be black and witty ? 
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, 

She '11 find a white that shall her blackness fit. 
Des. Worse and worse. 
Emit. How if fair and foolish ? 
Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair ; 

For even her folly help'd her to an heir. 
Des. These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh 

i' the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou 140 

for her that 's foul and foolish ? 
Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto, 

But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. 
Des. O heavy ignorance ! thou praisest the worst best. 

But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserv- 
ing woman indeed, one that in the authority of 

her merit did justly put on the vouch of very 

malice itself? 



Act II. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

How does my old acquaintance of this isle ? 

Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus ; 

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet, 

I prattle out of fashion, and I dote 

In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago, 

Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers : 210 

Bring thou the master to the citadel ; 

He is a good one, and his worthiness 

Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona, 

Once more well met at Cyprus. 

\Exeunt all but Iago and Roderigo. 

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. 
Come hither. If thou be'st valiant — as, they 
say, base men being in love have then a nobility 
in their natures more than is native to them — 
list me. The lieutenant to-night watches on 
the court of guard. First, I must tell thee this : 220 
Desdemona is directly in love with him. 

Rod. With him ? why, 'tis not possible. 

Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be in- 
structed. Mark me with what violence she first 
loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her 
fantastical lies : and will she love him still for 
prating ? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her 
eye must be fed ; and what delight shall she have 
to look on the devil ? When the blood is made 
dull with the act of sport, there should be, again 230 
to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite, 
loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners 
and beauties ; all which the Moor is defective 
in : now, for want of these required conveniences, 
her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. i. 

begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the 
Moor ; very nature will instruct her in it and 
compel her to some second choice. Now, sir, 
this granted — as it is a most pregnant and un- 
forced position — who stands so eminently in 240 
the degree of this fortune as Cassio does ? a 
knave very voluble ; no further conscionable 
than in putting on the mere form of civil and 
humane seeming, for the better compassing of 
his salt and most hidden loose affection ? why, 
none ; why, none : a slipper and subtle knave ; 
a finder out of occasions ; that has an eye can 
stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true 
advantage never present itself: a devilish knave ! 
Besides, the knave is handsome, young, and hath 250 
all those requisites in him that folly and green 
minds look after : a pestilent complete knave ; 
and the woman hath found him already. 

Rod. I cannot believe that in her j she 's full of most 
blest condition. 

lago. Blest fig's-end ! the wine she drinks is made 
of grapes ; if she had been blest, she would 
never have loved the Moor : blest pudding ! 
Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of 
his hand ? didst not mark that ? 260 

Rod. Yes, that I did ; but that was but courtesy. 

Iago. Lechery, by this hand ; an index and obscure 
prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. 
They met so near with their lips that their 
breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, 
Roderigo ! when these mutualities so marshal 
the way, hard at hand comes the master and 



Act II. Sc i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

main exercise, the incorporate conclusion : pish ! 
But, sir, be you ruled by me : I have brought 
you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for 270 
the command, I '11 lay 't upon you : Cassio 
knows you not : I '11 not be far from you : do 
you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either 
by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline, 
or from what other course you please, which the 
time shall more favourably minister. 

Rod. Well. 

Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and 
haply may strike at you : provoke him, that he 
may, for even out of that will I cause these of 280 
Cyprus to mutiny ; whose qualification shall come 
into no true taste again but by the displanting of 
Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to 
your desires by the means I shall then have to 
prefer them, and the impediment most profitably 
removed, without the which there were no ex- 
pectation of our prosperity. 

Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any oppor- 
tunity. 

Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the 290 
citadel : I must fetch his necessaries ashore. 
Farewell. 

Rod. Adieu. [Exit. 

Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it ; 
That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit : 
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, 
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature •, 
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdcmona 
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. ii. 

Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure 300 

I stand accountant for as great a sin, 

But partly led to diet my revenge, 

For that I do suspect the lusty Moor 

Hath leap'd into my seat : the thought whereof 

Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards j 

And nothing can or shall content my soul 

Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife ; 

Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor 

At least into a jealousy so strong 

That judgement cannot cure. Which thing to do, 

If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash g 1 1 

For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, 

I '11 have our Michael Cassio on the hip, 

Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb ; 

For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too ; 

Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me, 

For making him egregiously an ass 

And practising upon his peace and quiet 

Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused : 319 

Knavery's plain face is never seen till used. [Exit. 

Scene II. 

A street. 

Enter a Herald nvith a proclamation ; People following. 

Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant 
general, that upon certain tidings now arrived, 
importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, 
every man put himself into triumph ; some to 
dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what 
sport and revels his addiction leads him : for, 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration 
of his nuptial. So much was his pleasure should 
be proclaimed. All offices are open, and there 
is full liberty of feasting from this present hour io 
of five till the bell have told eleven. Heaven 
bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general 
Othello ! [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

A hall in the castle. 
Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants. 

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night : 
Let 's teach ourselves that honourable stop, 
Not to outsport discretion. 

Cas. Iago hath direction what to do; 

But notwithstanding with my personal eye 
Will I look to't. 

Oth. Iago is most honest. 

Michael, good night : to-morrow with your earliest 
Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear love, 
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ; 
That profit 's yet to come 'tween me and you. io 

Good night. 

[Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and Attendants. 

Enter Iago. 

Cas. Welcome, Iago ; we must to the watch. 

Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant ; 'tis not yet ten o' the 
clock. Our general cast us thus early for the 
love of his Desdemona ; who let us not therefore 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii, 

blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night 
with her, and she is sport for Jove. 

Cas. She 's a most exquisite lady. 

Iago. And, I '11 warrant her, full of game. 

Cas. Indeed she 's a most fresh and delicate creature. 20 

Iago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds a 
parley to provocation. 

Cas. An inviting eye ; and yet methinks right modest. 

Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to 
love ? 

Cas. She is indeed perfection. 

Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets ! Come, lieu- 
tenant, I have a stoup of wine ; and here with- 
out are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would 
fain have a measure to the health of black 30 
Othello. 

Cas. Not to-night, good Iago : I have very poor and 
unhappy brains for drinking : I could well wish 
courtesy would invent some other custom of 
entertainment. 

Iago. O, they are our friends j but one cup : I '11 
drink for you. 

Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that 
was craftily qualified too, and behold what in- 
novation it makes here : I am unfortunate in the 40 
infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with 
any more. 

Iago. What, man ! 'tis a night of revels : the gallants 
desire it. 

Cas. Where are they ? 

Iago. Here at the door ; I pray you, call them in. 

Cas. I '11 do 't ; but it dislikes me. [Exit. 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

logo. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, 

With that which he hath drunk to-night already, 
He '11 be as full of quarrel and offence 50 

As my young mistress' dog. Now my sick fool 

Roderigo, 
Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, 
To Desdemona hath to-night caroused 
Potations pottle-deep ; and he 's to watch : 
Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, 
That hold their honours in a wary distance, 
The very elements of this warlike isle, 
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, 
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of 

drunkards, 
Am I to put our Cassio in some action 60 

That may offend the isle. But here they come : 
If consequence do but approve my dream, 
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. 

Re-enter Cassio ; with him Montano and Gentlemen ; 
Servants following ivith wine. 
Cas. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already. 
Mon. Good faith, a little one ; not past a pint, as I 

am a soldier. 
lago. Some wine, ho ! 

[Sings'] And let me the canakin clink, clink ; 
And let me the canakin clink : 

A soldier's a man ; 70 

A life's but a span ; 
Why then let a soldier drink. 

Some wine, boys ! 
Cas. 'Fore God, an excellent song. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii. 

Iago. I learned it in England, where indeed they are 
most potent in potting : your Dane, your German, 
and your swag-bellied Hollander, — Drink, ho ! — 
are nothing to your English. 

Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking ? 

Iago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane 80 
dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your 
Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit ere 
the next pottle can be filled. 

Cas. To the health of our general ! 

Mon. I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice. 

Iago. O sweet England ! 

[Sings] King Stephen was a worthy peer, 

His breeches cost him but a crown ; 
He held them sixpence all too dear, 

With that he call'd the tailor lown. 90 

He was a wight of high renown, 
And thou art but of low degree : 

'Tis pride that pulls the country down ; 
Then take thine auld cloak about thee. 

Some wine, ho ! 
Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the 

other. 
Iago. Will you hear 't again ? 
Cas. No ; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place 

that does those things. Well: God's above 100 

all j and there be souls must be saved, and there 

be souls must not be saved. 
Iago. It 's true, good lieutenant. 
Cas. For mine own part — no offence to the general, 

nor any man of quality — I hope to be saved. 



Act II. Sc. Hi. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

logo. And so do I too, lieutenant. 

Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me ; the 
lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let 's 
have no more of this j let 's to our affairs. God 
forgive us our sins! Gentlemen, let's look to no 
our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am 
drunk : this is my ancient : this is my right 
hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk 
now ; I can stand well enough, and speak well 
enough. 

All. Excellent well. 

Cas. Why, very well then ; you must not think then 

that I am drunk. [Exit. 

Mon. To the platform, masters ; come, let 's set the 

watch. 1 20 

lago. You see this fellow that is gone before ; 
He is a soldier fit to stand by Cassar 
And give direction : and do but see his vice ; 
'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, 
The one as long as the other : 'tis pity of him. 
I fear the trust Othello puts him in 
On some odd time of his infirmity 
Will shake this island. 

Mon. But is he often thus ? 

lago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep : 

He '11 watch the horologe a double set, 130 

If drink rock not his cradle. 

Mon. It were well 

The general were put in mind of it. 
Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature 
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio 
And looks not on his evils : is not this true ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE A ct II. Sc iii. 

Enter Roderigo. 
Iago. [Aside to kirn] How now, Roderigo ! 

I pray you, after the lieutenant ; go. [Exit Roderigo. 
Mon. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor 

Should hazard such a place as his own second 

With one of an ingraft infirmity : 1 40 

It were an honest action to say 

So to the Moor. 
Iago. Not I, for this fair island : 

I do love Cassio well, and would do much 

To cure him of this evil : — But, hark ! what noise ? 
[A cry within : ' Help ! help ! ' 

Re-enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo. 
Cos. 'Zounds ! you rogue ! you rascal ! 
Mon. What 's the matter, lieutenant ? 
Cas. A knave teach me my duty ! But I '11 beat the 

knave into a wicker bottle. 
Rod. Beat me ! 

Cas. Dost thou prate, rogue? [Striking Roderigo. 1 50 

Mon. Nay, good lieutenant ; I pray you, sir, hold 

your hand. 
Cas. Let me go, sir, or I '11 knock you o'er the mazzard. 
Mon. Come, come, you 're drunk. 

Cas. Drunk! [They fight. 

Iago. [Aside to Roderigo] Away, I say ; go out, and cry a 

mutiny. [Exit Roderigo. 

Nay, good lieutenant! God's will, gentlemen! 

Help, ho ! — Lieutenant, — sir, — Montano, — sir ; — 

Help, masters ! — Here's a goodly watch indeed ! 

[A bell rings. 

Who's that that rings the bell? — Diablo, ho ! 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

The town will rise : God 's will, lieutenant, hold ; 1 60 
You will be shamed for ever. 

Re-enter Othello and Attendants. 

Oth. What is the matter here? 

Man. 'Zounds, I bleed still ; I am hurt to the death. 

[Faints. 

Oth. Hold, for your lives ! 

Iago. Hold, ho ! Lieutenant, — sir, — Montano, — gentle- 
men, — 
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? 
Hold! the general speaks to you ; hold, hold, for shame! 

Oth. Why, how now, ho ! from whence ariseth this ? 
Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that 
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? 
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl : 
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage 17 1 

Holds his soul light ; he dies upon his motion. 
Silence that dreadful bell : it frights the isle 
From her propriety. What is the matter, masters ? 
Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, 
Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee. 

Iago. I do not know : friends all but now, even now, 
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom 
Devesting them for bed ; and then, but now, 
As if some planet had unwitted men, 180 

Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, 
In opposition bloody. I cannot speak 
Any beginning to this peevish odds ; 
And would in action glorious I had lost 
Those legs that brought me to a part of it ! 

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii. 

Cas. I pray you, pardon me ; I cannot speak. 

Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil ; 
The gravity and stillness of your youth 
The world hath noted, and your name is great 190 
In mouths of wisest censure : what 's the matter, 
That you unlace your reputation thus, 
And spend your rich opinion for the name 
Of a night-brawler ? give me answer to it. 

Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger : 
Your officer, Iago, can inform you — 
While I spare speech, which something now offends me — 
Of all that I do know : nor know I aught 
By me that's said or done amiss this night ; 
Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, 200 

And to defend ourselves it be a sin 
When violence assails us. 

Oth. Now, by heaven, 

My blood begins my safer guides to rule, 
And passion, having my best judgement collied, 
Assays to lead the way : if I once stir, 
Or do but lift this arm, the best of you 
Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know 
How this foul rout began, who set it on, 
And he that is approved in this offence, 
Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, 210 
Shall lose me. What, in a town of war, 
Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear, 
To manage private and domestic quarrel, 
In night, and on the court and guard of safety ! 
'Tis monstrous. Iago, who began 't ? 

Mon. If partially affined, or leagued in office, 
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Thou art no soldier. 

[ago. Touch me not so near : 

I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth 

Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; 220 

Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth 

Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general. 

Montano and myself being in speech, 

There comes a fellow crying out for help, 

And Cassio following him with determined sword, 

To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman 

Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause : 

Myself the crying fellow did pursue, 

Lest by his clamour — as it so fell out — 229 

The town might fall in fright : he, swift of foot, 

Outran my purpose ; and I return'd the rather 

For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, 

And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night 

I ne'er might say before. When I came back — 

For this was brief — I found them close together, 

At blow and thrust ; even as again they were 

When you yourself did part them. 

More of this matter cannot I report : 

But men are men ; the best sometimes forget : 

Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, 240 

As men in rage strike those that wish them best, 

Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received 

From him that fled some strange indignity, 

Which patience could not pass. 

Oth. I know, Iago, 

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, 
Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee ; 
But never more be officer of mine. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii. 

Re-enter Desdemona, attended. 
Look, if my gentle love be not raised up ! 
I '11 make thee an example. 

Des. What 's the matter ? 

Oth. All 's well now, sweeting ; come away to bed, 250 
Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon : 

\To Montano, who is led off. 
Lead him off. 

Iago, look with care about the town, 
And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. 
Come, Desdemona : 'tis the soldiers' life 
To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. 

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. 

Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? 

Cas. Ay, past all surgery. 

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! 

Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I have 260 
lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal 
part of myself, and what remains is bestial. 
My reputation, Iago, my reputation ! 

Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had 
received some bodily wound ; there is more 
sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is 
an idle and most false imposition ; oft got with- 
out merit and lost without deserving : you have 
lost no reputation at all, unless you repute your- 
self such a loser. What, man ! there are ways 270 
to recover the general again : you are but now 
cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy 
than in malice ; even so as one would beat his 
offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion : 
sue to him again, and he's yours. 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Cas. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive 
so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, 
and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk ? and speak 
parrot ? and squabble ? swagger ? swear ? and 
discourse fustian with one's own shadow ? O 280 
thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no 
name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! 

Iago. What was he that you followed with your 
sword ? What had he done to you ? 

Cas. I know not. 

Iago. Is 't possible ? 

Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing dis- 
tinctly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O 
God, that men should put an enemy in their 
mouths to steal away their brains ! that we 290 
should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, 
transform ourselves into beasts ! 

Iago. Why, but you are now well enough : how 
came you thus recovered ? 

Cas. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give 
place to the devil wrath : one unperfectness 
shows me another, to make me frankly despise 
myself. 

Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler : as the 

time, the place, and the condition of this country 300 
stands, I could heartily wish this had not be- 
fallen ; but since it is as it is, mend it for your 
own good. 

Cas. I will ask him for my place again ; he shall 
tell me I am a drunkard ! Had I as many 
mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop 
them all. To be now a sensible man, by and 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii. 

by a fool, and presently a beast ! O strange ! 
Every inordinate cup is unblest, and the in- 
gredient is a devil. 310 

logo. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar 
creature, if it be well used : exclaim no more 
against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you 
think I love you. 

Cas. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk ! 

Iago. You or any man living may be drunk at some 
time, man. I '11 tell you what you shall do. 
Our general's wife is now the general. I may 
say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted 
and given up himself to the contemplation, mark 320 
and denotement of her parts and graces : confess 
yourself freely to her ; importune her help to 
put you in your place again : she is of so free, 
so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she 
holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more 
than she is requested : this broken joint between 
you and her husband entreat her to splinter ; 
and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, 
this crack of your love shall grow stronger than 
it was before. 330 

Cas. You advise me well. 

Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest 
kindness. 

Cas. I think it freely ; and betimes in the morning I 
will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to under- 
take for me : I am desperate of my fortunes if 
they check me here. 

Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant ; 
I must to the watch. 

" D 



Act II. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit. 340 

Iago. And what 's he then that says I play the villain ? 
When this advice is free I give and honest, 
Probal to thinking, and indeed the course 
To win the Moor again ? For 'tis most easy 
The inclining Desdemona to subdue 
In any honest suit. She 's framed as fruitful 
As the free elements. And then for her 
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism, 
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, 
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, 350 

That she may make, unmake, do what she list, 
Even as her appetite shall play the god 
With his weak function. How am I then a villain 
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, 
Directly to his good ? Divinity of hell ! 
When devils will the blackest sins put on, 
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, 
As I do now : for whiles this honest fool 
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, 
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, 360 
I '11 pour this pestilence into his ear, 
That she repeals him for her body's lust ; 
And by how much she strives to do him good, 
She shall undo her credit with the Moor. 
So will I turn her virtue into pitch ; 
And out of her own goodness make the net 
That shall enmesh them all. 

Enter Roderigo. 

How now, Roderigo ! 
Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act II. Sc. iii. 

that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My 
money is almost spent ; I have been to-night 370 
exceedingly well cudgelled ; and I think the 
issue will be, I shall have so much experi- 
ence for my pains ; and so, with no money at 
all and a little more wit, return again to 
Venice. 
lago. How poor are they that have not patience ! 
What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? 
Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witch- 
craft, 
And wit depends on dilatory time. 
Does 't not go well ? Cassio hath beaten thee, 380 
And thou by that small hurt hast cashier'd Cassio : 
Though other things grow fair against the sun, 
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe : 
Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning ; 
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. 
Retire thee ; go where thou art billeted : 
Away, I say ; thou shalt know more hereafter : 
Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Rod.] Two things are to 

be done : 
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress ; 
I'll set her on; 390 

Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, 
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find 
Soliciting his wife : ay, that 's the way ; 
Dull not device by coldness and delay. [Exit. 



Act III. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

ACT THIRD. 
Scene I. 

Before the castle. 

Enter Cassio and some Musicians. 

Cas. Masters, play here ; I will content your pains ; 

Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, 
general.' [Music. 

Enter Clown. 

Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been in 
Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus ? 

First Mus. How, sir, how ? 

Clo. Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments ? 

First Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. 

Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 

First Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir ? 

Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind-instrument that I io 
know. But, masters, here 's money for you : 
and the general so likes your music, that he 
desires you, for love's sake, to make no more 
noise with it. 

First Mus. Well, sir, we will not. 

Clo. If you have any music that may not be heard, 
to 't again : but, as they say, to hear music the 
general does not greatly care. 

First Mus. We have none such, sir. 

Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I '11 20 
away : go ; vanish into air ; away ! 

[Exeunt Musicians. 

Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. i. 

Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend ; I hear you. 

Cas. Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There 's a poor 
piece of gold for thee : if the gentlewoman that 
attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her 
there 's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of 
speech : wilt thou do this ? 

Clo. She is stirring, sir : if she will stir hither, I shall 

seem to notify unto her. 30 

Cas. Do, good my friend. [Exit Clown. 

Enter lago. 

In happy time, lago. 

Iago. You have not been a-bed, then ? 

Cas. Why, no ; the day had broke 

Before we parted. I have made bold, lago, 
To send in to your wife : my suit to her 
Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona 
Procure me some access. 

Iago. I '11 send her to you presently ; 

And I '11 devise a mean to draw the Moor 
Out of the way, that your converse and business 
May be more free. 40 

Cas. I humbly thank you for't. [Exit Iago.] I never knew 
A Florentine more kind and honest. 

Enter Emilia. 

Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant : I am sorry 
For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well. 
The general and his wife are talking of it, 
And she speaks for you stoutly : the Moor replies, 
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus 
And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom 



Act III. Sc. ii.-iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

He might not but refuse you ; but he protests he 
loves you, 

And needs no other suitor but his likings 50 

To take the safest occasion by the front 

To bring you in again. 
Cas. Yet, I beseech you, 

If you think fit, or that it may be done, 

Give me advantage of some brief discourse 

With Desdemona alone. 
Emil. Pray you, come in : 

I will bestow you where you shall have time 

To speak your bosom freely. 
Cas. I am much bound to you. 

[Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

A room in the castle. 
Enter Othello, lago, and Gentlemen. 
Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot ; 
And by him do my duties to the senate : 
That done, I will be walking on the works ; 
Repair there to me. 
lago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. 

Oth. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see 't ? 
Gent. We '11 wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

The garden of the castle. 
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia. 

Des. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do 
All mv abilities in thy behalf. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

Emil. Good madam, do : I warrant it grieves my husband 
As if the case were his. 

Des. O, that 's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio, 
But I will have my lord and you again • 

As friendly as you were. 

Cas. Bounteous madam, 

Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, 
He 's never any thing but your true servant. 

Des. I know't : I thank you. You do love my lord : io 
You have known him long j and be you well assured 
He shall in strangeness stand no farther off 
Than in a politic distance. 

Cas. Ay, but, lady, 

That policy may either last so long, 
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, 
Or breed itself so out of circumstance, 
That, I being absent and my place supplied, 
My general will forget my love and service. 

Des. Do not doubt that ; before Emilia here 

I give thee warrant of thy place : assure thee, 20 

If I do vow a friendship, I '11 perform it 

To the last article : my lord shall never rest ; 

I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience ; 

His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift ; 

I'll intei mingle every thing he does 

With Cassio's suit : therefore be merry, Cassio ; 

For thy solicitor shall rather die 

Than give thy cause away. 

Enter Othello and I ago, at a distance. 

Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. 

Cas. Madam, I '11 take my leave. 30 



Act III. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Des. Nay, stay and hear me speak. 

Cas. Madam, not now : I am very ill at ease, 

Unfit for mine own purposes. 
Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio. 

Iago. Ha ! I like not that. 
Oth. "What dost thou say ? 

Iago. Nothing, my lord : or if — I know not what. 
Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife ? 
Iago. Cassio, my lord ! No, sure, I cannot think it, 

That he would steal away so guilty-like, 

Seeing you coming. 
Oth. I do believe 'twas he. ' 40 

Des. How now, my lord ! 

I have been talking with a suitor here. 

A man that languishes in your displeasure. 
Oth. Who is 't you mean ? 
Des. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord, 

If I have any grace or power to move you, 

His present reconciliation take ; 

For if he be not one that truly loves you, 

That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, 

I have no judgement in an honest face : $o 

I prithee, call him back. 
Oth. Went he hence now ? 

Des. Ay, sooth ; so humbled, 

That he hath left part of his grief with me, 

To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. 
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other time. 
Des. But shall 't be shortly ? 

Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. 

Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper ? 
Oth. No, not to-night. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. Hi. 

Des. To-morrow dinner then ? 

Oth. I shall not dine at home ; 

I meet the captains at the citadel. 

Des. Why then to-morrow night ; or Tuesday morn ; 60 
On Tuesday noon, or night ; on "Wednesday morn : 
I prithee, name the time 5 but let it not 
Exceed three days : in faith, he 's penitent ; 
And yet his trespass, in our common reason — 
Save that, they say, the wars must make examples 
Out of their best — is not almost a fault 
To incur a private check. When shall he come ? 
Tell me, Othello : I wonder in my soul, 
What you would ask me, that I should deny, 69 

Or stand so mammering on. What ! Michael Cassio, 
That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time 
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly 
Hath ta'en your part ; to have so much to do 
To bring him in ! Trust me, I could do much — 

Oth. Prithee, no more : let him come when he will ; 
I will deny thee nothing. 

Des. Why, this is not a boon ; 

'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, 
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, 
Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit 
To your own person : nay, when I have a suit 80 

Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, 
It shall be full of poise and difficult weight, 
And fearful to be granted. 

Oth. I will deny thee nothing : 

Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, 
To leave me but a little to myself. 

Des. Shall I deny you ? no : farewell, my lord. 



Act III. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona : I '11 come to thee straight. 
Des. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you ; 

Whate'er you be, I am obedient. 

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. 
Oth. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, 90 

But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, 

Chaos is come again. 
Iago. My noble lord, — 

Oth. What dost thou say, Iago ? 

Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, 

Know of your love ? 
Oth. He did, from first to last : why dost thou ask ? 
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; 

No further harm. 
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ? 

Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. 
Oth. O, yes, and went between us very oft. 100 

Iago. Indeed ! 
Oth. Indeed ! ay, indeed : discern'st thou aught in that ? 

Is he not honest ? 
Iago. Honest, my lord ! 
Oth. Honest ! ay, honest. 
Iago. My lord, for aught I know. 
Oth. What dost thou think ? 
Iago. Think, my lord ! 
Oth. Think, my lord ! By heaven, he echoes me, 

As if there were some monster in his thought 

Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean some- 
thing : 

I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that, 

When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like? no 

And when I told thee he was of my counsel 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii, 

In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst ' Indeed ! ' 
And didst contract and purse thy brow together, 
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain 
Some horrible conceit : if thou dost love me, 
Show me thy thought. 

lago. My lord, you know I love you. 

Oth. I think thou dost ; 

And for I know thou 'rt full of love and honesty 
And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them 

breath, 
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : 
For such things in a false disloyal knave 121 

Are tricks of custom ; but in a man that 's just 
They 're close delations, working from the heart, 
That passion cannot rule. 

Iago. For Michael Cassio, 

I dare be sworn I think that he is honest. 

Oth. I think so too. 

Iago. Men should be what they seem ; 

Or those that be not, would they might seem none ! 

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. 

Iago. Why then I think Cassio 's an honest man. 

Oth. Nay, yet there 's more in this : 1 30 

I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, 
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts 
The worst of words. 

Iago. Good my lord, pardon me : 

Though I am bound to every act of duty, 
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. 
Utter my thoughts ? Why, say they are vile and false ; 
And where 's that palace whereinto foul things 
Sometimes intrude not ? who has a breast so pure 



Act III. Sc. Hi. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

But some uncleanly apprehensions 

Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit 140 

With meditations lawful ? 
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, 

If thou but think'st him wrong'd and makest his ear 

A stranger to thy thoughts. 
Iago. I do beseech you — 

Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, 

As, I confess, it is my nature's plague 

To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy 

Shapes faults that are not — that your wisdom yet, 

From one that so imperfectly conceits, 

Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble 

Out of his scattering and unsure observance. 151 

It were not for your quiet nor your good, 

Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, 

To let you know my thoughts. 
Oth. What dost thou mean? 

Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 

Is the immediate jewel of their souls : 

Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, 
nothing ; 

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; 

But he that filches from me my good name 

Robs me of that which not enriches him 160 

And makes me poor indeed. 
Oth. By heaven, I '11 know thy thoughts. 
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand ; 

Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. 
Oth. Ha! 
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; 

It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc iii. 

The meat it feeds on : that cuckold lives in bliss 
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ; 
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er 
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves ! 

Oth. O misery ! 1 7 1 

lago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough ; 
But riches fineless is as poor as winter 
To him that ever fears he shall be poor : 
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend 
From jealousy ! 

Oth. Why, why is this ! 

Think'st thou I 'Id make a life of jealousy, 

To follow still the changes of the moon 

With fresh suspicions ? No ; to be once in doubt 

Is once to be resolved : exchange me for a goat, 180 

When I shall turn the business of my soul 

To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, 

Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous 

To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, 

Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well ; 

Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : 

Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw 

The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; 

For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; 

I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; 190 

And on the proof, there is no more but this, 

Away at once with love or jealousy ! 

lago. I am glad of it ; for now I shall have reason 
To show the love and duty that I bear you 
With franker spirit : therefore, as I am bound, 
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof. 
Look to your wife : observe her well with Cassio ; 



Act III. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure : 

I would not have your free and noble nature 

Out of self-bounty be abused ; look to 't : 200 

I know our country disposition well ; 

In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks 

They^dare not show their husbands ; their best conscience 

Is not to leave 't undone, but keep 't unknown. 

Oth. Dost thou say so ? 

Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you ; 

And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks, 
She loved them most. 

Oth. And so she did. 

Iago. Why, go to then ; 

She that so young could give out such a seeming, 
To seel her father's eyes up close as oak — 210 

He thought 'twas witchcraft — but I am much to blame ; 
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon 
For too much loving you. 

Oth. I am bound to thee for ever. 

Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. 

Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. 

Iago. I' faith, I fear it has. 

I hope you will consider what is spoke 
Comes from my love ; but I do see you 're moved : 
I am to pray you not to strain my speech 
To grosser issues nor to larger reach 
Than to suspicion. 220 

Oth. I will not. 

Iago. Should you do so, my lord, 

My speech should fall into such vile success 
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy 
friend — 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

My lord, I see you 're moved. 

Oth. No, not much moved : 

I do not think but Desdemona's honest. 

Iago. Long live she so ! and long live you to think so ! 

Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself — 

Iago. Ay, there 's the point : as — to be bold with you — 
Not to effect many proposed matches 
Of her own clime, complexion and degree, 230 

Whereto we see in all things nature tends — 
Foh ! one may smell in such a will most rank, 
Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural. 
But pardon me : I do not in position 
Distinctly speak of her ; though I may fear 
Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, 
May fall to match you with her country forms, 
And happily repent. 

Oth. Farewell, farewell : 

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more ; 

Set on thy wife to observe : leave me, Iago. 240 

Iago. [Going] My lord, I take my leave. 

Oth. Why did I marry ? This honest creature doubtless 
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. 

Iago. [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your 
honour 
To scan this thing no further ; leave it to time : 
Though it be fit that Cassio have his place, 
For sure he fills it up with great ability, 
Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile, 
You shall by that perceive him and his means : 
Note if your lady strain his entertainment 250 

With any strong or vehement importunity ; 
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, 



Act III. Sc. iil TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Let me be thought too busy in my fears — 

As worthy cause I have to fear I am — 

And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. 

Oth. Fear not my government. 

lago. I once more take my leave. [Exit. 

Oth. This fellow 's of exceeding honesty, 

And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, 

Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard, 260 

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, 

I 'Id whistle her off and let her down the wind 

To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black 

And have not those soft parts of conversation 

That chamberers have, or for I am declined 

Into the vale of years, — yet that 's not much — 

She's gone j I am abused, and my relief 

Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, 

That we can call these delicate creatures ours, 

And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, 

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, 27 1 

Than keep a corner in the thing I love 

For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones ; 

Prerogatived are they less than the base ; 

'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death : 

Even then this forked plague is fated to us 

When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : 

Re-enter Desdemona and Emilia. 

If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself! 
I '11 not believe 't. 
Des. How now, my dear Othello ! 

Your dinner, and the generous islanders 280 

By you invited, do attend your presence. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

Oth. I am to blame. 

Des. Why do you speak so faintly ? 

Are you not well ? 

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. 

Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again: 
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour 
It will be well. 

Oth. Your napkin is too little ; 

[He puts the handkerchief from him ; and she drops it. 
Let it alone. Come, I '11 go in with you. 

Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. 

[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. 

Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin : 290 

This was her first remembrance from the Moor : 
My wayward husband hath a hundred times 
Woo'd me to steal it -, but she so loves the token, 
For he conjured her she should ever keep it, 
That she reserves it evermore about her 
To kiss and talk to. I '11 have the work ta'en out, 
And give 't Iago : what he will do with it 
Heaven knows, not I ; 

I nothing but to please his fantasy. 

Re-enter Iago. 

Iago. How now ! what do you here alone ? 300 

Emil. Do not you chide ; I have a thing for you. 

Iago. A thing for me ? it is a common thing — 

Emil. Ha! 

Iago. To have a foolish wife. 

Emil. O, is that all ? What will you give me now 

For that same handkerchief ? 
Iago. What handkerchief? 

II E 



Act III. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Emit. What handkerchief ! 

Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona j 
That which so often you did bid me steal. 

lago. Hast stol'n it from her? 310 

Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence, 

And, to the advantage, I being here took't up. 
Look, here it is. 

Iago. A good wench ; give it me. 

Emil. What will you do with't, that you have been so 
earnest 
To have me filch it ? 

Iago. [Snatching it] Why, what 's that to you ? 

Emil. If 't be not for some purpose of import, 
Give 't me again : poor lady, she '11 run mad 
When she shall lack it. 

Iago. Be not acknown on 't ; I have use for it. 

Go, leave me. [Exit Emilia. 320 

I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, 

And let him find it. Trifles light as air 

Are to the jealous confirmations strong 

As proofs of holy writ : this may do something. 

The Moor already changes with my poison : 

Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, 

Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, 

But with a little act upon the blood 

Burn like the mines of sulphur. I did say so : 

Look, where he comes ! 

Re-enter Othello. 

Not poppy, nor mandragora, 330 
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, 
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

Which thou owedst yesterday. 

Oth. Ha ! ha ! false to me ? 

Iago. Why, how now, general ! no more of that. 

Oth. Avaunt ! be gone ! thou hast set me on the rack : 
I swear 'tis better to be much abused 
Than but to know 't a little. 

Iago. How now, my lord ! 

Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust ? 
I saw 't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me : 
I slept the next night well, was free and merry ; 340 
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips : 
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, 
Let him not know 't and he 's not robb'd at all. 

Iago. I am sorry to hear this. 

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, 

Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body, 
So I had nothing known. O, now for ever 
Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! 
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars 
That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell, 350 

Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, 
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, 
The royal banner and all quality, 
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war ! 
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats 
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, 
Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! 

Iago. Is 't possible, my lord ? 

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore ; 

Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof; 360 

Or, by the worth of man's eternal soul, 
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog 



Act III. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Than answer my waked wrath ! 
Iago. Is 't come to this ? 

Oth. Make me to see 't ; or at the least so prove it, 

That the probation bear no hinge nor loop 

To hang a doubt on ; or woe upon thy life ! 
Iago. My noble lord, — 
Oth. If thou dost slander her and torture me, 

Never pray more ; abandon all remorse ; 

On horror's head horrors accumulate ; 370 

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed ; 

For nothing canst thou to damnation add 

Greater than that. 
Iago. O grace ! O heaven defend me ! 

Are you a man ? have you a soul or sense ? 

God be wi' you ; take mine office. O wretched 
fool, 

That livest to make thine honesty a vice ! 

monstrous world ! Take note, take note, O world, 
To be direct and honest is not safe. 

1 thank you for this profit, and from hence 

I'll love no friend sith love breeds such offence. 380 

Oth. Nay, stay : thou shouldst be honest. 

Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty 's a fool, 
And loses that it works for. 

Oth. By the world, 

I think my wife be honest, and think she is not ; 

I think that thou art just, and think thou art not : 

I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh 

As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black 

As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives, 

Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams, 

I '11 not endure it. Would I were satisfied ! 390 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

lago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion : 
I do repent me that I put it to you. 
You would be satisfied ? 

Oth. Would ! nay, I will. 

Iago. And may : but, how ? how satisfied, my lord ? 
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on ? 
Behold her topp'd ? 

Oth. Death and damnation ! O ! 

lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, 

To bring them to that prospect : damn them then, 

If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster 

More than their own ! What then ? how then ? 400 

What shall I say ? Where 's satisfaction ? 

It is impossible you should see this, 

Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, 

As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross 

As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, 

If imputation and strong circumstances, 

Which lead directly to the door of truth, 

Will give you satisfaction, you may have 't. 

Oth. Give me a living reason she 's disloyal. 

Iago. I do not like the office : 410 

But sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, 
Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love, 
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately, 
And being troubled with a raging tooth, 
I could not sleep. 

There are a kind of men so loose of soul, 
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs : 
One of this kind is Cassio : 
In sleep I heard him say ' Sweet Desdemona, 
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves ' ; 420 



Act III. Sc Hi. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my 
hand, 

Cry ' O sweet creature ! ' and then kiss me hard, 

As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, 

That grew upon my lips : then laid his leg 

Over my thigh, and sigh'd and kiss'd, and then 

Cried ' Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor ! ' 
Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous ! 

Iago. Nay, this was but his dream. 

Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion : 

'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. 
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs 430 

That do demonstrate thinly. 
Oth. I '11 tear her all to pieces. 

Iago. Nay, but be wise : yet we see nothing done ; 

She may be honest yet. Tell me but this ; 

Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief 

Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand : 
Oth. I gave her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. 
Iago. I know not that : but such a handkerchief — ■ 

I am sure it was your wife's — did I to-day 

See Cassio wipe his beard with. 
Oth. If it be that, — 

Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, 440 

It speaks against her with the other proofs. 
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! 

One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. 

Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago ; 

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 

'Tis gone. 

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! 

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iii. 

To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, 
For 'tis of aspics' tongues ! 

Iago. Yet be content. 450 

Oth. O, blood, blood, blood ! 

Iago. Patience, I say ; your mind perhaps may change. 

Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, 
Whose icy current and compulsive course 
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on 
To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; 
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, 
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, 
Till that a capable and wide revenge 459 

Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, 
In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels. 

I here engage my words. 

Iago. Do not rise yet. [Kneels. 

Witness, you ever-burning lights above, 
You elements that clip us round about, 
Witness that here Iago doth give up 
The execution of his wit, hands, heart, 
To wrong'd Othello's service ! Let him command, 
And to obey shall be in me remorse, 
What bloody business ever. [They rise. 

Oth. I greet thy love, 

Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, 
And will upon the instant put thee to't: 471 

Within these three days let me hear thee say 
That Cassio's not alive. 

Iago. My friend is dead ; 'tis done at your request : 
But let her live. 

Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! O, damn her ! 

Come, go with me apart ; I will withdraw, 



Act III. Sc. iv. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

To furnish me with some swift means of death 
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. 
Iago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

Before the castle. 
Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown. 
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio 

lies ? 
Clo. I dare not say he lies any where. 
Des. Why, man ? 
Clo. He 's a soldier ; and for one to say a soldier lies, 

is stabbing. 
Des. Go to : where lodges he ? 
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you 

where I lie. 
Des. Can any thing be made of this ? io 

Clo. I know not where he lodges ; and for me to 

devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies 

there, were to lie in mine own throat. 
Des. Can you inquire him out and be edified by 

report ? 
Clo. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, make 

questions and by them answer. 
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither : tell him I have 

moved my lord on his behalf and hope all will be 

well. 20 

Clo. To do this is within the compass of man's wit, 

and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. 

Des. "Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia ? 
Emil. I know not, madam. 
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc iv. 

Full of crusadoes : and, but my noble Moor 
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness 
As jealous creatures are, it were enough 
To put him to ill thinking. 

Emil. Is he not jealous ? 

Des. Who, he ? I think the sun where he was born 30 
Drew all such humours from him. 

Emil. Look, where he comes. 

Des. I will not leave him now till Cassio 
Be call'd to him. 

Enter Othello. 

How is 't with you, my lord ? 
Oth. Well, my good lady. \Aside\ O, hardness to dis- 
semble ! 

How do you, Desdemona ? 
Des. Well, my good lord. 

Oth. Give me your hand : this hand is moist, my lady. 
Des. It yet has felt no age nor known no sorrow. 
Oth. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart : 

Hot, hot, and moist : this hand of yours requires 

A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, 40 

Much castigation, exercise devout ; 

For here 's a young and sweating devil here, 

That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, 

A frank one. 
Des. You may, indeed, say so ; 

For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. 
Oth. A liberal hand : the hearts of old gave hands ; 

But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. 
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise. 
Oth. What promise, chuck ? 



Act III. Sc. iv. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. 50 
Oth. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me ; 

Lend me thy handkerchief. 
Des. Here, my lord. 
Oth. That which I gave you. 
Des. I have it not about me. 
Oth. Not? 

Des. No, indeed, my lord. 
Oth. That 's a fault. That handkerchief 

Did an Egyptian to my mother give ; 

She was a charmer, and could almost read 

The thoughts of people : she told her, while she 
kept it 

'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father 

Entirely to her love, but if she lost it 60 

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye 

Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt 

After new fancies : she dying gave it me, 

And bid me, when my fate would have me wife, 

To give it her. I did so : and take heed on 't ; 

Make it a darling like your precious eye ; 

To lose 't or give 't away were such perdition 

As nothing else could match. 
Des. Is 't possible ? 

Oth. 'Tis true : there 's magic in a web of it : 

A sibyl, that had number'd in the world 70 

The sun to course two hundred compasses, 

In her prophetic fury sew'd the work ; 

The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ; 

And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful 

Conserved of maidens' hearts. 
Des. Indeed ! is 't true ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iv. 

Oth. Most veritable ; therefore look to 't well. 

Des. Then would to God that I had never seen 't ! 

Oth. Ha ! wherefore ? 

Des. Why do you speak so starringly and rash ? 

Oth. Is 't lost ? is 't gone ? speak, is it out o' the way ? 80 

Des. Heaven bless us ! 

Oth. Say you ? 

Des. It is not lost ; but what an if it were ? 

Oth. How! 

Des. I say, it is not lost. 

Oth. Fetch 't, let me see it. 

Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now. 

This is a trick to put me from my suit : 

Pray you, let Cassio be received again. 
Oth. Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives. 
Des. Come, come ; 90 

You '11 never meet a more sufficient man. 
Oth. The handkerchief ! 

Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. 

Oth. The handkerchief! 
Des. A man that all his time 

Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, 

Shared dangers with you, — 
Oth. The handkerchief ! 
Des. In sooth, you are to blame. 

Oth. Away ! [Exit. 

Emil. Is not this man jealous ? 
Des. I ne'er saw this before. 100 

Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief : 

I am most unhappy in the loss of it. 
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man : 

They are all but stomachs and we all but food ; 



Act I'll. Sc. iv. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

They eat us hungerly, and when they are full 
They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband. 

Enter Cassio and Iago. 

Iago. There is no other way j 'tis she must do 't : 
And, lo, the happiness ! go and importune her. 

Des. How now, good Cassio ! what 's the news with you ? 

Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you Iio 

That by your virtuous means I may again 
Exist, and be a member of his love 
Whom I with all the office of my heart 
Entirely honour : I would not be delay'd. 
If my offence be of such mortal kind, 
That nor my service past nor present sorrows 
Nor purposed merit in futurity 
Can ransom me into his love again, 
But to know so must be my benefit ; 
So shall I clothe me in a forced content 1 20 

And shut myself up in some other course 
To fortune's alms. 

Des. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio ! 

My advocation is not now in tune ; 
My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him 
Were he in favour as in humour alter'd. 
So help me every spirit sanctified, 
As I have spoken for you all my best 
And stood within the blank of his displeasure 
For my free speech ! You must awhile be patient : 
What I can do I will ; and more I will 130 

Than for myself I dare : let that suffice you. 

Iago. Is my lord angry ? 

Emil. He went hence but now, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act III. Sc. iv. 

And certainly in strange unquietness. 

logo. Can he be angry ? I have seen the cannon, 
When it hath blown his ranks into the air, 
And, like the devil, from his very arm 
PufFd his own brother ; and can he be angry ? 
Something of moment then : I will go meet him : 
There 's matter in 't indeed if he be angry. 

Des. I prithee, do so. [Exit Iago. 

Something sure of state, 140 

Either from Venice some unhatch'd practice 
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, 
Hath puddled his clear spirit ; and in such cases 
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, 
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; 
For let our finger ache, and it indues 
Our other healthful members even to that sense 
Of pain : nay, we must think men are not gods, 
Nor of them look for such observancy 
As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia, 150 
I was, unhandsome warrior as I am, 
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ; 
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness, 
And he 's indicted falsely. 

Emil. Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think, 
And no conception nor no jealous toy 
Concerning you. 

Des. Alas the day, I never gave him cause ! 

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so ; 

They are not ever jealous for the cause, 160 

But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster 
Begot upon itself, born on itself. 

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind ! 



Act III. Sc. iv. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Emit. Lady, amen. 

Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout : 

If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, 

And seek to effect it to my uttermost. 
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. 

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. 

Enter Bianca. 

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio ! 

Cas. What make you from home ? 

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? 170 

I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. 

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. 

What, keep a week away ? seven days and nights ? 
Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, 
More tedious than the dial eight score times ? 

weary reckoning ! 

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca : 

1 have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd ; 
But I shall in a more continuate time 

Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, 

[Giving her Desdemona s handkerchief. 
Take me this work out. 

Bian. O Cassio, whence came this ? 

This is some token from a newer friend : 181 

To the felt absence now I feel a cause : 
Is't come to this ? Well, well. 

Cas. Go to, woman ! 

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, 
From whence you have them. You are jealous now 
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance : 
No, by my faith, Bianca. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. i. 

Bian. Why, whose is it ? 

Cas. I know not, sweet : I found it in my chamber. 

I like the work well : ere it be demanded — 

As like enough it will — I 'Id have it copied : ipo 

Take it, and do 't ; and leave me for this time. 
Bian. Leave you ! wherefore ? 
Cas. I do attend here on the general ; 

And think it no addition, nor my wish, 

To have him see me woman'd. 
Bian. Why, I pray you ? 

Cas. Not that I love you not. 
Bian. But that you do not love me. 

I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; 

And say if I shall see you soon at night. 
Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you ; 

For I attend here : but I '11 see you soon. 200 

Bian. 'Tis very good ; I must be circumstanced. [Exeunt. 

ACT FOURTH. 
Scene I. 

Cyprus. Before the castle. 

Enter Othello and lago. 

Iago. Will you think so ? 

Oth. Think so, Iago ! 

Iago. What, 

To kiss in private ? 
Oth. An unauthorized kiss. 

Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed 

An hour or more, not meaning any harm? 
Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm ! 



Act IV. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

It is hypocrisy against the devil : 

They that mean virtuously and yet do so, 

The devil their virtue tempts and they tempt heaven. 

lago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip : 

But if I give my wife a handkerchief — lo 

Oth. What then ? 

Iago. Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord ; and being hers, 
She may, I think, bestow 't on any man. 

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too : 
May she give that ? 

Iago. Her honour is an essence that 's not seen ; 
They have it very oft that have it not : 
But for the handkerchief — 

Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it : 

Thou said'st — O, it comes o'er my memory, 20 

As doth the raven o'er the infected house, 
Boding to all — he had my handkerchief. 

Iago. Ay, what of that ? 

Oth. That 's not so good now. 

Iago. What, 

If I had said I had seen him do you wrong ? 
Or heard him say — as knaves be such abroad, 
Who having, by their own importunate suit, 
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, 
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose 
But they must blab — 

Oth. Hath he said anything ? 

Iago. He hath, my lord ; but be you well assured, 30 

No more than he '11 unswear. 

Oth. What hath he said ? 

Iago. Faith, that he did — I know not what he did. 

Oth. What, what ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. i. 

Iago. Lie — 

Oth. With her ? 

Iago. With her, on her ; what you will. 

Oth. Lie with her ! lie on her ! — We say lie on her, 
when they belie her. — Lie with her ! 'Zounds, 
that's fulsome! Handkerchief — confessions — 
handkerchief! — To confess, and be hanged for 
his labour; first, to be hanged, and then to con- 40 
fess. I tremble at it. Nature would not invest 
herself in such shadowing passion without some 
instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus. 
Pish ! Noses, ears and lips. Is 't possible ? — 
Confess ? — Handkerchief ? — O devil ! 

\Falls in a trance. 

logo. Work on, 

My medicine, work ! Thus credulous fools are 

caught : 
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, 
All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho ! my lord ! 
My lord, I say ! Othello ! 

Enter Casslo. 

How now, Cassio ! 

Cas. What 's the matter ? 50 

Iago. My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy : 

This is his second fit j he had one yesterday. 

Cas. Rub him about the temples. 

Iago. No, forbear ; 

The lethargy must have his quiet course : 
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by 
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : 
Do you withdraw yourself a little while, 



Act IV. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

He will recover straight : when he is gone, 
I would on great occasion speak with you. 

[Exit Cassio. 
How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head ? 

Oth. Dost thou mock me ? 

Iago. I mock you ! no, by heaven. 6 1 

Would you would bear your fortune like a man ! 

Oth. A horned man 's a monster and a beast. 

Iago. There 's many a beast then in a populous city, 
And many a civil monster. 

Oth. Did he confess it ? 

Iago. Good sir, be a man ; 

Think every bearded fellow that 's but yoked 

May draw with you : there 's millions now alive 

That nightly lie in those unproper beds 

Which they dare swear peculiar : your case is better. 

O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 71 

To lip a wanton in a secure couch, 

And to suppose her chaste ! No, let me know ; 

And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. 

Oth. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain. 

Iago. Stand you awhile apart ; 

Confine yourself but in a patient list. 
Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief — 
A passion most unsuiting such a man — ■ 
Cassio came hither : I shifted him away, 
And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy ; 80 

Bade him anon return and here speak with me ; 
The which he promised. Do but encave yourself, 
And mark the fleers, the gibes and notable scorns, 
That dwell in every region of his face ; 
For I will make him tell the tale anew, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. i. 

Where, how, how oft, how long ago and when 
He hath and is again to cope your wife : 
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience ; 
Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, 
And nothing of a man. 

Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago? 90 

I will be found most cunning in my patience ; 
But — dost thou hear ? — most bloody. 

Iago. That 's not amiss ; 

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? 

[Othello retires. 
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, 
A housewife that by selling her desires 
Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature 
That dotes on Cassio ; as 'tis the strumpet's plague 
To beguile many and be beguiled by one. 
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain 
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes. loo 

Re-enter Cassio. 

As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad ; 

And his unbookish jealousy must construe 

Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behaviour, 

Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant ? 
Cas. The worser that you give me the addition 

Whose want even kills me. 
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on 't. 

Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, 

How quickly should you speed ! 
Cas. Alas, poor caitiff! 

Oth. Look, how he laughs already ! 1 10 

Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. 



Act IV. Sc. i TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Cas. Alas, poor rogue ! I think, i' faith, she loves 

me. 
Oth. Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out. 
Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ? 
Oth. Now he importunes him 

To tell it o'er : go to ; well said, well said. 
Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry her : 

Do you intend it ? 
Cas. Ha, ha, ha ! 1 20 

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman ? do you triumph ? 
Cas. I marry her ! what, a customer ! I prithee, 

bear some charity to my wit ; do not think it 

so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! 
Oth. So, so, so, so : they laugh that win. 
Iago. Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. 
Cas. Prithee, say true. 
Iago. I am a very villain else. 
Oth. Have you scored me ? Well. 
Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is 1 30 

persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love 

and flattery, not out of my promise. 
Oth. Iago beckons me ; now he begins the story. 
Cas. She was here even now : she haunts me in every 

place. I was the other day talking on the sea- 
bank with certain Venetians ; and thither comes 

the bauble, and, by this hand, she falls me thus 

about my neck — 
Oth. Crying ' O dear Cassio ! ' as it were : his gesture 

imports it. 140 

Cas. So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me ; so hales 

and pulls me : ha, ha, ha ! 
Oth. Now he tells how she plucked him to my 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. i. 

chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not 

that dog I shall throw it to. 
Cas. Well, I must leave her company. 
logo. Before me ! look, where she comes. 
Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew ! marry, a perfumed 

one. 

Enter Branca. 

What do you mean by this haunting of me ? 150 

Blan. Let the devil and his dam haunt you ! What 
did you mean by that same handkerchief you 
gave me even now ! I was a fine fool to take 
it. I must take out the work? A likely piece 
of work, that you should find it in your chamber, 
and not know who left it there ! This is some 
minx's token, and I must take out the work ? 
There ; give it your hobby-horse : wheresoever 
you had it, I '11 take out no work on 't. 

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ! how now! how 160 
now ! 

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! 

Blan. An you '11 come to supper to-night, you may ; 
an you will not, come when you are next pre- 
pared for. [Exit. 

Iago. After her, after her. 

Cas. Faith, I must; she'll rail i' the street else. 

Iago. Will you sup there ? 

Cms. Faith, I intend so. 

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would 170 
very fain speak with you. 

Cas. Prithee, come ; will you ? 

Iago. Go to ; say no more. [Exit Cassio. 

Oth. [Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago ? 



Act IV. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice ? 

Oth. O Iago ! 

Iago. And did you see the handkerchief ? 

Oth. Was that mine ? 

Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he prizes 

the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, 180 
and he hath given it his whore. 

Oth. I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine 
woman ! a fair woman ! a sweet woman ! 

Iago. Nay, you must forget that. 

Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to- 
night ; for she shall not live : no, my heart is 
turned to stone ; I strike it, and it hurts my 
hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter crea- 
ture : she might lie by an emperor's side, and 
command him tasks. ioo 

Iago. Nay, that 's not your way. 

Oth. Hang her ! I do but say what she is : so deli- 
cate with her needle : an admirable musician : 
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear : 
of so high and plenteous wit and invention : — 

Iago. She 's the worse for all this. 

Oth. O, a thousand thousand times : and then, of so 
gentle a condition ! 

Iago. Ay, too gentle. 

Oth. Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago! 200 
O Iago, the pity of it, Iago ! 

Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her 
patent to offend ; for, if it touch not you, it 
comes near nobody. 

Oth. I will chop her into messes : cuckold me ! 

Iago. O, 'tis foul in her. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. I 

Oth. With mine officer ! 

Iago. That's fouler. 

Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night. I'll not 

expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty 210 

unprovide my mind again : this night, Iago. 
Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, 

even the bed she hath contaminated. 
Oth. Good, good : the justice of it pleases : very good. 
Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker : you 

shall hear more by midnight. 
Oth. Excellent good. [A trumpet ivithin.~\ What trumpet 

is that same ? 
Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico 

Come from the duke : and, see, your wife is with him. 

Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. 

Lod. God save the worthy general ! 

Oth. With all my heart, sir. 

Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you. 221 

[Gives him a letter. 
Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. 

[Opens the letter, and reads. 
Des. And what 's the news, good cousin Lodovico ? 
Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior ; 

Welcome to Cyprus. 
Lod. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio ? 
Iago. Lives, sir. 
Des. Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord 

An unkind breach : but you shall make all well. 
Oth. Are you sure of that ? 230 

Des. My lord ? 
Oth. [Reads'] ' This fail you not to do as you will — -' 



Act IV. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Lod. He did not call ; he 's busy in the paper. 

Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio ? 
Des. A most unhappy one : I would do much 

To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. 
Oth. Fire and brimstone ! 
Des. My lord ? 

Oth. Are you wise ? 

Des. What, is he angry ? 
Lod. May be the letter moved him j 

For, as I think, they do command him home, 

Deputing Cassio in his government. 
Des. By my troth, I am glad on 't. 
Oth. Indeed ! 

Des. My lord ? 240 

Oth. I am glad to see you mad. 

Des. Why, sweet Othello ? 

Oth. Devil ! [Striking her. 

Des. I have not deserved this. 
Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Venice, 

Though I should swear I saw 't : 'tis very much : 

Make her amends ; she weeps. 
Oth. O devil, devil ! 

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, 

Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. 

Out of my sight ! 
Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going. 

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady : 250 

I do beseech your lordship, call her back. 
Oth. Mistress ! 
Des. My lord ? 

Oth. What would you with her, sir ? 
Lod, Who, I, my lord ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. i. 

Oth. Ay ; you did wish that I would make lier turn : 
Sir, she can turn and turn, and yet go on, 
And turn again ; and she can weep, sir, weep $ 
And she 's obedient, as you say, obedient, 
Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears. 
Concerning this, sir, — O well-painted passion ! — 
I am commanded home. Get you away ; 260 

I '11 send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate, 
And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt ! 

[Exit Desdemona. 
Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, to-night, 
I do entreat that we may sup together : 
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and 
monkeys ! [Exit. 

Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate 
Call all in all sufficient ? This the nature 
Whom passion could not shake ? whose solid virtue 
The shot of accident nor dart of chance 270 

Could neither graze nor pierce ? 

logo. He is much changed. 

Lod. Are his wits safe ? is he not light of brain ? 

Iago. He 's that he is : I may not breathe my censure 
What he might be : if what he might he is not, 
I would to heaven he were ! 

Lod. What, strike his wife. 

Iago. Faith, that was not so well ; yet would I knew 
That stroke would prove the worst ! 

Lod. Is it his use ? 

Or did the letters work upon his blood, 
And new create this fiult ? 

Iago. Alas, alas ! 

It is not honesty in me to speak 280 



Act IV. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, 
And his own courses will denote him so 
That I may save my speech : do but go after, 
And mark how he continues. 
Lod. I am sorry that I am deceived in him. \_Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

A room in the castle. 
Enter Othello and Emilia. 

Oth. You have seen nothing, then ? 

Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. 

Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. 

Emil. But then I saw no harm, and then I heard 

Each syllable that breath made up between them. 

Oth. What, did they never whisper ? 

Emil. Never, my lord. 

Oth. Nor send you out o' the way ? 

Emil. Never. 

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing ? 

Emil. Never, my lord. io 

Oth. That 's strange. 

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, 

Lay down my soul at stake : if you think other, 
Remove your thought ; it doth abuse your bosom. 
If any wretch have put this in your head, 
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse ! 
For if she be not honest, chaste and true, 
There's no man happy ; the purest of their wives 
Is foul as slander. 

Oth. Bid her come hither : go. [Exit Emilia. 

She says enough : yet she's a simple bawd 20 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. ii. 

That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, 

A closet lock and key of villanous secrets : 

And yet she '11 kneel and pray ; I have seen her do 't. 

Enter Desdemona ivith Emilia. 

Des. My lord, what is your will ? 

Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. 

Des. What is your pleasure ? 

Oth. Let me see your eyes ; 

Look in my face. 
Des. What horrible fancy 's this ? 

Oth. [To Emi/ia] Some of your function, mistress, 

Leave procreants alone and shut the door ; 

Cough, or cry hem, if any body come : 

Your mystery, your mystery : nay, dispatch. 30 

[Exit Emi/ia. 
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import ? 

I understand a fury in your words, 

But not the words. 
Oth. Why, what art thou ? 

Des. Your wife, my lord ; your true and loyal wife. 
Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself; 

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves 

Should fear to seize thee : therefore be double- 
damn'd ; 

Swear thou art honest. 
Des. Heaven doth truly know it. 

Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. 
Des. To whom, my lord ? with whom ? how am I false ? 
Oth. O Desdemona ! A .vay ! away ! away ! 4 1 

Des. Alas the heavy day ! Why do you weep? 

Am I the motive ol these tears, my lord ? 



Act IV. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

If haply you my father do suspect 

An instrument of this your calling back, 

Lay not your blame on me : if you have lost him, 

Why, I have lost him too. 

Oth. Had it pleased heaven 

To try me with affliction j had they rain'd 
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, 
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, 50 

Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, 
I should have found in some place of my soul 
A drop of patience : but, alas, to make me 
A fixed figure for the time of scorn 
To point his slow unmoving finger at ! 
Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : 
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, 
Where either I must live or bear no life, 
The fountain from the which my current runs, 
Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! 60 

Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads 
To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, 
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, 
Ay, there, look grim as hell ! 

Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. 

Oth. O, ay ; as summer flies are in the shambles, 

That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, 
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet 
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er 
been born ! 

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Jo 

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, 

Made to write ' whore ' upon ? What committed ! 
Committed ! O thou public commoner ! 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. ii. 

I should make very forges of my cheeks, 

That would to cinders burn up modesty, 

Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed ! 

Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ; 

The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, 

Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, 

And will not hear it. What committed ! 80 

Impudent strumpet ! 

Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. 

Oth. Are not you a strumpet ? 

Des. No, as I am a Christian : 

If to preserve this vessel for my lord 
From any other foul unlawful touch 
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none. 

Oth. What, not a whore ? 

Des. No, as I shall be saved. 

Oth. Is 't possible ? 

Des. O, heaven forgive us ! 

Oth. I cry you mercy then : 

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice 
That married with Othello. [Raising his voice'] You, 
mistress, 90 

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, 
And keep the gate of hell ! 

Re-enter Emilia. 

You, you, ay, you ! 
We have done our course ; there 's money for your 

pains : 
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. 

[Exit. 
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? 



Act IV. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

How do you, madam ? how do you, my good lady ? 

Des. Faith, half asleep. 

Emil. Good madam, what 's the matter with my lord ? 

Des. With who ? 

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. loo 

Des. Who is thy lord ? 

Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. 

Des. I have none : do not talk to me, Emilia ; 
I cannot weep, nor answer have I none 
But what should go by water. Prithee, to-night 
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets : remember ; 
And call thy husband hither. 

Emil. Here 's a change indeed ! 

[Exit. 

Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet. 

How have I been behaved, that he might stick 
The small'st opinion on my least misuse ? 

Re-enter Emilia, nvith Iago. 

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam ? How is 't with 
you? no 

Des. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes 

Do it with gentle means and easy tasks : 

He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, 

I am a child to chiding. 
Iago. What 's the matter, lady ? 

Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her, 

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, 

As true hearts cannot bear. 
Des. Am I that name, Iago ? 

Iago. What name, fair lady ? 

Des. Such as she says my lord did say I was. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. ii. 

Emil. He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink 120 

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. 

Iago. Why did he so ? 

Des. I do not know : I am sure I am none such. 

Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day ! 

Emil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches, 
Her father and her country and her friends, 
To be call'd whore ? would it not make one weep ? 

Des. It is my wretched fortune. 

Iago. Beshrew him for 't ! 

How comes this trick upon him ? 

Des. Nay, heaven doth know. 

Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, 130 

Some busy and insinuating rogue, 
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, 
Have not devised this slander ; I'll be hang'd else. 

Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. 

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him ! 

Emil. A halter pardon him ! and hell gnaw his bones ? 

Why should he call her whore ? who keeps her 

company ? 
What place ? what time ? what form ? what likeli- 
hood ? 
The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave, 
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow. 140 
O heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, 
And put in every honest hand a whip 
To lash the rascals naked through the world 
Even from the east to the west ! 

Iago. Speak within door. 

Emil. O, fie upon them ! Some such squire he was 
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, 



Act IV. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

And made you to suspect me with the Moor. 

Iago. You are a fool j go to. 

Des. O good Iago, 

What shall I do to win my lord again ? 
Good friend, go to him ; for, by this light of heaven, 
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel : 151 

If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love 
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed, 
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, 
Delighted them in any other form, 
Or that I do not yet, and ever did, 
And ever will, though he do shake me off 
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly, 
Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much ; 
And his unkindness may defeat my life, 160 

But never taint my love. I cannot say ' whore': 
It doth abhor me now I speak the word ; 
To do the act that might the addition earn 
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. 

Iago. I pray you, be content j 'tis but his humour : 
The business of the state does him offence, 
And he does chide with you. 

Des. If 'twere no other, — 

Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant. [Trumpets -within. 

Hark, how these instruments summon to supper ! 
The messengers of Venice stay the meat : 170 

Go in, and weep not ; all things shall be well. 

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. 

Enter Roderigo. 

How now, Roderigo ! 
Rod. I do not find, that thou dealest justly with me. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. ii. 

Iago. What in the contrary ? 

Rod. Every day thou daffest me with some device, 
Iago j and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest 
from me all conveniency than suppliest me with 
the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no 
longer endure it ; nor am I yet persuaded to put 
up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. 1 80 

Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ? 

Rod. Faith, for I have heard too much ; for your words 
and performances are no kin together. 

Iago. You charge me most unjustly. 

Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself 
out of my means. The jewels you have had 
from me to deliver to Desdemona would half have 
corrupted a votarist : you have told me she hath 
received them and returned me expectations and 
comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance ; but 190 

I find none. 

Iago. Well ; go to ; very well. 

Rod. Very well ! go to ! I cannot go to, man ; nor 'tis 
not very well : by this hand, I say 'tis very scurvy, 
and begin to find myself fopped in it. 

Iago. Very well. 

Rod. I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself 
known to Desdemona : if she will return me my 
jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my 
unlawful solicitation ; if not, assure yourself I 200 
will seek satisfaction of you. 

Iago. You have said now. 

Rod. Ay, and said nothing *_>ut what I protest intend- 
ment of doing. 

Iago. Why, now I see there 's mettle in thee ; and 

II G 



Act IV. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

even from this instant do build on thee a better 
opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, 
Roderigo : thou hast taken against me a most 
just exception ; but yet, I protest, I have dealt 
more directly in thy affair. 210 

Rod. It hath not appeared. 

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your 
suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, 
Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which 
I have greater reason to believe now than ever, 
I mean purpose, courage and valour, this night 
show it : if thou the next night following enjoy 
not Desdemona, take me from this world with 
treachery and devise engines for my life. 

Rod. Well, what is it ? is it within reason and com- 220 
pass ? 

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from 
Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place. 

Rod. Is that true ? why then Othello and Desdemona 
return again to Venice. 

Iago. O, no ; he goes into Mauritania, and takes 
away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his 
abode be lingered here by some accident : 
wherein none can be so determinate as the re- 
moving of Cassio. 230 

Rod. How do you mean, removing of him ? 

Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's 
place ; knocking out his brains. 

Rod. And that you would have me to do ? 

Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. 
He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will 
I go to him : he knows not yet of his honourable 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. iii. 

fortune. If you will watch his going thence, 
which I will fashion to fall out between twelve 
and one, you may take him at your pleasure : I 240 
will be near to second your attempt, and he shall 
fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, 
but go along with me ; I will show you such a 
necessity in his death that you shall think your- 
self bound to put it on him. It is now high 
supper-time, and the night grows to waste : 
about it. 

Rod. I will hear further reason for this. 

Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

Another room in the castle. 
Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and Attendants. 

Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further. 

Oth. O, pardon me ; 'twill do me good to walk. 

Lod. Madam, good night ; I humbly thank your ladyship. 

Des. Your honour is most welcome. 

Oth. Will you walk, sir ? 

O, — Dcsdemona, — 

Des. My lord ? 

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant ; I will be re- 
turned forthwith : dismiss your attendant there : 
look it be done. 

Des. I will, my lord. To 

[Exeunt Othello, Lodoiiico, and Attendants. 

Emil. How goes it now : he looks gentler than he did. 

Des. He says he will return incontinent : 
He hath commanded me to go to bed, 



Act IV. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

And bade me to dismiss you. 

Em'tl. Dismiss me ! 

Des. It was his bidding ; therefore, good Emilia, 
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : 
We must not now displease him. 

Emit. I would you had never seen him ! 

Des. So would not I : my love doth so approve him, 19 
That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns, — 
Prithee, unpin me, — have grace and favour in 
them. 

Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the 
bed. 

Des. All 's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds ! 
If I do die before thee, prithee, shroud me 
In one of those same sheets. 

Emil. Come, come, you talk. 

Des. My mother had a maid call'd Barbara : 

She was in love ; and he she loved proved mad 
And did forsake her : she had a song of ' willow ' ; 
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, 
And she died singing it : that song to-night 30 

Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do 
But to go hang my head all at one side 
And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch. 

Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown ? 

Des. No, unpin me here. 

This Lodovico is a proper man. 

Emil. A very handsome man. 

Des. He speaks well. 

Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walked 
barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether 
lip. 40 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act IV. Sc. iii. 

Des. [Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, 

Sing all a green willow ; 
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, 

Sing willow, willow, willow : 
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her 
moans ; 

Sing willow, willow, willow ; 
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones ; — 
Lay by these : — 

[Singing] Sing willow, willow, willow ; 
Prithee, hie thee ; he '11 come anon : — $o 

[Singing] Sing all a green willow must be my garland. 
Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve, — 

Nay, that's not next. Hark ! who is 't that knocks ? 
Emil. It 's the wind. 

Des. [Singing] I call'd my love false love ; but what said 
he then ? 
Sing willow, willow, willow : 
If I court moe women, you '11 couch with moe men. 

So get thee gone ; good night. Mine eyes do itch ; 

Doth that bode weeping? 
Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there. 

Des. I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men ! 

Dost thou in conscience think, — tell me, Emilia, — 

That there be women do abuse their husbands 62 

In such gross kind ? 
Emil. There be some such, no question. 

Des. Wouldst thou do sucn a deed for all the world ? 
Emil. Why, would not you ? 
Des. No, by this heavenly light ! 



Act IV. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light ; I might 
do 't as well i' the dark. 

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world ? 

Emil. The world 's a huge thing : it is a great price 
For a small vice. 

Des. In troth, I think thou wouldst not. 

Emil. In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I 71 
had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing 
for a joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor 
for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty 
exhibition ; but, for the whole world, — why, 
who would not make her husband a cuckold to 
make him a monarch ? I should venture purga- 
tory for 't. 

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong 

For the whole world. 80 

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the world ; 
and having the world for your labour, 'tis a 
wrong in your own world, and you might 
quickly make it right. 

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. 

Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to the vantage as 
would store the world they played for. 
But I do think it is their husbands' faults 
If wives do fall : say that they slack their duties 
And pour our treasures into foreign laps, 90 

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, 
Throwing restraint upon us, or say they strike us, 
Or scant our former having in despite, 
Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace, 
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know 
Their wives have sense like them : they see and smell 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. i. 

And have their palates both for sweet and sour, 
As husbands have. What is it that they do 
When they change us for others ? Is it sport ? 
I think it is : and doth affection breed it ? 
I think it doth : is 't frailty that thus errs ? loo 

It is so too : and have not we affections, 
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have ? 
Then let them use us well : else let them know, 
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so. 
Des. Good night, good night : heaven me such uses send, 
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend ! 

[Exeunt. 

ACT FIFTH. 

Scene I. 

Cyprus. A street. 
Enter lago and Roderigo. 

lago. Here, stand behind this bulk ; straight will he come : 
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home : 
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: 
It makes us, or it mars us ; think on that, 
And fix most firm thy resolution. 

Rod. Be near at hand ; I may miscarry in 't. 

lago. Here, at thy hand : be bold, and take thy stand. 

[Retires. 

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed ; 

And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons : 

'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword : he dies. 10 

lago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, 
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, 
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, 



Act V. Sc. i. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Every way makes my gain : live Roderigo, 

He calls me to a restitution large 

Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, 

As gifts to Desdemona : 

It must not be : if Cassio do remain, 

He hath a daily beauty in his life 

That makes me ugly ; and besides, the Moor 20 

May unfold me to him ; there stand I in much peril : 

No, he must die. Be 't so. I hear him coming. 

Enter Cassio. 
Rod. I know his gait ; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest ! 

[Makes a pass at Cassio. 
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, 
But that my coat is better than thou know'st : 
I will make proof of thine. 

[Draius, and wounds Roderigo. 
Rod. O, I am slain ! 

\_Iago from behind ivounds Cassio in the leg, and exit. 
Cas. I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho ! murder ! murder ! 

[Falls. 
Enter Othello. 
Oth. The voice of Cassio : Iago keeps his word. 
Rod. O, villain that I am ! 
Oth. It is even so. 

Cas. O, help, ho ! light ! a surgeon ! 30 

Oth. 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just, 

That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong ! 
Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, 
And your unblest fate hies : strumpet, I come ! 
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted: 
Thy bed lust-stain'd shall with lust's blood be spotted. 

[Exit. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. i. 

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano. 

Cas. What, ho ! no watch ? no passage ? murder ! murder ! 

Gra. 'Tis some mischance ; the cry is very direful. 

Cas. O, help ! 

Lod. Hark! 40 

Rod. O wretched villain. 

Lod. Two or three groan : it is a heavy night : 

These may be counterfeits : let 's think 't unsafe 
To come into the cry without more help. 

Rod. Nobody come ? then shall I bleed to death. 

Lod. Hark! 

Re-enter lago, with a light. 

Gra. Here 's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. 

lago. Who 's there? whose noise is this that cries on murder ? 

Lod. We do not know. 

lago. Did not you hear a cry ? 40 

Cas. Here, here ! for heaven's sake, help me ! 

lago. What 's the matter ? 

Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. 

Lod. The same indeed ; a very valiant fellow. 

lago. What are you here that cry so grievously ? 

Cas. lago ? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains ! 

Give me some help. 
lago. O me, lieutenant ! what villains have done this ? 
Cas. I think that one of them is here about, 

And cannot make away. 
lago. O treacherous villains? 

What are you there? come in and give some help. 

\To Lodovico and Gratiano. 
Rod. O, help me here ! 60 

Cas. That 's one of them. 



Act V. Sc. i, TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Iago. O murderous slave ! O villain ! 

[Stabs Roderigo. 
Rod. O damn'd Iago ! O inhuman dog ! 
Iago. Kill men i' the dark ! Where be these bloody thieves ? 

How silent is this town ! Ho ! murder ! murder ! 

What may you be ? are you of good or evil ? 
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. 
Iago. Signior Lodovico ? 
Lod. He, sir. 

Iago. I cry you mercy. Here 's Cassio hurt by villains. 
Gra. Cassio ! 70 

Iago. How is 't, brother ? 
Cas. My leg is cut in two. 
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! 

Light, gentlemen : I '11 bind it with my shirt. 

Enter Bianca. 

Bian. What is the matter, ho ? who is 't that cried ? 

Iago. Who is 't that cried ! 

Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio ! O 

Cassio, Cassio, Cassio ! 
Iago. O notable strumpet ! Cassio, may you suspect 

Who they should be that have thus mangled you ? 
Cas. No. 80 

Gra. I am sorry to find you thus : I have been to seek you. 
Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair, 

To bear him easily hence ! 
Bian. Alas, he faints ! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio ! 
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash 

To be a party in this injury. 

Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come ; 

Lend me a light. Know we this face or no ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V, Sc. i. 

Alas, my friend and my dear countryman 

Roderigo ? no : — yes, sure : O heaven ! Roderigo. 
Gra. What, of Venice ? 9 r 

Iago. Even he, sir : did you know him ? 
Gra. Know him ! ay. 

Iago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry you gentle pardon •, 

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, 

That so neglected you. 
Gra. I am glad to see you. 

Iago. How do you, Cassio ? O, a chair, a chair ? 
Gra. Roderigo ! 

Iago. He, he, 'tis he. [A chair brought in.~\ O, that 's well 
said ; the chair : 

Some good man bear him carefully from hence ; 

I'll fetch the general's surgeon. [To Bianca\ For 
you, mistress, 100 

Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, 

Was my dear friend : what malice was between you ? 
Cas. None in the world ; nor do I know the man. 
Iago. [To Bian.~\ What, look you pale ? O, bear him out o' 
the air. [Cassio and Roderigo are borne off. 

Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress ? 

Do you perceive the gastness of her eye ? 

Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. 

Behold her well ; I pray you, look upon her : 

Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak, 

Though tongues were out of use. I 10 

Enter Emilia. 

Emit. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, 

husband ? 
Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scaped : 

He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. 
Emil. Alas, good gentleman ! alas, good Cassio ! 
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia, 

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night. 

What, do you shake at that ? 
Bian. He supp'd at my house ; but I therefore shake not. 
Iago. O, did he so ? I charge you, go with me. 1 20 

Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet ! 
Bian. I am no strumpet ; but of life as honest 

As you that thus abuse me. 
Emil. As I ! foh ! fie upon thee ! 

Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. 

Come, mistress, you must tell 's another tale. 

Emilia, run you to the citadel, 

And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd ! 

Will you go on ? I pray. \_Aside] This is the night 

That either makes me or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

A bedchamber in the castle : Desdemona in bed asleep ; 
a light burning. 

Enter Othello. 

Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul : 

Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! 
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, 
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow 
And smooth as monumental alabaster. 
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. 
Put out the light, and then put out the light : 
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

I can again thy former light restore, 

Should I repent me : but once put out thy light, io 

Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, 

I know not where is that Promethean heat 

That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd 

the rose, 
I cannot give it vital growth again, 
It must needs wither : I '11 smell it on the tree. 

[Kissing her. 
Ah, balmy breath, that dost almost persuade 
Justice to break her sword ! One more, one more : 
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, 
And love thee after : one more, and this the last : 
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, 20 

But they are cruel tears : this sorrow 's heavenly j 
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes. 

Des. Who 's there ? Othello ? 

Oth. Ay, Desdemona. 

Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ? 

Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? 

Des. Ay, my lord. 

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime 

Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, 
Solicit for it straight. 

Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that ? 

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by : 30 

I would not kill thy unprepared spirit ; 
No ; heaven for fend ! I would not kill thy soul. 

Des. Talk you of killing ? 

Oth. Ay, I do. 

Des. Then heaven have mercy on me ! 

Oth. Amen, with all my heart 1 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. 

Oth. Hum! 

Des. And yet I fear you ; for you are fatal then 

When your eyes roll so : why I should fear I know not, 
Since guiltiness I know not ; but yet I feel I fear. 

Oth. Think on thy sins. 

Des. They are loves I bear to you. 40 

Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. 

Des. That death 's unnatural that kills for loving. 
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip ? 
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame : 
These are portents ; but yet I hope, I hope, 
They do not point on me. 

Oth. Peace, and be still ! 

Des. I will so. What 's the matter ? 

Oth. That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee 
Thou gavest to Cassio. 

Des. No, by my life and soul ! 49 

Send for the man, and ask him. 

Oth. Sweet soul, take heed, 

Take heed of perjury ; thou art on thy death-bed. 

Des. Ay, but not yet to die. 

Oth. Yes, presently : 

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin ; 
For to deny each article with oath 
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception 
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. 

Des. Then Lord have mercy on me ! 

Oth. I say, amen. 

Des. And have you mercy too ! I never did 
Offend you in my life ; never loved Cassio 
But with such general warranty of heaven 60 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

As I might love : I never gave him token. 
Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in 's hand. 

perjured woman ! thou dost stone my heart, 
And makest me call what I intend to do 

A murder, which I thought a sacrifice : 

1 saw the handkerchief. 

Des. He found it then ; 

I never gave it him : send for him hither ; 

Let him confess a truth. 
Oth. He hath confess'd. 

Des. What, my lord? 
Oth. That he hath used thee. 
Des. How ? unlawfully ? 

Oth. Ay. Jo 

Des. He will not say so. 
Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd ; 

Honest Iago hath ta'en order for 't. 
Des. O, my fear interprets ! what, is he dead ? 
Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge 

Had stomach for them all. 
Des. Alas, he is betray'd, and I undone ! 
Oth. Out, strumpet ! weep'st thou for him to my face ? 
Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not ! 
Oth. Down, strumpet ! 

Des. Kill me to-morrow ; let me live to-night ! 80 

Oth. Nay, if you strive, — 
Des. But half an hour ! 

Oth. Being done, there is no pause. 

Des. But while I say one prayer ! 

Oth. It is too late. [He sti/les her. 

Emll. [Within] My lord, my lord ! what, ho ! my lord, 
my lord ! 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Oth. What noise is this ? Not dead ? not yet quite dead ? 

I that am cruel am yet merciful ; 

I would not have thee linger in thy pain : 

So, so. 
Emll. [Within] What, ho ! my lord, my lord ! 
Oth. Who 's there ? 

Emil. [Within] O, good my lord, I would speak a word 
with you ! 90 

Oth. Yes : 'tis Emilia. By and by. She 's dead. 

'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death. 

The noise was here. Ha ! no more moving ? 

Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were't good? 

I think she stirs again. No. What 's best to do ? 

If she come in, she '11 sure speak to my wife : 

My wife ! my wife ! what wife ? I have no wife. 

O, insupportable ! O heavy hour ! 

Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse 

Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe 100 

Should yawn at alteration. 
Emil. [Within] I do beseech you 

That I may speak with you, O, good my lord ! 
Oth. I had forgot thee : O, come in, Emilia. 

Soft ; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. 

Where art thou ? [Unlocks the door. 

Enter Emilia. 

What 's the matter with thee now ? 
Emil. O, my good lord, yonder 's foul murders done ! 
Oth. What, now ? 
Emil. But now, my lord. 
Oth. It is the very error of the moon ; 

She comes more nearer earth than she was wont 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

And makes men mad. Ill 

Em//. Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian 

Call'd Roderigo. 
Oth. Roderigo kill'd ! 

And Cassio kill'd ! 
Em//. No, Cassio is not kill'd. 

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd ! then murder 's out of tune, 

And sweet revenge grows harsh. 
Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd ! 

Em//. Alas, what cry is that ? 

Oth. That! what? 
Emil. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's voice. 

Help! help, ho ! help! O lady, speak again ! 1 20 

Sweet Desdemona ! O sweet mistress, speak ! 
Des. A guiltless death I die. 
Em/l. O, who hath done this deed ? 
Des. Nobody •, I myself. Farewell : 

Commend me to my kind lord : O, farewell ! [Dies. 
Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? 
Em/l. Alas, who knows ? 

Oth. You heard her say herself, It was not I. 
Emil. She said so: I must needs report the truth. 
Oth. She 's like a liar gone to burning hell : 

'Twas I that kill'd her. 
Emil. O, the more angel she, 130 

And you the blacker devil ! 
Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. 
Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. 
Oth. She was false as water. 
Em/l. Thou art rash as fire, to say 

That she was false: O, she was heavenly true! 
Oth. Cassio did top her ; ask thy husband else. 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, 

But that I did proceed upon just grounds 

To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all. 
Emil. My husband ! 140 

Oth. Thy husband. 

Emil. That she was false to wedlock ? 
Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true, 

If heaven would make me such another world 

Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, 

I 'Id not have sold her for it. 
Emil. My husband ! 
Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first : 

An honest man he is, and hates the slime 

That sticks on filthy deeds. 
Emil. My husband ! 149 

Oth. What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband. 
Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love ! 

My husband say that she was false ! 
Oth. He, woman ; 

I say thy husband : dost understand the word ? 

My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. 
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul 

Rot half a grain a day ! he lies to the heart : 

She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. 
Oth. Ha! 
Emil. Do thy worst : 

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven 160 

Than thou wast worthy her. 
Oth. Peace, you were best. 

Emil. Thou hast not half that power to do me harm 

As I have to be hurt. O gull ! O dolt ! 

As ignorant as dirt ! thou hast done a deed — 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

I care not for thy sword ; I '11 make thee known, 
Though I lost twenty lives. Help ! help, ho ! help ! 
The Moor hath kill'd my mistress ! Murder ! murder ! 

Enter Montano, Gratiano, lago, and others. 

Mon. What is the matter ? How now, general ! 
EmiL O, are you come, lago? you have done well, 

That men must lay their murders on your neck. 170 
Gra. What is the matter ? 
Emll. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man : 

He says thou told'st him that his wife was false : 

I know thou didst not, thou 'rt not such a villain. 

Speak, for my heart is full. 
lago. I told him what I thought, and told no more 

Than what he found himself was apt and true. 
EmiL But did you ever tell him she was false ? 
lago. I did. 
Emll. You told a lie, an odious, damned lie j 180 

Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie ! 

She false with Cassio ! Did you say with Cassio ? 
lago. With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue. 
EmiL I will not charm my tongue ; I am bound to speak : 

My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed, — 
All. O heavens forfend ! 

EmiL And your reports have set the murder on. 
Oth. Nay, stare not, masters : it is true indeed. 
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. 
Mon. O monstrous act ! 
EmiL Vihany, villany, villany ! 190 

I think upon't : I think : I smell 't : O villany ! 

I thought so then: I'll kill myself for grief: 

() villany, villany ! 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

lago. What, are you mad ? I charge you, get you home. 

Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak : 
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now. 
Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. 

Oth. O! O! O! [Falling on the bed. 

Emil. Nay, lay thee down and roar j 

For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 
That e'er did lift up eye. 

Oth. [Rising] O, she was foul ! 200 

I scarce did know you, uncle : there lies your niece, 
Whose breath indeed these hands have newly stopp'd: 
I know this act shows horrible and grim. 

Gra. Poor Desdemona ! I am glad thy father 's dead : 
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief 
Shore his old thread in twain : did he live now, 
This sight would make him do a desperate turn, 
Yea, curse his better angel from his side, 
And fall to reprobation. 

Oth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet lago knows 210 

That she with Cassio hath the act of shame 
A thousand times committed ; Cassio confess'd it : 
And she did gratify his amorous works 
With that recognizance and pledge of love 
Which I first gave her ; I saw it in his hand : 
It was a handkerchief, an antique token 
My father gave my mother. 

Emil. O heaven ! O heavenly powers ! 

lago. 'Zounds ! hold your peace. 

Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace ! 

No, I will speak as liberal as the north : 220 

Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, 
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

Iago. Be wise, and get you home. 

Emil. I will not. 

[Iago offers to stab Emilia. 
Gra. Fie ! 

Your sword upon a woman ! 
Emil. O thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief thou speak'st 
of 

I found by fortune and did give my husband ; 

For often with a solemn earnestness, 

More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle, 

He begg'd of me to steal it. 
Iago. Villanous whore ! 

Emil. She give it Cassio ! no, alas, I found it, 230 

And I did give't my husband. 
Iago. Filth, thou liest ! 

Emil. By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen. 

O murderous coxcomb ! what should such a fool 

Do with so good a wife ? 
Oth. Are there no stones in heaven 

But what serve for the thunder ? Precious villain ! 
\He rims at Iago : Iago, from behind, 
stabs Emilia, and exit. 
Gra. The woman falls ; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. 
Emil. Ay, ay : O, lay me by my mistress' side. 
Gra. He 's gone, but his wife 's kill'd. 
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, 

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor : 240 

Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, 

But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain, 

For 'tis a damned slave. 

[Exeunt all but Othello and Emilia. 
Oth. I am not valiant neither, 



Act V. Sc. ij. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

But every puny whipster gets my sword. 

But why should honour outlive honesty ? 

Let it go all. 
Entil. What did thy song bode, lady ? 

Hark, canst thou hear me ? I will play the swan, 

And die in music. [Singing] Willow, willow, willow. 

Moor, she was chaste ; she loved thee, cruel Moor ; 

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true ; 250 

So speaking as I think, I die, I die. [Dies. 

Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber ; 

It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper. — 

O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth. 
Gra. [Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear : 

Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. 
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, 

Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. 

Re-enter Gratiano. 

Gra. What is the matter ? 

Oth. Behold, I have a weapon ; 

A better never did itself sustain 260 

Upon a soldier's thigh : I have seen the day 

That with this little arm and this good sword 

I have made my way through more impediments 

Than twenty times your stop : but, O vain boast ! 

Who can control his fate ? 'tis not so now. 

Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd ; 

Here is my journey's end, here is my butt 

And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. 

Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear : 

Man but a rush against Othello's breast, 270 

And he retires. Where should Othello go ? 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii, 

Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! 

Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, 

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, 

And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ! 

Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave ! 

Whip me, ye devils, 

From the possession of this heavenly sight ! 

Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! 

Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! 280 

O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead ! 

Oh! Oh! Oh! 

Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a chair, and 
Officers, tuith Iago, prisoner. 

Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man ? 
Oth. That 's he that was Othello : here I am. 
Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth. 
Oth. I look down towards his feet ; but that 's a fable. 

If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. 

\Wounds lago. 
Lod. Wrench his sword from him. 

lago. I bleed, sir, but not kill'd. 

Oth. I am not sorry neither : I 'Id have thee live ; 

For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. 290 

Lod. O thou Othello, that wert once so good, 

Fall'n in the practice of a damned slave, 

What shall be said to thee ? 
Oth. Why, any thing : 

An honourable murderer, if you will ; 

For nought did I in hate, but all in honour. 
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villany : 

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death ? 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Oth. Ay. 

Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. 

Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. 300 

Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil 

Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body ? 
Iago. Demand me nothing ; what you know, you know : 

From this time forth I never will speak word. 
Lod. What, not to pray ? 

Gra. Torments will ope your lips. 

Oth. Well, thou dost best. 
Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, 

Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter 

Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo, 

And here another: the one of them imports 210 

The death of Cassio to be undertook 

By Roderigo. 
Oth. O villain ! 

Cas. Most heathenish and most gross ! 

Lod. Now here 's another discontented paper, 

Found in his pocket too ; and this, it seems, 

Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain ; 

But that, belike, Iago in the interim 

Came in and satisfied him. 
Oth. O the pernicious caitiff! 

How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief 

That was my wife's ? 
Cas. I found it in my chamber : 320 

And he himself confess'd but even now 

That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose 

Which wrought to his desire. 
Oth. O fool ! fool ! fool ! 

Cas. There is besides in Roderigo's letter, 



THE MOOR OF VENICE Act V. Sc. ii. 

How he upbraids Iago, that he made him 
Brave me upon the watch ; whereon it came 
That I was cast : and even but now he spake 
After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him, 
Iago set him on. 

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us : 330 
Your power and your command is taken off, 
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, 
If there be any cunning cruelty 
That can torment him much and hold him long, 
It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest, 
Till that the nature of your fault be known 
To the Venetian state. Come, bring away. 

Oth. Soft you ; a word or two before you go. 

I have done the state some service, and they know 't. 

No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, 340 

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, 

Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, 

Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak 

Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; 

Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, 

Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, 

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away 

Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, 

Albeit unused to the melting mood, 

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees 350 

Their medicinal gum. Set you down this ; 

And say besides, that in Aleppo once, 

Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk 

Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, 

I took by the throat the circumcised dog 

And smote him, thus. [Stabs himself. 



Act V. Sc. ii. TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 

Lod. O bloody period ! 

Gra. All that 's spoke is marr'd. 

Oth. I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee : no way but this, 
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. 

[Falls on the bed, and dies. 

Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon ; 360 
For he was great of heart. 

Lod. [To Iago] O Spartan dog, 

More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea ! 
Look on the tragic loading of this bed ; 
This is thy work : the object poisons sight ; 
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, 
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, 
For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor, 
Remains the censure of this hellish villain, 
The time, the place, the torture : O, enforce it ! 
Myself will straight aboard, and to the state 370 

This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary. 



Abhor; " it doth a. me," it is abhor- 
rent to me ; IV. ii. 162. 

About, out ; I. ii. 46. 

Abuse, deceive; I. iii. 401. 

Abused, deceived; I. i. 174. 

Abuser, corrupter; 1. ii. 78. 

Achieved, won ; II. i. 61. 

Actnoivn on't, confess any knowledge 
of it ; III. iii. 319. 

Act, action, working ; III. iii. 
328. 

Action, accusation ; I. iii. 70. 

Addiction, inclination ; II. ii. 6. 

Addition, honour ; III. iv. 194. 

Ad-vantage ; " in the best a.," at the 
most favourable opportunity; I. 
iii. 298. 

Advised, careful; I. ii. 55. 

Advocation, advocacy ; III. iv. 
123. 

Affined, bound by any tie ; I. i. 

39- 

Affnilij, connexions ; III. i. 49. 
Agnize, confess with pride: I. iii. 

Aim, conjecture; I. iii. 6. 

All in all, wholly, altogether; IV. 

i. 89. 
Alloivance ; "and your a.," and 

has your permission ; I. i. 

128. 
Allowed, acknowledged ; I. iii. 

224. 
All's one, very well ; IV. iii. 23. 
Almain, German ; II. iii. 86. 
Ancient, ensign ("Folio I, " Aunt- 

ient ") ; 1. i. 33. 



Anthropophagi, cannibals (Quartos, 
' ; Anthropophagi e " ; Folio I , " An- 
tropophague"); I. iii. 144. For 
' men -whose heads do grow beneath 
their shoulders.' Cp. illustration. 




From Kuchlein's illustrations of trie 
Tourney held at Stuttgart, 1609. 

Antres, caverns ; I. iii. 140. 
Apart, aside; II. iii. 391. 
Approve, prove, justify ; II. iii. 64. 

, love, adore; IV. iii. 19. 

Approved, proved to have been in- 
volved ; II. iii. 211. 
Apt, natural; II. i. 295. 
Arraigning, accusing; III. iv. 152. 
Arriv 



arrival ( Folic 
ancij or " Arrivancie '' j : 

As, as if ; III. iii. 77. 

Aspics, venomous snakes 
450. 

Assa/y, a test ; 1. iii. 18. 

— , try ; II. i. 121. 



A, 

II. i. 42. 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



Assure thee, be assured; III. iii. 20. 

At, on ; I. ii. 42. 

Atone, reconcile; IV. i. 236. 

Attach, arrest ; I. ii. 77. 

Attend, await; III. iii. 281 

Bauble, fool (used contemptuously) ; 

IV. i. 1 37 . 
Bear, the Constellation so called ; 

II. i. 14. 

Bear out, get the better of; II. i. 19. 
Beer ; " small beer," small accounts, 

trifles ; II. i. 161. 
Be-lee'd, placed on the lee (Quarto 

1, "be led") ; I. i. 30. 
Beshreiv me, a mild asseveration ; 

III. iv. 150. 

Besort, what is becoming ; I. iii. 

239. 
Best; "were b.," had better: I. ii. 

3°- 

Bestotu, place; III. i. 57. 

Betimes, early ; I. iii. 383. 

Bid "good morroiv," alluding to the 
custom of friends bidding good- 
morroiu by serenading a newly 
married couple on the morning 
after their marriage ; III. i. 2. 

Birdlime, lime to catch birds ; II. i 
127. 

Black, opposed to "fair''; III. iii. 
263. 

Blank, the white mark in the centre 
of the butt, the aim ; III. iv. 128. 

Blazoning, praising ; II. i. 63. 

Blood, anger, passion ; II. iii. 205. 

Blown, empty, puffed out ; III. iii. 
182. 

Bobb'd, got cunningly; V. i. 16. 

Boding, foreboding, ominous ; IV. i. 

Booties, profitless; I. iii. 209. 
Brace, state of defence (properly, 

armour to protect the arm); I. 

iii. 24. 
Brave, defy : V. ii. 326. 
Bravery, bravado, defiance; I. i. ico. 



Bulk, the projecting part of a shop 
on which goods were exposed for 
sale ; V. i. 1. 

Butt, goal, limit; V. ii. 267. 

By, aside ; V. ii. 30. 

, " how you say by," what say 

you to ; I. iii. 17. 

By and by, presently ; II. iii. 309. 

Cable; "give him a," give him 
scope ; I. ii. 17. 

Caitiff, thing, wretch ; a term of 
endearment; IV. i. 109. 

Callet, a low woman ; IV. ii. 121. 

Calmd, becalmed, kept from motion ; 
I. i. 30. 

Canakin, little can ; II. iii. 71. 

Cannibals; I. iii. 143. Cp. illustra- 
tion. 




Briny 



the 



ray. accompany ; III. 



[97. 



From a rare old broadside depicting the 
habits of the aboriginal Mexicans. 

Capable, ample; III. iii. 459. 
Caraci, large ship, galleon; I. ii. 

Caroused, drunk ; II. 111. 55. 

Carve for, indulge (Quarto I. u carve 

forth ") ; II. iii. 173. 
Case, matter (Folios, " cause ") ; III. 

iii. 4. 
Cast, dismissed, degraded from office; 

V. ii. 327. 
Censure, judgment ; II. iii. 193. 

, opinion ; IV. i. 273. 

Certes, certainly; I. i. 16. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Chair; "a chair, to bear him easily 
hence"; V. i. 82. Cp. illustra- 
tion. 




From a plate in Sandy's Travels (1621), 
depicting a sick person carried to the 
sulphur-baths at Pozzuoli, near Naples. 

Challenge, claim ; I. iii. 1 88. 

Chamberers, effeminate men ; III. iii. 
265. 

Chances, events ; I. iii. 134. 

Charm, make silent, restrain ; V. ii. 
183. 

Charmer, enchantress, sorceress; III. 
iv. 57. 

Cherubin, cherub ; IV. ii. 62. 

Chidden, chiding, making an inces- 
sant noise : II. i. 12. 

Chide, quarrel ; IV. ii. 167. 

Chuck, a term of endearment; III. 
iv. 49. 

Circumscription, restraint; I. ii. 27. 

Circumstance, circumlocution : 1. i. 13. 

, appurtenances; III. iii. 354. 

Circumstanced, give way to circum- 
stances : III. iv. 201. 

Civil, civilised; IV. i. 65. 

Clean, entirely, altogether; I. iii. 366. 

Clime, country ; III. iii. 230. 

Clip, embrace; III. iii. 464. 

Clog, encumber (Folios 1, 2, 3. " en- 
dogge"); II. i. 70. 

Close, secret; 111. iii. 123. 

Close as oak— ii close as the grain 
ol oak " ; III. iii. 210. 

Clijster-pipcs, tubes used for injection; 
N. i. .79. 

Coat, coat of mail ; V. i. 2',. 

Cogging, deceiving by lying ; IV. ii. 
132. 



Collied, blackened, darkened ; II. iii. 

206'. 
Coloquintida, colocynth, or bitter 

apple; I. iii. 355. 
Commoner, harlot ; IV. ii. 72. 
Companions, fellows (used contempt- 
uously) ; IV. ii. 141. 
Compasses, annual circuits ; III. iv. 71. 
Compliment extern, external show; I. 

i. 63. 
Composition, consistency; I. iii. 1. 
Compt, reckoning, day of reckoning ; 

V. ii. 273. 
Conceit, idea; thought (Quarto 1, 

" counsell") ; III. iii. 115. 
Conceits, conceives, judges ; III. iii. 

149. 
Condition, temper, disposition ; II. i. 

2 55- 
Conjme, limit ; I. ii. 27. 
Conjunctive, closely united (Quarto 

I, " communicatiue" ; Quarto 2, 

'■ conjectiue '') ; I. iii. 375* 
Conjured, charmed by incantations ; 

I. iii. 105. 
Conscionable, conscientious ; II. i. 242. 
Consent in, plan together ; V. ii. 297. 
Consequence, that which follows or 

results ; II. iii. 64. 
Conserved, preserved ( Quarto I, '■ con- 
serues " ; Quarto 2, " conceruc ") ; 

III. iv. 75. 
Consuls, senators (Theobald, •• Coun- 

s'lers"; Hanmer, "counsel"); I. 

ii. 43. 
Content, joy ; II. i. 185. 

, satisfy, reward; III. i. 1. 

Content you, be satisfied, be easy; I. 

i. 41'. 
Continuate, continual, uninterrupted 

(Quarto 1, " conuenient " ) ; III. iv. 

178. 
Contrived, plotted, deliberate ; I. ii. 3. 
Conveniences, comforts ; II. i. 234. 
Converse, conversation ; III. i. 40. 
J Cope, meet ; IV. i, 87. 

Corrigible, corrective ; I. iii. 329. 
1 Counsellor, prater (Theobald, "•<'"- 

utrcr "); II. i. 165. 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



Counter-caster, accountant (used con- 
temptuously) ; I. i. 31. 

Course, proceeding (Quarto I, 
" cause") ; II. i. 275. 

. run (Quarto 1, "maie")', III. 

iv. 71. 

Court and guard of safety, " very spot 
and guarding place of safety " 
(Theobald. " court of guard and 
safety ") ; II. iii. 216. 

Court of guard, the main guardhouse ; 
II. i. 220. 

Courtship, civility, elegance of man- 
ners (Quarto I, "courtesies"'); II. 
i. 171. 

Coxcomb, fool ; V. ii. 233. 

Cozening, cheating; IV. ii. 132. 

Crack, breach; II. iii. 330. 

Creation, nature; II. i. 64. 

Cries on, cries out (Folios 2, 3, 4, 
"cries out") ; V. i. 48. 

Critical, censorious; II. i. 120. 

Crusadoes, Portuguese gold coins ; so 
called from the cross on them 
(worth between six and seven 
shillings); III. iv. 26. Cp. illus- 
tration. 




From an engraving by Fairholt. 

Cry, pack of hounds ; II, iii. 370. 
Cunning, knowledge; III. iii. 49. 
Curled, having hair formed into , 

ringlets, hence affected, foppish ; 1 

I. ii. 68. 
Customer, harlot ; IV. i. 112. 

Daffest, dost put off (Collier, I 
' ' daff'st " ; Quartos, ' ' dofftst " ; 
Folio 1, ' ' daftt " ) ; IV. ii. 175. 

Danger: " hurt to danger," danger- | 
ously hurt, wounded ; II. iii. 197. ! 

Darlings, favourites ; I. ii. 68. 



Daivs, jack-daws ; I. i. 65. 

Dear, deeply felt ; I. iii. 260. 

Dearest, most zealous ; I. iii. 85. 

Debitor and creditor, " the title of 
certain ancient treatises on book- 
keeping here used as a nick- 
name " (Clarke) ; I. i. 31. 

Defeat, destroy ; IV. ii. 160. 

• , disfigure ; I. iii. 346. 

Defend, forbid ; I. iii. 267. 

Delations, accusations; III. iii. 123. 

Delighted, delightful ; I. iii. 290. 

Deliver, say, relate ; II. iii. 219. 

Demand, ask ; V. ii. 301. 

Demerits, merits ; I. ii. 22. 

Demonstrable , "made d.," demon- 
strated, revealed ; III. iv. 142. 

Denotement, denoting; II. iii. 323. 

Deputing, substituting ; IV. i. 248. 

Designment, design ; II. i. 22. 

Desired; "well d.," well loved, a 
favourite ; II. i. 206. 

Despite, contempt, aversion ; IV. ii. 
116. 

Determinate, decisive ; IV. ii. 232. 

Devesting, divesting; II. iii. 181. 

Diablo, the Devil ; II. iii. 161. 

Diet, feed ; II. i. 302. 

Dilate, relate in detail, at length ; I. 
iii. 153. 

Directly, in a direct straightforward 
way ; IV. ii. 21c. 

Discontented, full of dissatisfaction ; 
V. ii. 314. 

Discourse of thouglit , faculty of flunk- 
ing, range of thought ; IV. ii. 

153- 

Dislikes, displeases ; II. iii. 49. 
Displeasure; "your d.," the dis- 
favour you have incurred : III. i. 

45- 
Disports, sports, pastimes ; I. iii. 

272. 
Dispose, disposition : I. iii. 403. 
Disprove, refute; V. ii. 172. 
Disputtd on, argued, investigated : I. 

ii. 75. 
Distaste, be distasteful ; III. iii. 327. 
Division, arrano-ement ; I. i. 25. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Do, act ; I. iii. 395. 

Dotage, affection for; IV. i. 27. 

Double, of two-fold influence ; I. ii. 

14. 
Double set, go twice round ; II. iii. 

135- 
Doubt, suspicion ; III. iii. 188. 

, fear ; III. iii. 19. 

Dream, expectation, anticipation ; 

II. iii. 64. 

Ecstasy, swoon ; IV. i. 80. 
Elements, a pure extract, the quint- 
essence ; II. iii. 59. 
Embay'd, land-locked; II. i. 18. 
Encave, hide, conceal ; IV. i. 82. 
Enchafed, chafed, angry; II. i. 17. 
Engage, pledge; III. iii. 462. 
Engines, devices, contrivances, (?) 

instruments of torture ; IV. ii. 

219. 
Engluts, engulfs, swallows up ; I. 

iii. 57. 
Enshelter'd, sheltered; II. i. 18. 
Ensteep'd, steeped, lying concealed 

under water (Quarto 1, " en- 

scerped" ) ; II. i. 70. 
Entertainment, re-engagement in the 

service; III. iii. 250. 
Enivluel, encompass, surround ; II. 

Equinox, counterpart ; II. iii. 129. 
Erring, wandering; III. iii. 227. 
Error, deviation, irregularity; V. 

ii. 109. 
Escape, escapade, wanton freak ; I. 

iii. 197. 
Essential, real ; II. i. 64. 
Estimation, reputation ; I. iii. 275. 
Eternal, damned fused to express 

abhorrence) ; IV. ii. 130. 
Ever-jixed, fixed for ever (Quartos, 

" ever-fred ") : II. i. 15. 
Execute, to wreak anger; II. iii. 228. 
Execution, working; III. iii. 466. 
Exercise, religious exercise ; III. iv. 

41. 
Exhibition, allowance ; I. iii. 238. 
Expert, experienced ; II. iii. 82. 



Expert and approved allozvance, ac- 
knowledged and proved ability ; 

II. i. 49. 

Exsufflicate, inflated, unsubstantial; 
(Quartos, Folios 1, 2, 3, " ex- 
uffUcate" ; Folio 4, " extricated"); 

III. iii. 182. 

Extern, eternal ; I. i. 63. 
Extincted, extinct fFolios 3, 4, " ex- 
tinctest " ; Rowe, "extinguished"); 

II. i. 81. 

Extravagant, vagrant, wandering ; I. 
«• *37- 

Facile, easy ; I. iii. 23. 
Falls, lets fall ; IV. i. 248. 
Fantasy, fancy ; III. iii. 299. 
Fashion, conventional custom ; II. i. 

208. 
Fast, faithfully devoted ; I. iii. 369. 
Fathom, reach, capacity; I. i. 153. 
Favour, countenance, appearance ; 

III. iv. 125. 

Fearful, full of fear ; I. iii. 12. 
Fell, cruel ; V. ii. 362. 
Filches, pilfers, steals; III. iii. 159. 
Filth, used contemptuously; V. ii. 

231. 
Fineless, without limit, boundless ; 

III. iii. 173. 
Fitcheiu, pole-cat (used contemptu- 

ouslyj ; IV. i. 150. 
Fits, befits ; III. iv. 150. 
Fleers, sneers; IV. i. 83. 
Flood, sea ; I. iii. 135. 
Flood-gate, rushing, impetuous ; I. 

iii. 56. 
Folly, unchastity ; V. ii. 132. 
Fond, foolish ; I. iii. 320 
Fopped, befooled, duped ; IV. ii. 195. 
For, because (Folios, "zvhen"); I. 

iii. 269. 
Forbear, spare; I. ii. 10. 
Fordoes, destroys ; V. i. 129. 
Forfend, forbid ; V. ii. 32. 
Forgot; "are thus f.," have so for- 
gotten yourself; II. iii. iXS. 
j Farms and visages, external show, 

outward appearance ; I. i. 50. 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



Forth e/", forth from, out of (Folio 

I, " For of" ; Folios 2, 3, 4, " For 

Fortitude, strength ; I. iii. 222. 
Fortune, chance, accident ; V. ii. 226. 
Framed, moulded, formed ; I. iii. 404. 
Fraught, freight, burden ; III. iii. 

449. 
Free, innocent, free from guilt ; III. 

iii. 255. 

, liberal ; I. iii. 266. 

Frights, terrifies; II. iii. 175. 
Frize, a kind of coarse woollen stuff: 

II. i. 127. 

From, contrary to; I. i. 132. 

Fruitful, generous ; II. iii. 347. 

Full, perfect ; II. i. 36. 

Function, exercise of the faculties ; 
II. iii. 354. 

Fustian; "discourse f.," talk rub- 
bish ; II. iii. 282. 

Galls, rancour, bitterness of mind ; 

IV. iii. 93. 
Garb, fashion, manner; II. i. 314. 
Garnered, treasured ; IV. ii. 57. 
Gastness, ghastliness (Quartos 1, 2, 

" ieastures " ; Quarto 3, " jestures "; 

Quarto 1687, "gestures" ; Knight. 

" ghastness ") ; V. i. 106. 
Gender, kind, sort ; I. iii. 326. 
Generous, noble ; III. iii. 280. 
Give aivay, give up ; III. iii. 28. 
Government, self-control ; III. iii. 256. 
Gradation, order of promotion ; I. i. 

37- 
Grange, a solitary farm-house; I. i. 

106. 
Green, raw, inexperienced; II. i. 251. 
Grise, step ; I. iii. 200. 
Gross in sense, palpable to reason ; 

I. ii. 72. 
Guardage, guardianship ; I. ii. 70. 
Guards, guardians ( " alluding to the 

star Arctophylax," Johnson) ; II. 

i. 15. 
Guinea-hen, a term of contempt for a 

woman ; I. iii. 317. 
Gyve, fetter, ensnare ; II. i. 171. 



Habits, appearances, outward show; 

I. iii. 108. 
Haggard, an untrained wild hawk ; 

III. iii. 260. 

Hales, hauls, draws ; IV. i. 141. 
Haply, perhaps ; II. i. 279. 
Hapfd, happened, occurred ; V. i. 

127. 
Happiness, good luck ; III. iv. 

108. 
Happy; "in h. time," at the right 

moment ; III. i. 32. 
Hard at hand, close at hand 

(Quartos, "hand at hand"); II. 

i. 268. 
Hardness, hardship ; I. iii. 234. 
Haste-post-haste, very great haste ; 

I. ii. 37. 

Have -with you, I'll go with you ; I. 

"• S3- 
Having, allowance(?)" pin-money"; 

IV. iii. 92. 

Hearted, seated in the heart ; III. 

iii. 448. 
Heavy, sad; V. ii. 371. 
,- "a h. night," a thick cloudy 

night ; V. i. 42. 
Heat, urgency ; I. ii. 40. 
Helm, helmet ; I. iii. 273. 
Herself, itself; I. iii. 96. 
Hie, hasten ; IV. iii. 50. 
High suppertime, high time for 

supper; IV. ii. 245-6. 
Hint, subject, theme; I. iii. 142. 
Hip; "have on the h.," catch at an 

advantage (a term in wrestling); 

II. i. 314. 

Hold, make to linger; V. ii. 

334- 
Home, to the point; II. i. 166. 
Honesty, becoming ; IV. i. 288. 
Honey, sweetheart; II. i. 206. 
Horologe, clock ; II. iii. 135. 
Houseivife, hussy ; IV. i. 95. 
Hungerly, hungrily; III. iv. 105. 
Hurt; " to be h.," to endure being 

hurt ; V. ii. 163. 
Hydra, the fabulous monster with 

many heads ; II. iii. 308. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Ice-brook's temper, i.e. a sword 
tempered in the frozen brook : 
alluding to the ancient Spanish 
custom of hardening steel by 
plunging red-hot in the rivulet 
Salo near Bilbilis; V. ii. 252. 

Idle, barren ; I. iii. 140. 

Idleness, unproductiveness, want of 
cultivation ; I. iii. 328. 

Import, importance; III. iii. 316. 

Importancy, importance ; 1. iii. 
20. 

//;, on ; I. i. 137. 

Inclining, favourably disposed : II. 
iii. 346. 

Incontinent, immediately ; IV. iii. 
12. 

Incontinently, immediately ; I. iii. 
306. 

Index, introduction, prologue; II. 
i. 263. 

Indign, unworthy ; I. iii. 274. 

Indues, affects, makes sensitive : 
(Quarto 3, " endures"; Johnson 
conj. "subdues" ); III. iv. 146. 

Ingener, inventor (of praises) ; II. i. 
65. 

Ingraft, ingrafted ; II. iii. 145. 

Inhibited, prohibited, forbidden ; I. 
ii. 79. 

Injointed them, joined themselves; 1. 

>"■ 35- 

Injuries ; " in your L," while doing 

injuries ; II. i. 112. 
Inordinate, immoderate; II. iii. 

3 11 ' 

Intendment, intention ; IV. ii. 203. 

Intentivcly, with unbroken atten- 
tion (Folio I, " i/lstinctiuell/ ,, ; 
Folios 2, 3. 4, "distinctively"; 
Gould conj. " connectively") ; I. 
iii. 155. 

Invention, mental activity; IV. i. 

l ')S- 
Issues, conclusions; ill. iii. 219. 
Iteration, repetition ; V. ii. 150. 



Jesses, straps of leather or silk, 
with which hawks were tied by 
the leg for the falconer to hold 
her by; III. iii. 261. Cp. illus- 
tration. 




From an engraving of the year 1593. 

Joint-ring, a ring with joints in it, 
consisting of two halves ; a lover's 
token ; IV. iii. 73. Cp. illus- 
tration. 




Jama, the f\ 
I. ii. 33. 



leaded Roman Clod 



From a woodcut by Fairholt 

Jump, exactly ; II. iii. 392. 

, agree ; I. iii. 5. 

Just, exact ; I. iii. 5. 

Justly, truly and faithfully; I. iii. 

124. 

Keep up, put up, do not draw; I. 

ii. 59. 
Knave, servant ; I. i. 45. 
K<iee-crooL'tn , fawning, obsequious; 

I. i. 45- " 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



Knew of, learn from, find out from ; 
V. i. 117. 

Lack, miss; III. iii. 318. 
Laiv-days, court-days ; III. iii. 140. 
Leagued, connected in friendship 

(Quartos, Folios, "league"); II. 

iii. zi8. 
Learn, teach ; I. iii. 183. 
Learned, intelligent; III. iii. 259. 
Leets, days on which courts are 

held ; III. iii. 140. 
Levels, is in keeping, is suitable ; 

1. iii. 240. 

Liberal, free, wanton; II. i. 165. 

Lies, resides; III. iv. 2. 

Like, equal ; II. i. 16. 

Lingered, prolonged ; IV. ii. 228. 

List, boundary: "patient 1.," the 

bounds of patience ; IV. i. 76. 
, inclination (Folios, Quartos 

2, 3, "leaue"); II. i. 105. 

, listen to, hear; II. i. 219. 

Living, real, valid; III. iii. 409. 
Lost, groundless, vain ; V. ii. 269. 
Loivn, lout, stupid, blockhead; II. 

iii. 95. 

Magnifuo, a title given to a Venetian 
grandee ; I. ii. 12. 

Maidhood, maidenhood ; I. i. 173. 

Main, sea, ocean ; II. i. 3. 

Make aivay, get away ; V. i. 58. 

Makes, does ; I. ii. 49. 

Mammering, hesitating (Folios, 
Quartos 2, 3, " mam ring" ; Quarto 
1, "muttering" ; Johnson, " mum- 
mering" ) ; III. iii. 70. 

Man, wield ; V. ii. 270. 

Manage, set on foot; II. iii. 215. 

Mandragora, mandrake, a plant sup- 
posed to induce sleep : III. iii. 

33°- 
Mane, crest ; II. i. 13. 
Manifest, reveal; I. ii. 32. 
Marble, (?) everlasting ; III. iii. 460. 
Mass; "by the mass," an oath 

(Folios 1, 2, 3. " Introth" ; 

Folio 4, " In troth") : II. iii. 384. 



Master, captain ; II. i. 211. 

May, can ; V. i. 78. 

Mazzard, head ; II. iii. 155. 

Me; " whip me,'" whip (me ethic 
dative) ; I. i. 49. 

Mean, means; III. i. 39. 

Meet, seemly, becoming; I. i. 146. 

Mere, utter, absolute ; II. ii. 3. 

Minion, a spoilt darling; V. i. 33. 

Mischance, misfortune ; V. i. 38. 

Mock, ridicule ; I. ii. 69. 

Modern, common-place; I. iii. 109. 

Moe, more ; IV. iii. 57. 

Molestation, disturbance; II. i. 16. 

Monstrous, (trisyllabic); Capell, 
" monsterous"); II. iii. 217. 

Moons, months ; I. iii. 84. 

Moorship's (formed on analogy of 
worship ; Quarto 1 reads " Wor- 
ship's"); I. i. 33. 

Moraler, moralize!" : II. iii. 301. 

Mortal, deadly ; II. i. 72. 

, fatal ; V. ii. 205. 

Mortise, " a hole made in timber to 
receive the tenon of another piece 
of timber; II. i. 9. 

Moth, "an idle eater"; I. iii. 257. 

Motion, impulse, emotion ; I. iii. 

95- 

, natural impulse; I. ii. 75. 

Mountebanks, quacks; I. iii. 61. 
Mummy, a preparation used for 

magical — as well as medicinal — 

purposes, made originally from 

mummies ; III. iv. 74. 
Mutualities, familiarities ; II. i. 266. 
Mystery, trade, craft ; IV. ii. 30. 

Naked, unarmed : V. ii. 258. 
Napkin, handkerchief; III. iii. 287. 
Native, natural, real ; I. i. 62. 
Ne-,v, fresh (Quartos, "more"); I. 

iii. 205. 
Next, nearest ; I. iii. 205. 
North, north wind ; V. ii. 220. 
Notorious, notable, egregious; IV. 

ii. 140. 
Nuptial, wedding (Quartos, " Nup- 

tialls"); II. ii. 8.' 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Obscure, abstruse ; II. i. 263. 

Obser-oancy, homage; III. iv. 149. 

Odd-even, probably the interval be- 
tween twelve o'clock at night 
and one o'clock in the morning ; 

I. i. 124. 

Odds, quarrel; II. iii. 185. 

Off, away; V. ii. 331. 

Off-capp'd, doffed their caps, saluted 

(Quartos, " oft c apt"); I. i. 10. 
Offends, hurts, pains ; II. iii. 199. 
Office, duty (Quarto 1, "duty"); 

III. iv. 113. 
Offced, having a special function ; I. 

iii. 271. 
Offices, domestic offices, where food 

and drink were kept; II. ii. 9. 
Old, time-honoured system; I. i. 

37- 
On, at ; II. iii. 132. 
On't, of it ; II. i. 30. 
Opinion, public opinion, reputation ; 

II. iii. 196. 

Opposite, opposed ; I. ii. 67. 
Other, otherwise; IV. ii. 13. 
Ottomites, Ottomans; I. iii. 33. 
Out-tongue, bear down ; I. ii. 19. 
O-uert ; " o. test," open proofs; I. 

iii. 107. 
Oive, own ; I. i. 66. 
Ozvedst, didst own ; III. iii. 333. 

Paddle, play, toy; II. i. 259. 
Pageant, show, pretence; I. iii. 18. 
Paragons, excels, surpasses ; II. i. 

62. 
Parcels, parts, portions; I. iii. 154. 
Partially, with undue favour (Qq., 

"partiality"); II. iii. 218. 
Parts, gifts; III. iii. 264. 
Passage, people passing ; V. i. 37. 
Passing, surpassingly; I. iii. 160. 
Patent, privilege; IV. i. 203. 
Patience ( trisyllabic ) ; II. iii. 376. 
Peculiar, personal ; III. iii. 79. 
Peevish, childish, silly; II. iii. 185. 
Pegs, " tile pins of an instrument on 

which the strings are fastened"; 

II. i. 202. 



Perdurable, durable, lasting; I. iii. 

343- 

Period, ending; V. ii. 357. 

Pestilence, poison ; II. iii. 362. 

Pierced, penetrated; I. iii. 219. 

Pioners, pioneers, the commonest 
soldiers, employed for rough, 
hard work, such as levelling 
roads, forming mines, etc. ; III. 
iii. 346. 

Pleasance, pleasure (Quartos, "plea- 
sure") ; II. iii. 293. 

Pliant, convenient; I. iii. 151. 

Plume up, make to triumph (Quarto 

I, " make up"); I. iii. 398. 
Poise, weight ; III. iii. 82. 

Pontic sea, Euxine or Black Sea ; 

III. iii. 453. 
Portance, conduct ; I. iii. 139. 
Position, positive assertion ; III. iii. 

234. 
Post-post-haste, very great haste; I. 

iii. 46. 
Pottle-deep, to the bottom of the 

tankard, a measure of two quarts ; 

II. iii. 56. 

Practice, plotting ; III. iv. 141. 
Precious, used ironically (Quartos 2, 

3, " pernitious"); V. ii. 235. 
Prefer, promote; II. i. 286. 

, show, present; I. iii. 109. 

Prtfcrmcnt, promotion ; I. i. 36. 
Pregnant, probable; II. i. 239. 
Presently, immediately; III. i. 38. 
Pricltd, incited, spurred; III. iii. 

412. 
Probal, probable, reasonable; II. iii. 

344- 
Probation, proof; III. iii. 365. 
Profane, coarse, irreverent; II. i. 

165. 
Profit, profitable lesson ; III. iii. 

379- 
Proof; " make p.," test, make trial ; 

V. i. 26. 
Proper, own ; I. iii. 69. 

, handsome; I. iii. 397. 

Propontic, the Sea of Marmora; III. 

iii. 456. 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



Propose, speak ; I. i. 25. 

Propriety; "from her p.," out of 

herself; II. iii. 176. 
Prosperity, success ; II. i. 287. 
Prosperous, propitious; I. iii. 245. 
Puddled, muddled; III. iv. 143. 
Purse, wrinkle, frown ; III. iii. 113. 
Purse . . . strings ; I. i. 2, 3. Cp. 

illustration. 




From the leaden seal of the Confraternity 
of Purse-makers (Boursiers) of Paris. 

Put on, incite, instigate ; II. iii. 
357- 

Qualification, appeasement; II. i. 
281. 

Qualified, diluted ; II. iii. 41. 

Quality ; • ' very q. ," i.e. very nature ; 
I. iii. 252. 

Quarter ; " in q.," in peace, friend- 
ship ; II. iii. 180. 

Quat, pistule, pimple (used con- 
temptuously); (Quarto i,"gnat''; 
Theobald, " knot," etc.) ; V. i. 11. 

Question, trial and decision by force 
of arms ; I. iii. 23. 

Quests, bodies of searchers; I. ii. 
46. 

Quicken, receive life; III. iii. 277. 

Quillets, quibbles ; III. i. 25. 

Quirks, shallow conceits ; II. i. 63. 

Raised up, awakened; II, iii. 250. 
Rank, coarse; II. i. 314. 



Rank, lustful (? morbid) ; III. iii. 
232. 

Recognizance, token ; V. ii. 214. 

Reconciliation, restoration to favour; 
III. iii. 47. 

Reference, assignment (Quarto 1, 
" reuerence" ; Folios 3, 4, "rever- 
ence"; Johnson conj. "prefer- 
ence ") ; I. iii. 238. 

Regard, view ; II. i. 40. 

Region, part ; IV. i. 84. 

Relume, rekindle; V. ii. 13. 

Remorse, pity, compassion ; III. iii. 

3 6 9- 
Remove, banish; IV. ii. 14. 
Repeals, recalls to favour ; II. iii. 

3 6 3- 
Reprobation, perdition, damnation 

(Folios, " Reprobance"); V. ii. 

209. 
Reserves, keeps ; III. iii. 295. 
Respect, notice; IV. ii. 190. 
Re-stem, retrace ; I. iii. 37. 
Revolt, inconstancy; III. iii. 188. 
Rich, valuable, precious; II. iii. 

195. 
Roman (used ironically) ; IV. i. 121. 
Round, straightforward, plain ; I. 

iii. 90. 
Rouse, bumper, full measure; II. 

iii. 66. 
Rude, harsh ; III. iii. 355. 
Ruffian' d, been boisterous, raged : 

II. i. 7. 

Sadly, sorrowfully ; II. i. 32. 

Safe, sound ; IV. i.' 272. 

Sagittary, a public building in 

Venice ; I. i. 159. 
Salt, lustful; II. i. 245. 
Sans, without ; I. iii. 64. 
'Sblood, a corruption of God's l/lood; 

an oath (the reading of Quarto 

1 ; omitted in others) ; I. i. 4. 
Scant, neglect; I. iii. 268. 
'Scapes, escapes ; I. iii. 136. 
Scattering, random; III. iii. 151. 
Scion, slip, off-shoot (Quartos. "syen "; 

Folios, " Sei/en ") ; I. iii. 337. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Scored me, "made my reckoning, 
settled the term of my life " 
(Johnson, Schmidt ), " branded 
me" (Steevens, Clarke); IV. i. 
129. 

Scorns, expressions of scorn ; IV. i. 
83. 

Seamy side icithout, wrong side out ; 
IV. ii. 146. 

Sect, cutting, scion ; I. iii. 336. 

Secure, free from care ; IV. i. 

Secure me, feel myself secure ; I. iii. 

10. 
Seel, blind (originally a term in 

falconry); I. iii. 270. 
Seeming, appearance, exterior; I. iii. 

109. 

, hypocrisy ; III. iii. 209. 

Segregation, dispersion ; II. i. 10. 
Self-bounty, inherent kindness and 

benevolence ; III. iii. 200. 
Self-charity, charity to one's self 

II. iii. 202. 
Se'nnight's, seven night's, a week's 

II. i. 77. 
Sense, feeling (Quartos, "offence") 

II. iii. 268. 

, "to the s.," i.e. "to the 

quick " ; V. i. n. 
Sequent, successive; I. ii. 41. 
Sequester, sequestration ; III. iv. 
_ 40. 
Sequestration, rupture, divorce ; I. 

iii. 351. 
Shore, did cut ; V. ii. 206. 
Should, could ; III. iv. 23. 
Shreivd, bad, evil ; III. iii. 429. 
Shrift, shriving place, confessional ; 

III. iii. 24. 

Shut up in, confine to ; III. iv. 

121. 
Sibyl, prophetess ; III. iv. 70. 
Siege, rank, place ; I. ii. 22. 
Simplcness, simplicity ; I. iii. 247. 
Sir; ' • p lay the s.,"' play the fine 

gentleman ; 1 1, i. 1 76. 
SUA, since ("Quartos, " since "j ; III. 

iii. 380. 



Skillet, boiler, kettle ; I. iii. 273. 
The accompanying illustration re- 
presents an old sixteenth century 
helmet used as a skillet, which 
was found in dredging the Thames 
near the Tower of London. 




Slight, worthless, frivolous ; II. iii, 

279. 
Slipper, slippery ; II. i. 246. 
Slubber, sully, soil ; I. iii. 227. 
Snipe, simpleton ' Folio 1, " Snpe" ; 

Folio 2, " a Siuaine" ; Folios 3, 

4, " a Siuain " ) ; I. iii. 390. 
Snorting, snoring ; I. i. 90. 
Soft, mild, gentle ; I. iii. 82, 
Soft you, hold ; V. ii. 338. 
Something, somewhat; II. iii. 199. 
Sorry, painful (Quartos, "sullen''; 

Collier MS., "sudden"); III. iv. 

Spaie, said, affirmed (Quarto 3. 

" sj'eabe ") ; V. ii. 327. 
Spartan dov, the dogs of Spartan 

breed were fiercest ; V. ii. 

Spe.il ;" the nose, "the Neapolitans 
have a singularly drawling nasal 
twang in the utterance oi their 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



dialect ; and Shylock tells of 
'when the bagpipe sings i' the 
nose'" (Clarke); (Collier MS., 
" squeak" ; etc.); III. i. 5. 

Speak parrot, talk nonsense; II. iii. 
280. 

Speculative, possessing the power of 
seeing ; I. iii. 271. 

Spend, waste, squander: II. iii. 195. 

Spleen, choler, anger ; IV. i. 89. 

Splinter, secure by splints ; II. iii. 329. 

Squire, fellow (used contemptu- 
ously) ; IV. ii. 145. 

Stand in act, are in action ; I. i. 152. 

Start, startle, rouse; I. i. 101. 

Startingly, abruptly (Folios 3, 4, 

" staringly" ') • III. iv. 79. 

Stay, are waiting for ; IV. ii. 170. 

Stead, benefit, help ; I. iii. 344. 

Still, often, now and again; I. iii. 147. 

Stomach, appetite ; V. ii. 75. 

Stop; " your s.," the impediment you 
can place in my way ; V. ii. 264. 

Stoup, a vessel for holding liquor : 
II. iii. 30. 

Stoiu'd, bestowed, placed ; I. ii. 62. 

Straight, straightway; I. i. 138. 

Strain, urge, press ; III. iii. 250. 

Strangeness, estrangement (Quartos, 
" strangest ") ; III. iii. 12. 

Stra-zf berries ; the accompanying 
engraving is copied from "a piece 
of Elizabethan needlework in 
which the strawberry and pink 
alternate over a ground of fawn- 
coloured silk"; III. iii. 435. 




Stuff 0' the conscience, matter of con- 
science ; I. ii. 2. 

Subdued, made subject ; I. iii. 
251. 

Success, that which follows, conse- 
quence ; III. iii. 222. 

Sudden, quick, hasty ; II. i. 278. 

Sufferance, damage, loss ; II. 1. 

23- 
Sufficiency, ability ; I. iii. 224. 
Sufficient, able; III. iv. 91. 
Suggest, tempt; II. iii. 358. 
Supersubtle, cxcessiwtly crafty (Collier 

MS., " super-supple'' ) ; I. iii. 

3 6 3- 
Siveeting, a term of endearment ; II. 

iii. 252. 
Swelling, inflated ; II. iii. 57. 
Siuord of Spain, Spanish swords were 

celebrated for their excellence; V. 

ii. 253. 

Ta'en order, taken measures; V. ii. 

72- 
Ta'en out, copied ; III. iii. 296. 
Tainting, disparaging ; II. i. 274. 
Take out, copy ; III. iv. 180. 
Take up at the best, make the best of; 

I. iii. 173. 
Talk, talk nonsense; IV. iii. 25. 
Talk me, speak to me; III. iv. 

9Z - , 
Tells o'er, counts; III. iii. 169. 

Theoric, theory ; I. i. 24. 

Thick-lips; used contemptuously for 

"Africans " ; I. i. 66. 
Thin, slight, easily seen through ; I. 

iii. ic8. 
Thread, thread of life ; V. ii. 

206. 
Thrice-driven, •■referring to the 

selection of the feathers by driving 

with a fan, to separate the light 

from the heavy " (Johnson) ; I. 

iii. 232. 
Thrive in, succeed in gaining : I. iii. 

125. 
Time, liie ; I. i. 162. 
Timorous, full of fear ; I. i. 75. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Glossary 



Tire, make tired, weary out ; II. i. 

65. 
Toged, wearing the toga ; I. i. 25. 
Told, struck, counted (Folios 3, 4, 

" toll'd"); II. ii. 11. 
Toy, fancy; III. iv. 156. 
Toys, trifles ; I. iii. 269. 
Trash, worthless thing, dross; II. i. 

311. 
, keep back, hold in check (a 

hunter's term) ; II. i. 311. 
Traverse, march, go on : I. iii. 

378. 
Trimm'd in, dressed in, wearing; I. 

i. 50. 
Turn; " t. thy complexion," change 

colour ; IV. ii. 62. 

Unllest, accursed ; II. iii. 311. 
Unbonr.ttted, without taking off the 

cap, on equal terms; I. ii. 

23. 
Unbookish, ignorant; IV. i. 102. 
Uncapable, incapable ; IV. ii. 232. 
Undertaker ; " his u.," take charge of 

him, dispatch him ; IV. i. 224. 
Unfold, reveal, bring to light ; IV. 

ii. 141. 
Unfolding, communication; I. iii. 

245. 
UnhamLome, unfair; III. iv. 151. 
Unhatch'd, undisclosed; III. iv. 

141. 
Unhoused, homeless, not tied to a 

household and family ; I. ii. 

26. 
Unlace, degrade; II. iii. 194. 
Unperfectness, imperfection ; II. iii. 

298. 
Unprovide, make unprepared; IV. i. 

211. 
Unsure, uncertain; III. iii. 151. 
Unvamish'd, plain, unadorned : I. 

iii. 90. 
Untvitted, deprived of understanding ; 

II. iii. 1X2. 
Upon, incited by, urgid by; 1. i. 

100. 
Use, custom : IV. i 277. 



Uses, manners, habits (Quarto 1, 
"waj-f"); IV. iii. 105. 

Vantage; " to the v.," over and 

above ; IV. iii. 85. 
Vessel, body; IV. ii. 83. 
Vesture, garment ; II. i. 64. 
Violence, bold action ; I. iii. 250. 
Virtuous, having efficacy, powerful ; 

III. iv. 111. 
Voices, votes; I. iii. 261. 
Vouch, assert, maintain ; I. iii. 103, 

106. 

, bear witness; I. iii. 262. 

, testimony ; II. i. 148. 

Wage, venture, attempt, I. iii. 30. 

Watch, watchman ; V. i. 37. 

Watch him, keep him from sleeping ; 
a term in falconry; III. iii. 23. 

Wearing, clothes; IV. iii. 16. 

Well said, well done (Quartos, " well 
sed"); II. i. 168. 

What, who; I. i. 18. 

Wheeling, errant (Quarto 2, " teheed- 
ling"); I. i. 137. 

Whipster, one who whips out his 
sword (used contemptuously) ; V. 
ii. 244. 

White (used with a play upon -white 
and -wight) ; II. i. 134. 

Wholesome, reasonable; III. i. 49. 

Wicker, covered with wicker-work ; 
(Folios, " Ttviggen " ) ; II. iii. 152. 

Wight, person (applied to both 
sexes j ; II. i. 159. 

Wind; "let her down the w.": 
the falconers always let the hawk 
fly against the wind; if she flies 
with the wind behind her she 
seldom returns. If therefore a 
hawk was for any reason to be 
dismissed, she was let doivn the 
-wind, and from that time shifted 
for herself and preyed at fortune'' 
(Johnson) ; III. iii. 262. 

Wind-shaked, wind-shaken ; II. i. 13. 

With, by; II. i. 34. 

Withal, with ; I. iii. 93. 



Glossary 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO 



With all mij heart, used both as a [ Wrench, wrest (Quarto I, " Wring "); 
salutation, and also as a reply to j V. ii. 288. 



a salutation ; IV. 1 220. 

Within door; "speak w. d.," i.e. 
" not so loud as to be heard out- 
side the house"; IV. ii. 144. 

Woman' J, accompanied by a woman ; 
III. iv, 195. 

Worser, worse , I. i. 9$. 



Wretch, a term of endearment ; 

(Theobald, " ivench ") ; III. iii 

90. 
Wrought, worked upon ; V. ii. 345. 

Veri'd, thrust : I. ii. 5. 

Yet, as yet, till now ; III. iii. 432. 




A Turkish Galley (t/. I. iii. 8). 
From an engraving published in 1607. 



THE MOOR OF VENICE 



Notes. 



I. i. 15. Omitted in Folios and Quartos 2, 3. 

I. i. 21. ' A felloiv almost damn' 'd in a fair -wife' ; if this alludes to Bianca. 
the phrase may possibly mean ' very near being married to a most fair 
wife.' Some explain. "A fellow whose ignorance of war would be 
condemned in a fair «'oman." The emendations proposed are unsatis- 
factory, and probably unnecessary. 

I. i. 72. 'changes'; Folios read ' chances.'' 

I. ii. 72-77 ; iii. 16 ; 36 ; 63 ; 118; 123 ; 194 ; omitted in Quarto 1. 

I. ii. 75. ' -weaken motion ' ; Rowe's emendation ; Folios, and Quartos 2, 
3, ' tveaie/is motion'; Pope (Ed. 2, Theobald) ' tveaken notion'; Hanraer, 
' tuaken motion ' ; Keightley, ' ivaiens motion ' ; Anon. conj. in Furness, ' ivaLe 
emotion,' etc. 

I. iii. 67. 'bloody book of latu ' ; "By tlie Venetian law the giving of love- 
potions was highly criminal " (Clarke). 

I. iii. 87. 'feats of broil' ; Capell's emendation; Quarto I, 'feate of 
broile ' ; Folio I. ' Feats of Broiles.' etc. 

I. iii. 107. ' Certain ' ; so Quartos ; Folios, ' ivider.' 

I. iii. 139. ' portance in my' ; so Folios and Quarto 2 ; Quarto 3, ' portence 
in my ' : Quarto 1 , ' -with it all my ' ; Johnson conj. 'portance in't ; my ' ; etc. ; 
'travels' '; the reading of Modern Edd. (Globe Ed.) ; Quartos, ' trauells ' ; 
Pope. ' travel's ' ; Folio 1, ' Traucllours ' ; Folios 2, 3, ' Travellers ' ; Folio 4, 
' Traveller's ' ; Richardson conj. ' travellous ' or •' travailous.' 

I. iii. 159. 'sighs' ; Folios, 'kisses'; Southern MS., 'thanks.' 

I. iii. 250. ' and storm of fortunes ' ; Quarto I, ' and scorne of Fortunes J etc. 

1. iii. 261. ' Let her have your voices'; Dyce's correction; Folios, ' Let 
her have your voice ' ; Quartos read — 

" Your voyces Lords ; beseech you let her will 
Haue a free way,'' 

I. iii. 164-265. ' the young affects In me defunct ' ; Quartos, ' the i/ounvr afects 
In my defunct'; so Folio 1 ; Folios 2, 3, 4 'effects.' The reading of the 
text is the simplest and most plausible emendation of the many pro- 
posed, the words meaning 'the passions of youth which I have now 
outlived ' : 'proper sutis/adion ' = ' my own gratification.' 

I. iii. 330. 'balance'; Folios, 'brain' and ' braine' ; Theobald, 'beat?:.' 



Notes 



TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO, 



I. iii. 354. 'luscious as locusts'; "perhaps so mentioned from being 
placed together with wild honey in St Matthew iii. 4" (Schmidt). 
I. iii. 358. Omitted in Folios. 

I. iii. 384-388. The reading in the text is that of the second and third 
Quartos ; Quarto 1, adds after the words ' I am chang'd' — 

" Goc to. farewell, put money enough in your purse" ; 

omitting ' I'll go sell all my land.'' 

II. i. 39-40; 158; 260 (' didst not mark that f ") ; omitted in Quarto 1. 
II. i. 65. ' tire the ingener ' ; Knight, Steevens conj.; Folio I, ' tyre the 

Ingeniuer' ; Folios 2, 3, 4, 'tire the Ingeniver' ; Quarto I, ' beare all Excel- 
lency' — ; Quartos 2, 3, 'beare an excelency' : — Johnson conj. ' tire the 
ingenious verse ' ; Pope, ' beare all excellency — ' 

II. i. 82. ' And . . . Cyprus ' ; omitted in Folios. 
II. i. 249. ' a devilish knave' ; omitted in Quartos. 

II. i. 258. ' blest pudding ' ; Folios, ' Bless' d pudding' ; omitted in Quartos. 
II. i. 267-268. 'comes the master and main' ; so Folios; Quarto 1 reads 
' comes the maine ' ; Quartos 2,3,' comes Roderigo, the master and the maim.' 
II. i. 279. ' haply may ' ; Quartos read ' haply -with his Trunchen may.' 
II. I. 311. 'poor trash of Venice, luhom I trash ' ; Steevens' emendation ; 
Quarto I, 'poor trash . . . / crush' ; Folios, Quartos 2, 3, 'poor Trash 
. . . I trace'; Theobald, Warburton conj. 'poor hrach . . . I trace'; 
Warburton (later conj.) 'poor brack . . . I cherish.' 
II. iii. 42. 'here,' i.e. in my head. 

II. iii. 92-99. These lines are from an old song called ' Tale thy old cloak 

about thee' to be found in Percy's 
Reliques. 

II. iii. 167. 'sense of place' ; Han- 
mer's emendation of Quartos : Folios, 
'place of sense. 

II. iii. 292. ; transform ourselves into 
beasts.' "This transformation was 
frequently depicted in old satirical 
prints; as in the woodcut here copied 
from the Alusarum Deliciae 1657, re " 
presenting ' the drunken humors ' 
imparting to men the feeling and 
manners of the tiger, the ass, the fox, 
the dog, the ape and the swine,'' 
II. iii. 318. 'some time''; so Quartos; Folios, ' a time'; Grant White, 




THE MOOR OF VENICE Notes 

III. i. 13. 'for love's sake' ; Quarto 1, ' of all hues' 

III. i. 43. ' Florentine,' i.e. ' even a Florentine '; Iago was a Venetian. 

III. i. 52. Omitted in Folios. 

III. iii. 23. ' -watch him tame,' i.e. tame him by keeping him from sleep 
(as was done with hawks). 

III. iii. 106. 'By heaven, he echoes me'; Quarto i, ' By heauen he ecchoes 
me ' ; Folios, ' Alas, thou ecchos't me ' ; Quartos 2, 3, ' -why dost thou ecchoe me.' 

III. iii. 132. ' thy ivorst of thoughts ' ; so Folios, Quarto 2; Quarto 1 
reads ' the -worst of thoughts ' ; Quarto 3, ' thy thoughts ' ; perhaps we should 
read : — 

" As thou dost ntm'nate, give thy worst of thoughts." 

III. iii. 170. 'strongly'; so Quartos; Folios, 'soundly'; Knight, 'fondly.' 

III. iii. 277. ' Desdemona comes'; so Quartos; Folios read ' Looke ivhere 
she comes. 

III. iii. 325; 383-390; 453-460; iv. 8-10; 195-196. Omitted in 
Quarto 1. 

III. iii. 440. ' any that -was hers' ; Malone's emendation ; Quartos, 'any, 
it -was hers'; Folio 1, 'any, it "was hers'; Folios 2, 3, 4, 'tiny, ft -zvas 
hers' ; Anon. conj. ' any 'it' was hers.' 

III. iii. 447. 'thy holloiv cell' ; so Quartos; Folios read ' the holluiu hell'; 
Warburton, ' th' unhalloiu'd cell.' 

III. iii. 456. Steevens compares the following passage in Holland's 
Pliny. — "And the sea Pontus ever more floweth and runneth out from 
Propontes, but the sea never retireth back again within Pontus." 

III. iii. 469. 'business ever'; Quartos, ' -worke so euer' ; Collier, ' luork 
soe'er,' etc. 

111. iv. 47. ' our new heraldry,' (vide Preface). 

III. iv. 65. 'her,' i.e. to my wife (implied in ' -zvive'). 

III. iv. 121. 'shut myself up in,' etc., i.e. ' Confine myself to some other 
course of life, awaiting fortune's charity'; Quarto 1, ' shuote myself- up 
in'; Capell, 'shoot myself upon' ; Rann, ' shape myself upon' ; Collier MS., 
' shift my elj upon. 

III. iv. 151. ' -warrior' ; Hanmer, '-wrangler'; cp. '0 my fair ivarrior' ; 
(II. i. 184;. 

IV. i. 77. ' here o'er-whelnud' ; Quarto I, ' here ere -while, mad.' 

IV. i. 122. {'What, a customer!'); ii. 73-76; iii. 60-63, 87-104; 
omitted in Quarto I . 

IV. i. 137-138. 'and, by this hand, she falls me' ; so Collier; Quarto I 
reads 'by this hand she fiL'; Folios, ' and falls me'; Quartos 2. 3, fair 
me.' 



Notes TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO 

IV. i. 268. * This the nature,'' Pope's reading; Quartos, ' This the noble 
nature' ; Folios, ' Is this the nature.' 

IV. ii. 109. ' least misuse'; Quarto I, 'greatest abuse'; Collier MS., 
' least misdeede. ' 

IV. ii. 170. ' The messengers of Venice stay the meat' ; Knight's reading; 
Folio 1, ' The Messengers of Venice staies the meate' ; Folios 2, 3, 4, ' The 
Messenger of Venice staies the meate ' ; Quarto I, ' And the great Messengers of 
Venice stay ' ; Quartos 2, 3, ' The meate, great Messtngers of Venice stay.' 

IV. iii. 23. 'All's one. Good faith' ; Quarto I, 'All's one good faith' ; 
Quartos 2, 3, ' All's one; good fat her ' ; Folios, ' All's one : good Father.' 

IV. iii. 26. 'Barbara' ; Quartos read ' Barbary'; Folio I, 'Barbaric.' 

IV. iii. 41, etc. ; the original of Desdemona's song is to be found in 
Percy's Reliques under the title of ' A Lover's Complaint, being forsaken of his 
Love' ; where the plaintive lover is a man. 

IV. iii. 41. 'sighing'; Folios, 'singing'; Quarto 3, ' singhing' ; Folio 1, 
(Dev.) ' sining.' 

V. i. 82-83; ii. 82, 185-193, 266-272; omitted in Quarto 1. 

V. i. 105. 'gentlemen,' the reading of Folios ; Quartos, ' Gentleiuoman.' 

V. i. 107. ' if you stare'; so Folios; Quartos 1, 2, 'an you stirre'; 
Quarto 3, ' an you stirr' ; Anon. conj. ' if you stay.' 

V. ii. 7. ' Put out the light, and then put out the light' ; i.e. ' put out the 
light, and then put out the light of life.' The Cambridge Editors give 
some dozen variant methods of punctuating and reading the line, but it 
is perfectly clear as it stands. 

V. ii. 151. 'made mocks ivith love'; " taken advantage to play upon the 
weakness of passion " (Johnson). 

V. ii. 172. ' Disprove this villain ' ; Capell, ' Disprove it, villain.' 

V. ii. 337. 'bring azvay' ; Quartos, 'bring him aivay' ; Collier MS., 
' bring them aivay.' 

V. ii. 347. 'Indian'; Folio 1, ' Iudean' ; Theobald proposed ' Judiatt,' 
adding, " I am satisfied in his Judian he is alluding to Herod, who, in a 
fit of blind jealosie, threw away such a jewel of a wife as Mariamne was 
to him." This interpretation was Warburton's. "This it is," as Cole- 
ridge put it, " for no-poets to comment on the greatest of poets ! To 
make Othello say that he, who had killed his wife, was like Herod 
who had killed Mariamne!" Boswell aptly quotes from Habington's 
Casiara : — 

" So the unskilful Indian those bright gems 
Which might add majesty to diadems, 
' Mong the ivaves scatters. " 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Preface. 

The First Edition. Antony and Cleopatra was first printed in the 
First Folio. It is mentioned among the plays entered by Blount in 1623 
on the Stationers' Registers as " not formerly entered to other men." A 
play on the same subject was registered by the same publisher on May 
20th, 1608 ; it was probably the present drama, but for some reason or 
other no Quarto was issued. 

The text of the play, as printed in the First Folio, was probably 
derived from a carefully written manuscript copy, and is on the whole 
most satisfactory. 

The Date Of Composition. There is almost unanimity among 
scholars in assigning Antony and Cleopatra to 1607-8, i.e. during the year 
preceding the entry referred to above. This date is corroborated by 
internal and external evidence. Particularly striking are the results 
arrived at from the application of the metrical tests. In Antony and 
Cleopatra the poet seems for the first time to have allowed himself the 
freedom of using the unemphatic weak monosyllables at the end of his 
lines— a characteristic peculiar to the plays of the Fourth Period.* The 
rhyme test and the feminine ending test similarly stamp the play as 
belonging to the same late period. + So far as "date" of composition 
is concerned, Antony and Cleopatra links itself, therefore, with Coriolanus 
rather than with Julius Casar, with Macbeth rather than with Hamlet. 
The same is true of its " ethical " relations to these plays. J 

* Antony and Cleopatra numbers 28 "weak endings"; Coriolanus 44, Cymbeline 
52, Winter's Tale 43, Tempest 25, while Macbeth contains but 2 instances, Hamlet 
none ; no play before Antony has more than 2; most of them have none at all. 

t Antony anil Cleopatra and Coriolanus have each 42 rhymes. 

j The spiritual material dealt with by Shakespeare's imagination in the play of Julius 
Casar lay wide apart from that which forms the centre of the Antony and Cleopatra. 
Therefore the poet was not carried directly forward from one to the other. Hut having 
in Macbeth studied the ruin of a nature which gave fair promise in men's eyes ol great- 
ness and nobility, Shakespeare, it may be, proceeded directly to a similar study in the 
case of Antony. 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 



► friends to Antony. 



» friends to Casar. 



Antony, "\ 

Octavius Cjesar, Vtriumvirt. 

Lepidus, J 

Sextus Pompeius. 

Domjtius Enobarbus,* 

Ventidius, 

Eros, 

Scarus, 

Dercetas, 

Demetrius, 

Philo, 

MiECENAS, ■>. 

Agrippa, 

DoLABELLA, 

Proculeius, 
Thyreus, 
Gallus, ■> 
Menas, 

MenecraTes, V friends to Sextus Pompeius. 
Varrius, 
Taurus, lieutenant-general to Casar, 
Canidius, lieutenant-general to Antony. 
Silius, an officer in Ventidius's army. 
Eui'HRONiUS, an ambassador from Antony to Casar. 
Alex as, .. 

Makdian, a eunuch- 
Seleucus, 

DlO.MEDES, 

A Soothsayer. 
A Clown. 



^attendants on Cleopatra, 



Cleopatra, queen of Egypt. 

OcTAVXA, sister to Casar, and ii'ife to Antony. 
CllARMIAN, 

Iras, 



\ attendants on Cleopatra. 



Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. 

Scene: In several parts oj the Roman Empire. 



Antony and Cleopatra. 

ACT FIRST. 
Scene I. 

Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra' *s palace. 

Enter Demetrius and Philo. 

Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's 

O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, 

That o'er the files and musters of the war 

Have glow'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 scuffles of great fights hath burst 

The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, 

And is become the bellows and the fan 

To cool a gipsy's lust. 

Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies ', the train, 
ivith Eunuchs fanning her. 

Look, where they come : ro 
Take but good note, and you shall see in him 
The triple pillar of the world transform'd 
Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see. 
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. 
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. 
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. 
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new 
earth. 

" K 



Act I. Sc. i. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Enter an Attendant. 

Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. 

Ant. Grates me : the sum. 

Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony : 

Fulvia perchance is angry ; or, who knows 20 

If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent 
His powerful mandate to you, ' Do this, or this ; 
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; 
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.' 

Ant. How, my love ! 

Cleo. Perchance ! nay, and most like : 

You must not stay here longer, your dismission 
Is come from Caesar ; therefore hear it, Antony. 
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? 

both ? 
Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, 
Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine 30 
Is Caesar's homager : else so thy cheek pays shame 
When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers ! 

Ant. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch 
Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space. 
Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike 
Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life 
Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing. 
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, 
On pain of punishment, the world to weet 
We stand up peerless. 

Cleo. Excellent falsehood ! 40 

Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ? 
I '11 seem the fool I am not ; Antony 
Will be himself. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. ii. 

Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. 

Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, 
Let 's not confound the time with conference harsh : 
There 's not a minute of our lives should stretch 
Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night ? 

Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. 

Ant. Fie, wrangling queen ! 

Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, 
To weep ; whose every passion fully strives 50 

To make itself, in thee, fair and admired ! 
No messenger but thine ; and all alone 
To-night we '11 wander through the streets and note 
The qualities of people. Come, my queen ; 
Last night you did desire it. Speak, not to us. 

[Exeunt Ant. and Cleo. with their train. 

Dem. Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight ? 

Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, 
He comes too short of that great property 
Which still should go with Antony. 

Dem. I am full sorry 

That he approves the common liar, who 60 

Thus speaks of him at Rome : but I will hope 
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy ! 

[Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

The same. Another room. 

Enter Charmian, Iras, A/exas, and a Soothsayer. 

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing 
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's 
the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? 



Act I. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, 

must charge his horns with garlands ! 
Alex. Soothsayer ! 
Sooth. Your will ? 

Char. Is this the man ? Is 't you, sir, that know things ? 
Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy 

A little I can read. 
Alex. Show him your hand. io 

Enter Enobarbus. 

Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly ; wine enough 
Cleopatra's health to drink. 

Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. 

Sooth. I make not, but foresee. 

Char. Pray then, foresee me one. 

Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. 

Char. He means in flesh. 

Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. 

Char. Wrinkles forbid ! 

Alex. Vex not his prescience ; be attentive. 20 

Char. Hush! 

Sooth. You shall be more beloving than beloved. 

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. 

Alex. Nay, hear him. 

Char. Good now, some excellent fortune ! Let me 
be married 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 me with Octavius Csesar, and companion 
me with my mistress. 30 

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. 

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



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. ii. 

Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune 
Than that which is to approach. 

Char. Then belike my children shall have no names : 
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have ? 

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, 
And fertile every wish, a million. 

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

Alex. You think none but your sheets are privy to 40 
your wishes. 

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. 

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. 

Eno. Mine and most of our fortunes to-night shall be 
— drunk to bed. 

Iras. There 's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. 

Char. E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. 

Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. 

Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog- 
nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, 50 
tell her but a worky-day fortune. 

Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. 

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

Sooth. I have said. 

Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? 

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

Iras. Not in my husband's nose. 

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend ! Alexas, 

— come, his fortune, his fortune ! O, let him 60 
marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I 
beseech thee ! and let her die too, and give him 
a worse ! and let worse follow worse, till the 
worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, 



Act I. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

fifty-fold a cuckold ! Good Isis, hear me this 
prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more 
weight ; good Isis, I beseech thee ! 

Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the 
people ! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a 
handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly 70 
sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded : 
therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune 
him accordingly ! 

Char. Amen. 

Alex. Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me 
a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, 
but they 'Id do 't ! 

Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony. 

Char. Not he j the queen. 

Enter Cleopatra. 

Cleo. Saw you my lord ? 

Eno. No, lady. 80 

Cleo. Was he not here ? 
Char. No, madam. 

Cleo. He was disposed to mirth ; but on the sudden 
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus ! 
Eno. Madam? 

Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where 's Alexas ? 
Alex. Here, at your service. My lord approaches. 
Cleo. We will not look upon him : go with us. \Exeunt. 

Enter Antony ivith a Messenger and Attendants. 

Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. 

Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? 90 

Mess. Ay : 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. ii. 

But soon that war had end, and the time's state 
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Caesar, 
Whose better issue in the war from Italy 
Upon the first encounter drave them. 

Ant. Well, what worst? 

Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. 

Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. On : 

Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus ; 
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, 
I hear him as he flatter'd. 

Mess. Labienus — IOO 

This is stiff news — hath with his Parthian force 
Extended Asia from Euphrates, 
His conquering banner shook from Syria 
To Lydia and to Ionia, 
Whilst— 

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say, — 

Mess. O, my lord ! 

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue : 
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome ; 
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults 
With such full license as both truth and malice IOQ 
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds 
When our quick minds lie still, and our ills told us 
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile. 

Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. 

Ant. From Sicyon, ho, the news ! Speak there ! 

First Att. The man from Sicyon, is there such an one ? 

Sec. Att. He stays upon your will. 

Ant. Let him appear. 

These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, 
Or lose myself in dotage. 



Act I. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Enter another Messenger. 

What are you ? 

Sec. Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. 

Ant. Where died she? 

Sec. Mess. In Sicyon : 1 20 

Her length of sickness, with what else more serious 
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. 

Ant. Forbear me. 

[Exit Sec. Messenger. 
There 's a great spirit gone ! Thus did I desire it : 
What our contempts do often hurl from us, 
We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure, 
By revolution lowering, does become 
The opposite of itself : she 's good, being gone ; 
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. 
I must from this enchanting queen break off: 
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, 130 
My idleness doth hatch. How now ! Enobarbus ! 

Re-enter Enobarbus. 

Eno. What 's your pleasure, sir ? 

Ant. I must with haste from hence. 

Eno. Why then we kill all our women. We see how 
mortal an unkindness is to them ; if they suffer 
our departure, death's the word. 

Ant. I must be gone. 

Em. Under a compelling occasion let women die : 
it were pity to cast them away for nothing ; 
though, between them and a great cause, they 140 
should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catch- 
ing but the least noise of this, dies instantly ; 
I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. ii. 

moment : I do think there is mettle in death, 
which commits some loving act upon her, she 
hath such a celerity in dying. 

Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. 

Eno. Alack, sir, no ; her passions are made of nothing 
but the finest part of pure love : we cannot call 
her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are 150 
greater storms and tempests than almanacs can 
report : this cannot be cunning in her ; if it be, 
she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. 

Ant. Would I had never seen her ! 

Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful 
piece of work ; which not to have been blest 
withal would have discredited your travel. 

Ant. Fulvia is dead. 

Eno. Sir ? 

Ant. Fulvia is dead. 160 

Eno. Fulvia ! 

Ant. Dead. 

Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. 
When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of 
a man from him, it shows 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 Fulvia, then 
had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: 
this grief is crowned with consolation ; your old 170 
smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the 
tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. 

Ant. The business she hath broached in the state 
cannot endure my absence. 

Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot 



Act I. Sc. iii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

be without you ; especially that of Cleopatra's, 
which wholly depends on your abode. 

Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers 
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break 
The cause of our expedience to the queen 180 

And get her leave to part. For not alone 
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, 
Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too 
Of many our contriving friends in Rome 
Petition us at home ; Sextus Pompeius 
Hath given the dare to Caesar and commands 
The empire of the sea : our slippery people, 
Whose love is never link'd to the deserver 
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw 
Pompey the Great and all his dignities 190 

Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, 
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up 
For the main soldier : whose quality, going on, 
The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding, 
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life 
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, 
To such whose place is under us, requires 
Or quick remove from hence. 

E110. I shall do 't. [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

The same. Another room. 

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and A/exas. 

Cleo. Where is he ? 

Char. I did not see him since. 

Cleo. See where he is, who 's with him, what he does : 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. iii. 

I did not send you : if you find him sad, 

Say I am dancing ; if in mirth, report 

That I am sudden sick : quick, and return. 

[Exit Alexas. 
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, 

You do not hold the method to enforce 

The like from him. 
Cleo. What should I do, I do not ? 

Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. 
Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him. io 
Char. Tempt him not so too far ; I wish, forbear : 

In time we hate that which we often fear. 

But here comes Antony. 

Enter Antony. 

Cleo. I am sick and sullen. 

Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose, — 
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian ; I shall fall : 

It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature 

Will not sustain it. 
Ant. Now, my dearest queen, — 

Cleo. Pray you, stand farther from me. 
Ant. What 's the matter ? 

Cleo. 1 know, by that same eye, there 's some good news. 

What says the married woman ? You may go : 20 

Would she had never given you leave to come ! 

Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here, 

I have no power upon you ; hers you are. 
Ant. The gods best know — 
CLo. O, never was there queen 

So mightily betray'd ! yet at the first 

I saw the treasons planted. 



Act I. Sc. iii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Ant. Cleopatra, — 

Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine and true, 
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, 
"Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, 
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, 30 
Which break themselves in swearing ! 

Ant. Most sweet queen, — 

Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, 
But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying, 
Then was the time for words : no going then ; 
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, 
Bliss in our brows' bent, none our parts so poor 
But was a race of heaven : they are so still, 
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, 
Art turn'd the greatest liar. 

Ant. How now, lady ! 

Cleo. I would I had thy inches ; thou shouldst know 40 
There were a heart in Egypt. 

Ant. Hear me, queen : 

The strong necessity of time commands 
Our services awhile ; but my full heart 
Remains in use with you. Our Italy 
Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius 
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome : 
Equality of two domestic powers 

Breed scrupulous faction : the hated, grown to strength, 
Are newly grown to love : the condemn'd Pompey, 
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace 50 

Into the hearts of such as have not thrived 
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten ; 
And quietness grown sick of rest would purge 
By any desperate change. My more particular, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. iii. 

And that which most with you should safe my going, 
Is Fulvia's death. 

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, 
It does from childishness : can Fulvia die ? 

Ant. She 's dead, my queen : 

Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read 60 

The garboils she awaked : at the last, best ; 
See when and where she died. 

Cleo. O most false love ! 

Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill 
With sorrowful water ? Now I see, I see, 
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. 

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know 
The purposes I bear, which are, or cease, 
As you shall give the advice. By the fire 
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence 
Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war 70 

As thou affect'st. 

Cleo. 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 stands 
An honourable trial. 

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. 

I prithee, turn aside and weep for her ; 
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears 
Belong to Egypt : good now, play one scene 
Of excellent dissembling, and let it look 
Like perfect honour. 

Ant. You '11 heat my blood : no more. 80 

Cleo. You can do better yet ; but this is meetly. 



Act I. Sc. iii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Ant. Now, by my sword, — 

Cleo. And target. Still he mends •, 

But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, 
How this Herculean Roman does become 
The carriage of his chafe. 

Ant. I '11 leave you, lady. 

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. 

Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it : 
Sir, you and I have loved, but there 's not it : 
That you know well: something it is I would, — 
O, my oblivion is a very Antony, 90 

And I am all forgotten. 

Ant. But that your royalty 

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you 
For idleness itself. 

Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour 

To bear such idleness so near the heart 
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me, 
Since my becomings kill me when they do not 
Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence ; 
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, 
And all the gods go with you ! Upon your sword 
Sit laurel victory ! and smooth success loo 

Be strew'd before your feet ! 

Ant. Let us go. Come ; 

Our separation so abides and flies, 
That thou residing here go'st yet with me, 
And I hence fleeting here remain with thee. 
Away ! [Exeunt. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. iv. 

Scene IV. 

Rome. Casars house. 

Enter Octavius Casar, reading a letter, Lepidus, 
and their train. 

Cas. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, 
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate 
Our great competitor : from Alexandria 
This is the news : he fishes, drinks and wastes 
The lamps of night in revel : is not more manlike 
Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy 
More womanly than he : hardly gave audience, or 
Vouchsafed to think he had partners : you shall find 

there 
A man who is the abstract of all faults 
That all men follow. 

Lep. I must not think there are lo 

Evils enow to darken all his goodness : 
His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, 
More fiery by night's blackness, hereditary 
Rather than purchased, what he cannot change 
Than what he chooses. 

Cas. You are too indulgent. Let us grant it is not 
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, 
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit 
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave, 
To reel the streets at noon and stand the buffet 20 
With knaves that smell of sweat : say this becomes 

him, — 
As his composure must be rare indeed 
Whom these things cannot blemish, — yet must Antony 
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear 



Act I. Sc. iv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd 
His vacancy with his voluptuousness, 
Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones 
Call on him for 't : but to confound such time 
That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud 
As his own state and ours, 'tis to be chid 20 

As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge, 
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, 
And so rebel to judgement. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Lep. Here 's more news. 

Mess. Thy biddings have been done ; and every hour, 
Most noble Cassar, shalt thou have report 
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea ; 
And it appears he is beloved of those 
That only have fear'd Cassar : to the ports 
The discontents repair, and men's reports 
Give him much wrong'd. 

Cas. I should have known no less : 40 

It had been taught us from the primal state, 
That he which is was wish'd until he were ; 
And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, 
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, 
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, 
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, 
To rot itself with motion. 

Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word, 

Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, 
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound 
With keels of every kind : many hot inroads 5° 

They make in Italy ; the borders maritime 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. iv. 

Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt : 
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon 
Taken as seen ; for Pompey's name strikes more 
Than could his war resisted. 

C<es. Antony, 

Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once 

Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st 

Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel 

Did famine follow ; whom thou fdught'st against, 

Though daintily brought up, with patience more 60 

Than savages could suffer : thou didst drink 

The stale of horses and the gilded puddle 

Which beasts would cough at : thy palate then did deign 

The roughest berry on the rudest hedge ; 

Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, 

The barks of trees thou browsedst. On the Alps 

It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, 

Which some did die to look on : and all this — 

It wounds thine honour that I speak it now — 

Was born so like a soldier that thy cheek 7° 

So much as lank'd not. 

Lep. 'Tis pity of him. 

Ctzs. Let his shames quickly 

Drive him to Rome : 'tis time we twain 
Did show ourselves i' the field ; and to that end 
Assemble we immediate council : Pompey 
Thrives in our idleness. 

Lep. To-morrow, Caesar, 

I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly 
Both what by sea and land I can be able 
To front this present time. 

des. Till which encounter, 



Act I. Sc. v. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

It is my business too. Farewell. 80 

Lep. Farewell, my lord : what you shall know meantime 

Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, 

To let me be partaker. 
Cas. Doubt not, sir ; 

I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. 

Scene V. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. 

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. 

Cleo. Charmian ! 
Char. Madam ? 
Cleo. Ha, ha ! 

Give me to drink mandragora. 
Char. Why, madam ? 

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time 

My Antony is away. 
Char. You think of him too much. 

Cleo. O, 'tis treason ! 

Char. Madam, I trust, not so. 

Cleo. Thou, eunuch Mardian ! 

Mar. What 's your highness' pleasure ? 

Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing ; I take no pleasure 

In aught an eunuch has : 'tis well for thee, 10 

That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts 

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ? 
Mar. Yes, gracious madam. 
Cleo. Indeed ! 
Mar. Not in deed, madam ; for I can do nothing 

But what indeed is honest to be done : 

Yet have I fierce affections, and think 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act I. Sc. v. 

What Venus did with Mars. 
Cleo. O Charmian, 

Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he, or sits 

he? 
Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse ? 20 

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! 
Do bravely, horse ! for wot'st thou whom thou 

movest ? 
The demi- Atlas of this earth, the arm 
And burgonet of men. He 's speaking now, 
Or murmuring, ' Where 's my serpent of old Nile ? ' 
For so he calls me : now I feed myself 
With most delicious poison. Think on me, 
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black 
And wrinkled deep in time ? Broad-fronted Caesar, 
When thou wast here above the ground, I was 30 
A morsel for a monarch : and great Pompey 
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow ; 
There would he anchor his aspect and die 
With looking on his life. 

Enter Alexas. 

Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail ! 

Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! 

Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath 

With his tinct gilded thee. 

How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? 
Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, 

He kiss'd — the last of many doubled kisses — 40 

This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart. 
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. 
Alex. ' Good friend,' quoth he, 



Act I. Sc. v. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

' Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends 

This treasure of an oyster ; at whose foot, 

To mend the petty present, I will piece 

Her opulent throne with kingdoms ; all the east, 

Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded, 

And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, 

Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke 

Was beastly dumb'd by him. 

Cleo. What, was he sad or merry ? 50 

Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes 
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry. 

Cleo. O well divided disposition ! Note him, 

Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man ; but note him : 
He was not sad, for he would shine on those 
That make their looks by his ; he was not merry, 
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay 
In Egypt with his joy ; but between both. 
O heavenly mingle ! Be'st thou sad or merry, 
The violence of either thee becomes, 60 

So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts ? 

Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers : 
Why do you send so thick ? 

Cleo. Who's born that day 

When I forget to send to Antony, 
Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. 
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, 
Ever love Caesar so ? 

Char. O that brave Caesar ! 

Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! 
Say, the brave Antony. 

Char. The valiant Caesar ! 

Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, 70 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. i. 

If thou with Caesar paragon again 

My man of men. 
Char. By your most gracious pardon, 

I sing but after you. 
Cleo. My salad days, 

When I was green in judgement : cold in blood, 

To say as I said then ! But come, away ; 

Get me ink and paper : 

He shall have every day a several greeting, 

Or I '11 unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt. 

ACT SECOND. 
Scene I. 

Messina. Pompey* s bouse. 
Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner. 

Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist 

The deeds of justest men. 
Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, 

That what they do delay, they not deny. 
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays 

The thing we sue for. 
Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, 

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers 

Deny us for our good •, so find we profit 

By losing of our prayers. 
Pom. I shall do well : 

The people love me, and the sea is mine ; 

My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope io 

iSays it will come to the full. Mark Antony 

In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make 



Act II. Sc. i. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

No wars without doors : Caesar gets money where 

He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both, 

Of both is flatter'd, but he neither loves, 

Nor either cares for him. 
Men. Caesar and Lepidus 

Are in the field : a mighty strength they carry. 
Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false. 
Men. From Silvius, sir. 

Pom. He dreams : I know they are in Rome together, 

Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, 20 

Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip ! 

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both ! 

Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, 

Keep his brain fuming ; Epicurean cooks 

Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite ; 

That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour 

Even till a Lethe'd dulness ! 

Enter Varrins. 

How now, Varrius ! 

Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver : 
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome 
Expected : since he went from Egypt 'tis go 

A space for farther travel. 

Pom. I could have given less matter 

A better ear. Menas, I did not think 
This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm 
For such a petty war : his soldiership 
Is twice the other twain : but let us rear 
The higher our opinion, that our stirring 
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck 
The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ii. 

Men. I cannot hope 

Csesar and Antony shall well greet together : 
His wife that 's dead did trespasses to Caesar ; 40 

His brother warr'd upon him 5 although, I think, 
Not moved by Antony. 

Pom. I know not, Menas, 

How lesser enmities may give way to greater. 
Were't not that we stand up against them all, 
'Twere pregnant they should square between them- 
selves ; 
For they have entertained cause enough 
To draw their swords : but how the fear of us 
May cement their divisions and bind up 
The petty difference, we yet not know. 
Be 't as our gods will have 't ! It only stands 50 

Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. 
Come, Menas. [Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

Rome. The house of Leptdus. 
Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus. 

Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, 

And shall become you well, to entreat your captain 

To soft and gentle speech. 
Eno. I shall entreat him 

To answer like himself: if Caesar move him, 

Let Antony look over Casar's head 

And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, 

Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, 

I would not shave 't to-day. 
Lep. 'Tis not a time 



Act II. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

For private stomaching. 
Eno. Every time 

Serves for the matter that is then born in't. lo 

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. 
Eno. Not if the small come first. 
Lep. Your speech is passion : 

But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes 

The noble Antony. 

Enter Antony and Ventidius. 
Eno. And yonder, Caesar. 

Enter Casar, Maecenas, and Agrippa. 

Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia : 
Hark, Ventidius. 

Cas. I do not know, 

Maecenas ; ask Agrippa. 

Lep. Noble friends, 

That which combined us was most great, and let not 

A leaner action rend us. What 's amiss, 

May it be gently heard : when we debate • 20 

Our trivial difference loud, we do commit 

Murder in healing wounds : then, noble partners, 

The rather for I earnestly beseech, 

Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, 

Nor curstness grow to the matter. 

Ant. 'Tis spoken well. 

Were we before our armies and to fight, 
I should do thus. [Flourish. 

Cces. Welcome to Rome. 

Ant. Thank you. 

Cas. Sit. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ii. 

Ant. Sit, sir. 

Cas. Nay, then. 

Ant. I learn, you take things ill which are not so, 
Or being, concern you not. 

Cas. I must be laugh'd at, 30 

If, or for nothing or a little, I 
Should say myself offended, and with you 
Chiefly i' the world ; more laugh'd at, that I should 
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name 
It not concern'd me. 

Ant. My being in Egypt, Csesar, 

What was 't to you ? 

C<zs. No more than my residing here at Rome 

Might be to you in Egypt : yet, if you there 
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt 
Might be my question. 

Ant. How intend you, practised ? 40 

Cas. You may be pleased to catch at mine intent 

By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother 
Made wars upon me, and their contestation 
Was theme for you, you were the word of war. 

Ant. You do mistake your business ; my brother never 
Did urge me in his act : I did inquire it, 
And have my learning from some true reports 
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather 
Discredit my authority with yours, 
And make the wars alike against my stomach, 50 

Having alike your cause ? of this my letters 
Before did satisfy you. If you '11 patch a quarrel, 
As matter whole you have not to make it with, 
It must not be with this. 

Cas. You praise yourself 



Act II. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

By laying defects of judgement to me, but 
You patch'd up your excuses. 

Ant. Not so, not so ; 

I know you could not lack, I am certain on 't, 
Very necessity of this thought, that I, 
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, 
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars 60 
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, 
I would you had her spirit in such another : 
The third o' the world is yours, which with a snaffle 
You may pace easy, but not such a wife. 

Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men 
might go to wars with the women ! 

Ant. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar, 

Made out of her impatience, which not wanted 
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant 
Did you too much disquiet : for that you must 70 
But say, I could not help it. 

Cas. I wrote to you 

When rioting in Alexandria ; you 
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts 
Did gibe my missive out of audience. 

Atit. Sir, 

He fell upon me ere admitted : then 
Three kings I had newly feasted and did want 
Of what I was i' the morning : but next day 
I told him of myself, which was as much 
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow 
Be nothing of our strife •, if we contend, 80 

Out of our question wipe him. 

Cces. You have broken 

The article of your oath, which you shall never 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ii. 

Have tongue to charge me with. 

Lep. Soft, Caesar ! 

Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak : 

The honour is sacred which he talks on now, 
Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Caesar ; 
The article of my oath. 

Ctts. To lend me arms and aid when I required them ; 
The which you both denied. 

Ant. Neglected rather, 

And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up 90 
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, 
I'll play the penitent to you : but mine honesty 
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power 
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, 
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here ; 
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do 
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour 
To stoop in such a case. 

Lep. 'Tis noble spoken. 

M<zc. If it might please you, to enforce no further 

The griefs between ye: to forget them quite loo 

Were to remember that the present need 
Speaks to atone you. 

Lep. Worthily spoken, Maecenas. 

Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the 
instant, you may, when you hear no more 
words of Pompey, return it again : you shall 
have time to wrangle in when you have nothing 
else to do. 

Ant. Thou art a soldier only : speak no more. 

Eno. That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. 

Ant. You wrong this presence ; therefore speak no more. 



Act II. Sc. il ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Eno. Go to, then ; your considerate stone. 1 1 1 

C<es. I do not much dislike the matter, but 

The manner of his speech, for 't cannot be 

We shall remain in friendship, our conditions 

So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew 

What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge 

O' the world I would pursue it. 

Agr. Give me leave, Caesar. 

C#s. Speak, Agrippa. 

Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, 

Admired Octavia : great Mark Antony 120 

Is now a widower. 

C#s. Say not so, Agrippa : 

If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof 
Were well deserved of rashness. 

Ant. I am not married, Caesar : let me hear 
Agrippa further speak. 

Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity, 

To make you brothers and to knit your hearts 

With an unslipping knot, take Antony 

Octavia to his wife ; whose beauty claims 

No worse a husband than the best of men, 130 

Whose virtue and whose general graces speak 

That which none else can utter. By this marriage 

All little jealousies which now seem great, 

And all great fears which now import their dangers, 

Would then be nothing : truths would 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 spoke, 

For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, 

By duty ruminated. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ii. 

Ant. Will Caesar speak ? iao 

C<es. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd 

With what is spoke already. 
Ant. What power is in Agrippa, 

If I would say, ' Agrippa, be it so,' 

To make this good ? 
C<es. The power of Caesar, and 

His power unto Octavia. 
Ant. May I never 

To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, 

Dream of impediment ! Let me have thy hand : 

Further this act of grace ; and from this hour 

The heart of brothers govern in our loves 

And sway out great designs ! 
Gas. There is my hand. 150 

A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother 

Did ever love so 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 sword 'gainst Pompey ; 

For he hath laid strange courtesies and great 

Of late upon me : I must thank him only, 

Lest my remembrance suffer ill report ; 

At heel of that, defy him. 
Lep. Time calls upon 's : 

Of us must Pompey presently be sought, 160 

Or else he seeks out us. 
Ant. Where lies he ? 

Cd-s. About the Mount Misenum. 
Ant. What 's his strength 

By land ? 



Act II. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Cas. Great and increasing : but by sea 

He is an absolute master. 
Ant. So is the fame. 

Would we had spoke together ! Haste we for it : 

Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we 

The business we have talk'd of. 
Cas. With most gladness ; 

And do invite you to my sister's view, 

Whither straight I'll lead you. 
Ant. Let us, Lepidus, 170 

Not lack your company. 
Lep. Noble Antony, 

Not sickness should detain me. 

[Flourish. Exeunt Casar, Antony, and Lepidus. 
Mac. Welcome from Egypt, sir. 
Eno. Half the heart of Csesar, worthy Maecenas ! 

My honourable friend, Agrippa ! 
Agr. Good Enobarbus ! 
Mac. We have cause to be glad that matters are 

so well digested. You stayed well by 't in 

Egypt. 
Eno. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, 180 

And made the night light with drinking. 
Mac. Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, 

and but twelve persons there ; is this true ? 
Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle : we had 

much more monstrous matter of feast, which 

worthily deserved noting. 
Mac. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be 

square to her. 
Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed 

up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. 190 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ii. 

Agr. There she appeared indeed, or my reporter 
devised well for her. 

Em. I will tell you. 

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 
Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; 
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that 
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, 
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke and made 
The water which they beat to follow faster, 
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, 
It beggar'd all description : she did lie 20 1 

In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold of tissue, 
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see 
The fancy outwork nature : on each side her 
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, 
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem 
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, 
And what they undid did. 

Agr. O, rare for Antony ! 

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, 

So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, 210 

And made their bends adornings : at the helm 
A seeming mermaid steers : the silken tackle 
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, 
That yarely frame the office. From the barge 
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense 
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast 
Her people out upon her ; and Antony, 
Enthron'd i' the market-place, did sit alone, 
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, 
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, 220 

And made a gap in nature. 



Act II. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Agr. Rare Egyptian ! 

Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, 
Invited her to supper : she replied, 
It should be better he became her guest, 
Which she entreated : our courteous Antony, 
Whom ne'er the word of ' No ' woman heard speak, 
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast, 
And, for his ordinary, pays his heart 
For what his eyes eat only. 

Agr. Royal wench ! 

She made great Csesar lay his sword to bed : 230 

He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. 

Eno. I saw her once 

Hop forty paces through the public street ; 
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, 
That she did make defect perfection, 
And, breathless, power breathe forth. 

Mac. Now Antony must leave her utterly. 

Eno. Never ; he will not : 

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 

Her infinite variety : other women cloy 

The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry 240 

Where most she satisfies : for vilest things 

Become themselves in her, that the holy priests 

Bless her when she is riggish. 

Mac. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle 
The heart of Antony, Octavia is 
A blessed lottery to him. 

Agr. Let us go. 

Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest 
Whilst you abide here. 

Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. iii. 

Scene III. 

The same. Casars house. 
Enter Antony, Ctesar, Octavia betiveen them, and Attendants. 

Ant. The world and my great office will sometimes 

Divide me from your bosom. 
Octa. All which time 

Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers 

To them for you. 
Ant. Good night, sir. My Octavia, 

Read not my blemishes in the world's report : 

I have not kept my square ; but that to come 

Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. 

Good night, sir. 
Cas. Good night. [Exeunt all but Antony. 

Enter Soothsayer. 

Ant. Now, sirrah, you do wish yourself in Egypt ? 10 

Sooth. "Would I had never come from thence, nor you 
thither ! 

Ant. If you can, your reason ? 

Sooth. I see it in 

My motion, have it not in my tongue : but yet 
Hie you to Egypt again. 

Ant. Say to me, 

Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine ? 

Sooth. Caesar's. 

Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side : 
Thy demon, that thy spirit which keeps thee, is 
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, 20 

Where Caesar's is not ; but near him thy angel 
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd : therefore 



Act II. Sc. iv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Make space enough between you. 
Ant. Speak this no more 

Sooth. To none but thee ; no more but when to thee. 
If thou dost play with him at any game, 
Thou art sure to lose ; and, of that natural luck, 
He beats thee 'gainst the odds : thy lustre thickens, 
When he shines by : I say again, thy spirit 
Is all afraid to govern thee near him, 
But, he away, 'tis noble. 
Ant. Get thee gone : go 

Say to Ventidius I would speak with him. 

[Exit Soothsayer 
He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap, 
He hath spoken true : the very dice obey him, 
And in our sports my better cunning faints 
Under his chance : if we draw lots, he speeds j 
His cocks do win the battle still of mine 
When it is all to nought, and his quails ever 
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt : 
And though I make this marriage for my peace, 
I' the east my pleasure lies. 

Enter Ventidius. 

O, come, Ventidius, 40 
You must to Parthia : your commission 's ready ; 
Follow me, and receive 't. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

The same. A street. 
Enter Lepidus, Maecenas, and Agrippa. 
hep. Trouble yourselves no further : pray you, hasten 
Your generals after. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. v, 

Agr. Sir, Mark Antony 

Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we '11 follow. 
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, 

Which will become you both, farewell. 
Mac. We shall, 

As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount 

Before you, Lepidus. 
Lep. Your way is shorter ; 

My purposes do draw me much about : 

You '11 win two days upon me. 

Mac. ) c- j i 

J- oir, good success ! 

Agr. ) 

Lep. Farewell. [Exeunt, io 

Scene V. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. 

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. 

Cleo. Give me some music j music, moody food 

Of us that trade in love. 
All. The music, ho ! 

Enter Mardian the Eunuch. 

Cleo. Let it alone ; let 's to billiards : come, Charmian. 

Char. My arm is sore : best play with Mardian. 

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd 

As with a woman. Come, you '11 play with me, sir ? 

Mar. As well as I can, madam. 

Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though 't come too 
short, 
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now : 
Give me mine angle ; we'll to the river : there, io 



Act II. Sc. v. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

My music playing far off, I will betray 
Tawny-finn'd fishes ; my bended hook shall pierce 
Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up, 
I '11 think them every one an Antony, 
And say ' Ah, ha ! you 're caught.' 

Char. 'Twas merry when 

You wager'd on your angling ; when your diver 
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he 
With fervency drew up. 

Cleo. That time — O times ! — 

I laugh'd him out of patience, and that night 
I laugh'd him into patience : and next morn, 20 

Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed ; 
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst 
I wore his sword Philippan. 

Enter a Messenger. 

O, from Italy ! 
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, 
That long time have been barren. 

Mess. Madam, madam, — 

Cleo. Antonius dead ! If thou say so, villain, 

Thou kill'st thy mistress : but well and free, 

If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here 

My bluest veins to kiss : a hand that kings 

Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. 30 

Mess. First, madam, he is well. 

Cleo. Why, there 's more gold. 

But, sirrah, mark, we use 
To say the dead are well : bring it to that, 
The gold I give thee will I melt and pour 
Down thy ill-uttering throat. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. v. 

Mess. Good madam, hear me. 

Cleo. Well, go to, I will ; 

But there 's no goodness in thy face : if Antony 
Be free and healthful, — so tart a favour 
To trumpet such good tidings ! If not well, 
Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes, 
Not like a formal man. 

Mess. Will 't please you hear me ? 41 

Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st : 
Yet, if thou say Antony lives, is well, 
Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him, 
I '11 set thee in a shower of gold, and hail 
Rich pearls upon thee. 

Mess. Madam, he's well. 

Cleo. Well said. 

Mess. And friends with Caesar. 

Cleo. Thou 'rt an honest man. 

Mess. Caesar and he are greater friends than ever. 

Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. 

Mess. But yet, madam, — 

Cleo. I do not like * But yet,' it does allay 50 

The good precedence ; fie upon ' But yet ' ! 
' But yet ' is as a gaoler to bring forth 
Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, 
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, 
The good and bad together : he 's friends with Caesar, 
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free. 

Mess. Free, madam ! no ; I made no such report : 
He's bound unto Octavia. 

Cleo. For what good turn ? 

Mess. For the best turn i' the bed. 

Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. 



Act II. Sc. v. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Mess. Madam, he 's married to Octavia. 60 

Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee ! 

[Strikes him down. 

Mess. Good madam, patience. 

Cleo. What say you ? Hence, 

[Strikes him again. 
Horrible villain ! or I '11 spurn thine eyes 
Like balls before me ; I '11 unhair thy head : 

[She hales him up and doivn. 
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, 
Smarting in lingering pickle. 

Mess. Gracious madam, 

I that do bring the news made not the match. 

Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee 

And make thy fortunes proud : the blow thou hadst 
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage, 70 

And I will boot thee with what gift beside 
Thy modesty can beg. 

Mess. He 's married, madam. 

Cleo. Rogue, thou hast lived too long. [Draws a knife. 

Mess. Nay, then I'll run. 

What mean you, madam ? I have made no fault. 

[Exit. 

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: 
The man is innocent. 

Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. 
Melt Egypt into Nile ! and kindly creatures 
Turn all to serpents ! Call the slave again : 
Though I am mad, I will not bite him : call. 80 

Char. He is afeard to come. 

Cleo. I will not hurt him. 

[Exit Charmian. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. v. 

These hands do lack nobility, that they strike 
A meaner than myself; since I myself 
Have given myself the cause. 

Re-enter Gharmian and Messenger. 

Come hither, sir. 
Though it be honest, it is never good 
To bring bad news : give to a gracious message 
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell 
Themselves when they be felt. 

Mess. I have done my duty. 

Cleo. Is he married ? 

I cannot hate thee worser than I do, 90 

If thou again say ' Yes.' 

Mess. He's married, madam. 

Cleo. The gods confound thee ! dost thou hold there still ? 

Mess. Should I lie, madam ? 

Cleo. O, I would thou didst, 

So half my Egypt were submerged and made 
A cistern for scaled snakes ! Go get thee hence : 
Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me 
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married ? 

Mess. I crave your highness' pardon. 

Cleo. He is married ? 

Mess. Take no offence that I would not offend you : 

To punish me for what you make me do 100 

Seems much unequal : he's married to Octavia. 

Cleo. O, that his fault should make a knave of thee, 

That art not what thou 'rt sure of ! Get thee hence : 
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome 
Are all too dear for me : lie they upon thy hand, 
And be undone by 'em ! [Exit Messenger. 



Act II. Sc. vi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Char. Good your highness, patience. 

Cleo. In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar. 

Char. Many times, madam. 

Cleo. I am paid for 't now. 

Lead me from hence ; 

I faint : O Iras, Charmian ! 'tis no matter. no 

Go to the fellow, good Alexas ; bid him 
Report the feature of Octavia, her years, 
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 — Charmian, 
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, 
The other way 's a Mars. [To Mardian] Bid you 

Alexas 
Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian, 
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. 

[Exeunt. 

Scene VI, 

Near Misenum. 

Flourish. Enter Pompey and Menus from one side, ivith drum 
and trumpet : at another, Casar, Antony, Lepidus, Enobarbus, 
Macenas, ivith Soldiers marching. 

Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine ; 

And we shall talk before we fight. 
Cas. Most meet 

That first we come to words ; and therefore have we 

Our written purposes before us sent ; 

Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. vi. 

If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword 
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth 
That else must perish here. 

Pom. To you all three, 

The senators alone of this great world, 
Chief factors for the gods, I do not know 10 

Wherefore my father should revengers want, 
Having a son and friends ; since Julius Caesar, 
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, 
There saw you labouring for him. What was 't 
That moved pale Cassius to conspire, and what 
Made the all-honour'd honest Roman, Brutus, 
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom, 
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 20 
The anger'd ocean foams ; with which I meant 
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome 
Cast on my noble father. 

Cas. Take your time. 

Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails ; 

We '11 speak with thee at sea : at land, thou know'st 
How much we do o'ercount thee. 

Pom. At land indeed 

Thou dost o'ercount me of my father's house : 
But since the cuckoo builds not for himself, 
Remain in't as thou mayst. 

Lcp. Be pleased to tell us — 

For this is from the present — how you take 30 

The offers we have sent you. 

Cas. There 's the point. 

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh 



Act II. Sc. vi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

What it is worth embraced. 

Cas. And what may follow, 

To try a larger fortune. 

Pom. You have made me offer 

Of Sicily, Sardinia ; and I must 
Rid all the sea of pirates ; then, to send 
Measures of wheat to Rome ; this 'greed upon, 
To part with unhack'd edges and bear back 
Our targes undinted. 

Cas. \ 

Ant. \. That 's our offer. 

Lep. ) 

Pom. Know then, 40 

I came before you here a man prepared 
To take this offer : but Mark Antony 
Put me to some impatience : though I lose 
The praise of it by telling, you must know, 
When Caesar and your brother were at blows, 
Your mother came to Sicily and did find 
Her welcome friendly. 

Ant. I have heard it, Pompey, 

And am well studied for a liberal thanks 
Which I do owe you. 

Pom. Let me have your hand : 

I did not think, sir, to have met you here. 50 

Ant. The beds i' the east are soft ; and thanks to you, 
That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither ; 
For I have gain'd by 't. 

Cas. Since I saw you last, 

There is a change upon you. 

Pom. Well, I know not 

What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face ; 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. vi. 

But in my bosom shall she never come, 

To make my heart her vassal. 
Lep. Well met here. 

Pom. I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed : 

I crave our composition may be written 

And seal'd between us. 
C<zs. That 's the next to do. 60 

Pom. We '11 feast each other ere we part, and let 's 

Draw lots who shall begin. 
Ant. That will I, Pompey. 

Pom. No, Antony, take the lot : 

But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery 

Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar 

Grew fat with feasting there. 
Ant. You have heard much. 

Pom. I have fair meanings, sir. 

Ant. And fair words to them. 

Pom. Then so much have I heard : 

And I have heard, Apollodorus carried — 
Eno. No more of that : he did so. 

Pom. What, I pray you ? 70 

Eno. A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress. 
Pom. I know thee now : how farest thou, soldier? 
Eno. Well ; 

And well am like to do, for I perceive 

Four feasts are toward. 
Pom. Let me shake thy hand ; 

I never hated thee : I have seen thee fight, 

When I have envied thy behaviour. 
Eno. Sir, 

I never loved you much, but I ha' praised ye 

When you have well deserved ten times as much 



Act II. Sc. vi ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

As I have said you did. 
Pom. Enjoy thy plainness, 80 

It nothing ill becomes thee. 
Aboard my galley I invite you all : 
Will you lead, lords ? 

C<£S. \ 

Ant. > Show us the way, sir. 

Lep. J 

Pom. Come. 

[-Exeunt all but Menas and Enobarbus. 
Men. [Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have 

made this treaty. — You and I have known, sir. 
Eno. At sea, I think. 
Men. We have, sir. 
Eno. You have done well by water. 
Men. And you by land. 
Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me ; though 90 

it cannot be denied what I have done by land. 
Men. Nor what I have done by water. 
Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety : 

you have been a great thief by sea. 
Men. And you by land. 
Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your 

hand, Menas : if our eyes had authority, here they 

might take two thieves kissing. 
Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands 

are. 1 00 

Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. 
Men. No slander ; they steal hearts. 
Eno. We came hither to fight with you. 
Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drink- 
ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. vi. 

Eno. If he do, sure he cannot weep 't back again. 

Men. You 've said, sir. We looked not for Mark 
Antony here : pray you, is he married to 
Cleopatra ? 

Eno. Caesar's sister is called Octavia. HO 

Men. True, sir ; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. 

Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. 

Men. Pray ye, sir ? 

Eno. 'Tis true. 

Men. Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together. 

Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would 
not prophesy so. 

Men. I think the policy of that purpose made more 
in the marriage than the love of the parties. 

Eno. I think so too. But you shall find, the band 1 20 
that seems to tie their friendship together will 
be the very strangler of their amity : Octavia is 
of a holy, cold and still conversation. 

Men. Who would not have his wife so ? 

Eno. Not he that himself is not so ; which is Mark 
Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again : 
then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up 
in Caesar ; and, as I said before, that which is 
the strength of their amity shall prove the im- 
mediate author of their variance. Antony will 130 
use his affection where it is : he married but his 
occasion here. 

Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you 
aboard ? I have a health for you. 

Eno. I shall take it, sir : we have used our throats in 
Egypt. 

Men. Come, let's away. [Exeunt. 



Act II. Sc. vii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 
Scene VII. 

On board Pompeys galley, off Misemim. 
Music plays. Enter two or three Servants, ivith a banquet. 

First Serv. Here they '11 be, man. Some o' their 
plants are ill-rooted already ; the least wind i' 
the world will blow them down. 

Sec. Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. 

First Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 

Sec. Serv. As they pinch one another by the dis- 
position, he cries out ' No more ' ; reconciles 
them to his entreaty and himself to the drink. 

First Serv. But it raises the greater war between him 

and his discretion. 10 

Sec. Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great 
men's fellowship : I had as lief have a reed that 
will do me no service as a partisan I could not 
heave. 

First Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not 
to be seen to move in 't, are the holes where eyes 
should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. 

A sennet sounded. Enter Gasar, Antony, Lepidus, Pompey, 
Agrippa, Maecenas, Enobarbus, Menus, ivith other captains. 

Ant. [To C<esar~] Thus do they, sir : they take the flow o' 
the Nile 
By certain scales i' the pyramid ; they know, 
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth 20 
Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells, 
The more it promises : as it ebbs, the seedsman 
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, 
And shortly comes to harvest. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. vii. 

Lep. You 've strange serpents there. 

Ant. Ay, Lepidus. 

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your 
mud by the operation of your sun : so is your 
crocodile. 

Ant. They are so. 30 

Pom. Sit, — and some wine ! A health to Lepidus ! 

Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I '11 ne'er 
out. 

Eno. Not till you have slept ; I fear me you '11 be in 
till then. 

Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies 
pyramises are very goodly things ; without con- 
tradiction, I have heard that. 

Men. [Aside to Pom.'] Pompey, a word. 

Pom. [Aside to Men.] Say in mine ear : what is 't ? 

Men. [Aside to Pom.] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, 
captain, 40 

And hear me speak a word. 

Pom. [Aside to Men.] Forbear me till anon. — 

This wine for Lepidus ? 

Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile ? 

Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad 
as it hath breadth : it is just so high as it is, and 
moves with it own organs : it lives by that 
which nourisheth it ; and the elements once out 
of it, it transmigrates. 

Lep. What colour is it of? 

Ant. Of it own colour too. 50 

Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent. 

Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. 

Cas. Will this description satisfy him? 



Act II. Sc. vii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, else he 

is a very epicure. 
Pom. [Aside to Men.] Go hang, sir, hang ! Tell me of 
that ? away ! 

Do as I bid you. — Where 's this cup I call'd for ? 
Men. [Aside to Pom.] If for the sake of merit thou wilt 
hear me, 

Rise from thy stool. 
Pom. [Aside to Men.~\ I think thou 'rt mad. The matter ? 

[Rises, and ivalks aside. 
Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. 60 

Pom. Thou hast served me with much faith. What 's else 
to say? 

Be jolly, lords. 
Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus, 

Keep off them, for you sink. 
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world ? 
Pom. What say'st thou ? 

Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world ? That 's twice. 
Pom. How should that be ? 
Men. But entertain it, 

And, though thou think me poor, I am the man 

Will give thee all the world. 
Pom. Hast thou drunk well ? 

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. 

Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove : 70 

Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips, 

Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. 
Pom. Show me which way. 

Men. These three world-sharers, these competitors, 

Are in thy vessel : let me cut the cable ; 

And, when we are put off, fall to their throats : 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act II. Sc. ml 

All there is thine. 
Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst have done, 

And not have spoke on 't ! In me 'tis villany ; 
In thee 't had been good service. Thou must know 
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour ; 
Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue 80 
Hath so betray'd thine act : being done unknown, 

I should have found it afterwards well done, 
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink. 

Men. [Aside] For this 

I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. 

Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, 

Shall never find it more. 
Pom. This health to Lepidus ! 

Ant. Bear him ashore. I '11 pledge it for him, Pompey. 
Eno. Here 's to thee, Menas ! 

Men. Enobarbus, welcome ! 

Pom. Fill till the cup be hid. po 

Eno. There 's a strong fellow, Menas. 

[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off Lepidus. 
Men. Why? 
Eno. A' bears the third part of the world, man ; 

see'st not ? 
Men. The third part then is drunk : would it were all, 

That it might go on wheels ! 
Eno. Drink thou ; increase the reels. 
Men. Come. 

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. 
Ant. It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho ! 1 00 

Here 's to Casar ! 
Cats. I could well forbear 't. 

It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain 

II N 



Act II. Sc. vii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

And it grows fouler. 
Ant. Be a child o' the time. 

Cms. Possess it, I '11 make answer : 

But I had rather fast from all four days 

Than drink so much in one. 
Eno. [To Antony] Ha, my brave emperor ! 

Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, 

And celebrate our drink ? 
Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. 
Ant. Come, let's all take hands, no 

Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense 

In soft and delicate Lethe. 
Eno. All take hands. 

Make battery to our ears with the loud music : 

The while I '11 place you : then the boy shall sing ; 

The holding every man shall bear as loud 

As his strong sides can volley. 

[Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. 

The Song. 

Come, thou monarch of the vine, 

Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne ! 

In thy fats our cares be drown'd, 

With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd : 120 

Cup us, till the world go round, 

Cup us, till the world go round ! 

Cms. What would you more ? Pompey, good night. 
Good brother, 
Let me request you off: our graver business 
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let 's part ; 
You see we have burnt our cheeks : strong Enobarbe 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. i. 

Is weaker than the wine ; and mine own tongue 

Splits what it speaks : the wild disguise hath almost 

Antick'd us all. What needs more words. Goodnight. 

Good Antony, your hand. 
Pom. I '11 try you on the shore. 

Ant. And shall, sir : give 's your hand. 
Pom. O Antony, 13 1 

You have my father's house, — But, what? we are friends. 

Come, down into the boat. 
Eno. Take heed you fall not. 

[Exeunt all but Enobarbus and Menas. 

Menas, I '11 not on shore. 
Men. No, to my cabin. 

These drums ! these trumpets, flutes! what ! 

Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell 

To these great fellows : sound and be hang'd, sound 
out ! [Sound a flourish^ with drums. 

Eno. Hoo ! says 'a. There 's my cap. 
Men. Hoo ! noble captain, come. [Exeunt. 



ACT THIRD. 
Scene I. 

A plain in Syria. 

Enter Ventidius , as it ivere in triumph, ivith Silius, and other 
Romans, OJfucrs, and soldiers ; the dead body of Pacorus 
borne before him. 

Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck ; and now 
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death 
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body 



Act III. Sc. i. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, 
Pays this for Marcus Crassus. 

Si/. Noble Ventidius. 

Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, 

The fugitive Parthians follow ; spur through Media, 

Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither 

The routed fly : so thy grand captain Antony 

Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and io 

Put garlands on thy head. 

Ven. O Silius, Silius, 

I have done enough : a lower place, note well, 

May make too great an act ; for learn this, Silius, 

Better to leave undone than by our deed 

Acquire too high a fame when him we serve 's away. 

Caesar and Antony have ever won 

More in their officer than person : Sossius, 

One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, 

For quick accumulation of renown, 

Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour. 20 

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can 

Becomes his captain's captain : and ambition, 

The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss 

Than gain which darkens him. 

I could do more to do Antonius good, 

But 'twould offend him, and in his offence 

Should my performance perish. 

5/7. Thou hast, Ventidius, that 

Without the which a soldier and his sword 
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony ? 

Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name, 30 

That magical word of war, we have effected ; 
How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III Sc. ii. 

The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia 

We have jaded out o' the field. 
Si/. Where is he now ? 

Ven. He purposeth to Athens : whither, with what haste 

The weight we must convey with 's will permit, 

We shall appear before him. On, there ; pass along ! 

[Exeunt. 

Scene II, 

Rome. An ante-chamber in Casar's house. 
Enter Agrippa at one door, and Enobarbus at another. 

Agr. What, are the brothers parted ? 

Eno. They have dispatch'd with Pompey ; he is gone ; 
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps 
To part from Rome ; Caesar is sad, and Lepidus 
Since Pompey's feast, as Mena says, is troubled 
With the green sickness. 

Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. 

Eno. A very fine one : O, how he loves Caesar ! 

Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony ! 

Eno. Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. 

Agr. What 's Antony ? The god of Jupiter. IO 

Eno. Spake you of Caesar ? How ! the nonpariel ! 

Agr. O Antony ! O thou Arabian bird ! 

Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say ' Ca-sar ': go no further. 

Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. 

Eno. But he loves Caesar best ; yet he loves Antony : 

Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, 

cannot 
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number — ho ! — 
His love to Antony. But as for Ca'sar, 



Act III. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. 
Agr. Both he loves. 

Etw. They are his shards, and he their beetle. [Trumpet 
ivithinJ] So ; 20 

This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. 
Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. 

Enter Casar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. 

Ant. No further, sir. 

Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; 
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife 
As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band 
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, 
Let not the piece of virtue which is set 
Betwixt us as the cement of our love, 
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter go 

The fortress of it ; for better might we 
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts 
This be not cherish'd. 

Ant. Make me not offended 

In your distrust. 

Cas. I have said. 

Ant. You shall not find, 

Though you be therein curious, the least cause 
For what you seem to fear : so, the gods keep 

you, 
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends ! 
We will here part. 

C#s. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well : 

The elements be kind to thee, and make 40 

Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well. 

Octa. My noble brother ! 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. ii. 

Ant. The April 's in her eyes : it is love's spring, 

And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. 
Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house, and — 
Cas. What, 

Octavia ? 
Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. 
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can 

Her heart inform her tongue, the swan's down- 
feather, 

That stands upon the swell at full of tide 

And neither way inclines. 50 

Eno. [Aside to Agr.] Will Caesar weep ? 
Agr. [Aside to Eno.] He has a cloud in 's face. 

Eno. [Aside to Agr.] He were the worse for that, were he 
a horse ; 

So is he, being a man. 
Agr. [Aside to Eno.] Why, Enobarbus, 

When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, 

He cried almost to roaring ; and he wept 

When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. 
Eno. [Aside to Agr.] That year indeed he was troubled 
with a rheum ; 

What willingly he did confound he wail'd, 

Believe 't, till I wept too. 
Cas. No, sweet Octavia, 

You shall hear from me still ; the time shall not 60 

Out-go my thinking on you. 
Ant. Come, sir, come ; 

I '11 wrestle with you in my strength of love : 

Look, here I have you ; thus I let you go, 

And give you to the gods. 
Cces. Adieu ; be happy ! 



Act III. Sc. iii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light 

To thy fair way ! 
C<es. Farewell, farewell ! [Kisses Octavia. 

Ant. Farewell ! 

[Trumpets sound. Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra s palace. 
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. 
Cleo. Where is the fellow ? 
Alex. Half afeard to come. 

Cleo. Go to, go to. 

Enter Messenger. 
Come hither, sir. 
Alex. Good majesty, 

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you 
But when you are well pleased. 
Cleo. That Herod's head 

I '11 have : but how, when Antony is gone 
Through whom I might command it ? Come thou 
near. 
Mess. Most gracious majesty, — 
Cleo. Didst thou behold 

Octavia ? 
Mess. Ay, dread queen. 

Cleo. Where ? I o 

Aless. Madam, in Rome 

I look'd her in the face, and saw her led 
Between her brother and Mark Antony. 
Cleo. Is she as tall as me ? 
Mess. She is not, madam. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. iii. 

Cleo. Didst hear her speak ? is she shrill-tongued or low ? 
Mess. Madam, I heard her speak ; she is low-voiced. 
Cleo. That 's not so good. He cannot like her long. 
Char. Like her ! O Isis ! 'tis impossible. 
Cleo. I think so, Charmian : dull of tongue and dwarfish. 

What majesty is in her gait ? Remember, 20 

If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. 
Mess. She creeps : 

Her motion and her station are as one ; 

She shows a body rather than a life, 

A statue than a breather. 
Cleo. Is this certain ? 

Mess. Or I have no observance. 
Char. Three in Egypt 

Cannot make better note. 
Cleo. He 's very knowing ; 

I do perceive 't : there's nothing in her yet: 

The fellow has good judgement. 
Char. Excellent. 

Cleo. Guess at her years, I prithee. 
Mess. Madam, 

She was a widow — 
Cleo. Widow ! Charmian, hark. 30 

Mess. And I do think she 's thirty. 

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind ? is 't long or round ? 
Mess. Round even to faultiness. 
Cleo. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so. 

Her hair, what colour ? 
Mess. Brown, madam: and her forehead 

As low as she would wish it. 
Cleo. There \s gold f or thee. 

Thou must not take my former sharpness ill : 



Act III. Sc. iv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

I will employ thee back again ; I find thee 

Most fit for business : go make thee ready ; 40 

Our letters are prepared. \_Exit Messenger. 

Char. A proper man. 

Cleo. Indeed, he is so : I repent me much 

That so I harried him. "Why, methinks, by him, 
This creature's no such thing. 

Char. Nothing, madam. 

Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. 

Char. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend, 
And serving you so long ! 

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian : 
But 'tis no matter ; thou shalt bring him to me 
Where I will write. All may be well enough. 5° 

Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

Athens. A room in Antony s house. 
Enter Antony and Octavia. 

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, 

That were excusable, that and thousands more 

Of semblable import, but he hath waged 

New wars 'gainst Pompey ; made his will, and read it 

To public ear : 

Spoke scantly of me : when perforce he could not 

But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly 

He vented them ; most narrow measure lent me ; 

When the best hint was given him, he not took 't, 

Or did it from his teeth. 

Octa. O my good lord, 10 

Believe not all ; or, if you must believe, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. iv. 

Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, 

If this division chance, ne'er stood between, 

Praying for both parts : 

The good gods will mock me presently, 

When I shall pray, ' O, bless my lord and husband ! ' 

Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, 

' O, bless my brother ! ' Husband win, win brother, 

Prays, and destroys the prayer ; no midway 

'Twixt these extremes at all. 

Ant. Gentle Octavia, 20 

Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks 
Best to preserve it ; if I lose mine honour, 
I lose myself: better I were not yours 
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, 
Yourself shall go between 's : the mean time, lady, 
I '11 raise the preparation of a war 
Shall stain your brother : make your soonest haste ; 
So your desires are yours. 

Oct a. Thanks to my lord. 

The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, 
Your reconciler ! Wars 'twixt you twain would be 
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men 31 
Should solder up the rift. 

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, 

Turn your displeasure that way ; for our faults 
Can never be so equal, that your love 
Can equally move with them. Provide your going ; 
Choose your own company, and command what cost 
Your heart has mind to. [Exeunt. 



Act III. Sc. v. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Scene V. 

The same. Another room. 
Enter Rnobarbus and Eros, meeting. 

Eno. How now, friend Eros ! 

Eros. There 's strange news come, sir. 

Eno. What, man ? 

Eros. Cassar and Lepidus have made wars upon 
Pompey. 

Eno. This is old : what is the success ? 

Eros. Cassar, having made use of him in the wars 
'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality ; 
would not let him partake in the glory of the 
action : and not resting here, accuses him of 10 
letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey ; upon 
his own appeal, seizes him : so the poor third is 
up, till death enlarge his confine. 

Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more ; 
And throw between them all the food thou hast, 
They '11 grind the one the other. Where 's Antony ? 

Eros. He's walking in the garden — thus ; and spurns 

The rush that lies before him ; cries ' Fool Lepidus ! ' 
And threats the throat of that his officer 
That murder'd Pompey. 

Eno. Our great navy \s rigg'd. 20 

Eros. For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius ; 
My lord desires you presently : my news 
I might have told hereafter. 

Eno. 'Twill be naught : 

But let it be. Bring me to Antony. 

Eros. Come, sir. [Exeunt. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. vi. 
Scene VI. 

Rome. Casars house. 
Enter Casar, Agrippa, and Macenas. 

Cas. Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more, 
In Alexandria: here's the manner oft: 
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd 
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold 
Were publicly enthroned : at the feet sat 
Ca?sarion, whom they call my father's son, 
And all the unlawful issue that their lust 
Since then hath made between them. Unto her 
He gave the stablishment of Egypt \ made her 
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, IO 

Absolute queen. 

Mac. This in the public eye ? 

Cas. I' the common show-place, where they exercise. 
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings : 
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, 
He gave to Alexander ; to Ptolemy he assign'd 
Syria, Cilicia and Phoenicia : she 
In the habiliments of the .goddess Isis 
That day appear'd, and oft before gave audience, 
As 'tis reported, so. 

Mac. Let Rome be thus 

Inform'd. 

Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence 20 

Already, will their good thoughts call from him. 

Cas. The people know it, and have now received 
His accusations. 

Agr. Who does he accuse ? 

Cas. Caesar : and that, having in Sicily 



Act III. Sc, vi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him 

His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me 

Some shipping unrestored : lastly, he frets 

That Lepidus of the triumvirate 

Should be deposed ; and, being, that we detain 

All his revenue. 
Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd. 30 

Cas. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. 

I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel ; 

That he his high authority abused 

And did deserve his change : for what I have con- 
quer'd, 

I grant him part ; but then, in his Armenia 

And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I 

Demand the like. 
Mac. He '11 never yield to that. 

Cas. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. 

Etiter Octavia, iv'ith her train. 

Octa. Hail, Cxsar, and my lord ! hail, most dear Caesar ! 

Cas. That ever I should call thee castaway ! 40 

Octa. You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause. 

Cas. Why have you stol'n upon us thus ? You come not 
Like Cassar's sister : the wife of Antony 
Should have an army for an usher, and 
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach 
Long ere she did appear ; the trees by the way 
Should have borne men ; and expectation fainted, 
Longing for what it had not ; nay, the dust 
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, 
Raised by your populous troops : but you are come 
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented 5 1 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. vi. 

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, 

Is often left unloved : we should have met you 

By sea and land, supplying every stage 

With an augmented greeting. 
Octa. Good my lord, 

To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it 

On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony, 

Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted 

My grieved ear withal ; whereon, I begg'd 

His pardon for return. 
C<es. Which soon he granted, 60 

Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. 
Octa. Do not say so, my lord. 
Cas. I have eyes upon him, 

And his affairs come to me on the wind. 

Where is he now ? 
Octa. My lord, in Athens. 

Cas. No, my most wronged sister ; Cleopatra 

Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire 

Up to a whore ; who now are levying 

The kings o' the earth for war : he hath assembled 

Bocchus, the king of Libya ; Archelaus, 

Of Cappadocia ; Philadelphos, king 7° 

Of Paphlagonia ; the Thracian king, Adallas ; 

King Malchus of Arabia ; King of Pont ; 

Herod of Jewry ; Mithridates, king 

Of Comagene ; Polemon and Amyntas, 

The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, 

With a more larger list of sceptres. 
Octa. Ay me, most wretched, 

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends 

That do afflict each other ! 



Act III. Sc. vil ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Cas. Welcome hither : 

Your letters did withhold our breaking forth, 
Till we perceived both how you were wrong led 80 
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart : 
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives 
O'er your content these strong necessities ; 
But let determined things to destiny 
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome ; 
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused 
Beyond the mark of thought : and the high gods, 
To do you justice, make them ministers 
Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort ; 
And ever welcome to us. 

Agr. Welcome, lady. 90 

Mac. Welcome, dear madam. 

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you : 
Only the adulterous Antony, most large 
In his abominations, turns you off; 
And gives his potent regiment to a trull, 
That noises it against us. 

Octa. Is it so, sir ? 

Cas. Most certain. Sister, welcome : pray you, 
Be ever known to patience : my dear'st sister ! 

[Exeunt. 

Scene VII. 

Near Actium. Antony s camp. 

Enter Cleopatra and Knobarbus. 

Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. 

Eno. But why, why, why ? 

Cleo. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. vii. 

And say'st it is not fit. 

Eno. Well, is it, is it ? 

Cleo. If not denounced against us, why should not we 
Be there in person ? 

Eno. [Aside] Well, I could reply : 

If we should serve with horse and mares together, 
The horse were merely lost ; the mares would bear 
A soldier and his horse. 

Cleo. What is't you say ? io 

Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony ; 

Take from his heart, take from his brain, from 's time, 
What should not then be spared. He is already 
Traduced for levity ; and 'tis said in Rome 
That Photinus, an eunuch and your maids 
Manage this war. 

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot 

That speak against us ! A charge we bear i' the war, 
And, as the president of my kingdom, will 
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it ; 
I will not stay behind. 

Eno. Nay, I have done. 20 

Here comes the emperor. 

Enter Antony and Canidius. 

Ant. Is it not strange, Canidius, 

That from Tarentum and Brundusium 
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, 
And take in Toryne ? You have heard on 't, sweet ? 

Cleo. Celerity is never more admired 
Than by the negligent. 

Ant. A good rebuke, 

Which might have well becomed the best of men, 



Act III. Sc. vii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we 
Will fight with him by sea. 

Cleo. By sea : what else ? 

Can. Why will my lord do so? 

Ant. For that he dares us to 't. 30 

Eno. So hath my lord dared him to single fight. 

Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, 

Where Caesar fought with Pompey : but these offers, 
Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off, 
And so should you. 

Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd, 

Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people 
Ingross'd by swift impress ; in Caesar's fleet 
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought : 
Their ships are yare, yours heavy : no disgrace 
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, 40 

Being prepared for land. 

Ant. By sea, by sea. 

Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away 
The absolute soldiership you have by land, 
Distract your army, which doth most consist 
Of war-mark'd footmen, leave unexecuted 
Your own renowned knowledge, quite forgo 
The way which promises assurance, and 
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard 
From firm security. 

Ant. I '11 fight at sea. 

Cleo. I have sixty sails, Caesar none better. 50 

Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn ; 

And, with the rest full-mann'd,from the head of Actium 
Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail, 
We then can do 't at land. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. vii. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Thy business ? 
Mess. The news is true, my lord ; he is descried ; 

Caesar has taken Toryne. 
Ant. Can he be there in person ? 'tis impossible ; 
Strange that his power should be. Canidius, 
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, 
And our twelve thousand horse. We '11 to our ship : 
Away, my Thetis ! 

Enter a Soldier. 
How now, worthy soldier ? 
Sold. O noble emperor, do not fight by sea; 6 1 

Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt 

This sword and these my wounds ? Let the Egyptians 

And the Phoenicians go a-ducking : we 

Have used to conquer, standing on the earth 

And fighting foot to foot. 
Ant. Well, well : away ! 

[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. 
Sold. By Hercules, I think I am i' the right. 
Can. Soldier, thou art : but his whole action grows 

Not in the power on 't : so our leader's led, 70 

And we are women's men. 
Sold. You keep by land 

The legions and the horse whole, do you not ? 
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius, 

Publicola and Cselius, are for sea : 

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's 

Carries beyond belief. 
Sold. While he was yet in Rome, 

His power went out in such distractions as 



ActIII.Sc.viii.-ix. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Beguiled all spies. 
Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? 

Sold. They say, one Taurus. 
Can. Well I know the man. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Mess. The emperor calls Canidius. 80 

Can. With news the time 's with labour, and throes forth 
Each minute some. [Exeunt. 

Scene VIII. 

A plain near Actium. 
Enter Ctesar, Taurus, with his army, marching. 

C<es. Taurus ! 

Taur. My lord ? 

Cas. Strike not by land ; keep whole : provoke not battle, 
Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed 
The prescript of this scroll : our fortune lies 
Upon this jump. [Exeunt. 

Scene IX. 

Another part of the plain. 

Enter Antony and Enobarbus. 

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill, 
In eye of Caesar's battle ; from which place 
We may the number of the ships behold, 
And so proceed accordingly. [Exeunt. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. x. 
Scene X. 

Another part of the plain. 

Enter Canidius, marching with his land army one ivay ; and 
Taurus, the lieutenant of Gtesar, ivith his army, the other 
ivay. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fght. 

Alarum. Enter Enobarbus. 

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught ! I can behold no longer ! 
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, 
With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder : 
To see 't mine eyes are blasted. 

Enter Scarus. 

Scar. Gods and goddesses, 

All the whole synod of them ! 

Eno. What 's thy passion ? 

Scar. The greater cantle of the world is lost 

With very ignorance ; we have kiss'd away 
Kingdoms and provinces. 

Em. How appears the fight ? 

Scar. On our side like the token'd pestilence, 9 

Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt — 
Whom leprosy o'ertake ! — i' the midst o' the fight, 
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, 
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, — 
The breese upon her, like a cow in June ! — 
Hoists sails and flies. 

Eno. That I beheld : 

Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not 
Endure a further view. 

Scar. She once being loof'd, 



Act III. Sc. xi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, 
Claps on his sea-wing, and like a doting mallard, 20 
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her : 
I never saw an action of such shame ; 
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before 
Did violate so itself. 
Eno. Alack, alack ! 

Enter Canidius. 
Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, 

And sinks most lamentably. Had our general 

Been what he knew himself, it had gone well : 

O, he has given example for our flight 

Most grossly by his own ! 
Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts ? Why then good night 

Indeed. 30 

Can. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. 
Scar. 'Tis easy to't ; and there I will attend 

What further comes. 
Can. To Caesar will I render 

My legions and my horse : six kings already 

Show me the way of yielding. 
Eno. I '11 yet follow 

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason 

Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. 

Scene XI. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra s palace. 
Enter Antony ivith Attendants. 
Ant. Hark ! the land bids me tread no more upon 't ; 
It is ashamed to bear me. Friends, come hither : 
I am so lated in the world that I 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xi. 

Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship 
Laden with gold ; take that, divide it ; fly, 
And make your peace with Caesar. 

All. Fly ! not we. 

Ant. I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards 

To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone ; 

I have myself resolved upon a course 

Which has no need of you ; be gone : 10 

My treasure 's in the harbour, take it. O, 

I follow'd that I blush to look upon : 

My very hairs do mutiny, for the white 

Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them 

For fear and doting. Friends, be gone : you shall 

Have letters from me to some friends that will 

Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, 

Nor make replies of loathness : take the hint 

Which my despair proclaims ; let that be left 

Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway : 20 

I will possess you of that ship and treasure. 

Leave me, I pray, a little : pray you now : 

Nay, do so ; for indeed I have lost command, 

Therefore I pray you : I '11 see you by and by. 

[Sits down. 

Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Iras ; Eros following. 

Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him. 

Iras. Do, most dear queen. 

Char. Do ! why, what else ? 

Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno ! 

Ant. No, no, no, no, no. 

Eros. See you here, sir? 30 

Ant. O He, fie, fie ! 



Act III. Sc. xi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Char. Madam ! 

Iras. Madam, O good empress ! 

Eros. Sir, sir ! 

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes ; he at Philippi kept 

His sword e'en like a dancer ; while I struck 

The lean and wrinkled Cassius ; and 'twas I 

That the mad Brutus ended : he alone 

Dealt on lieutenantry and no practice had 

In the brave squares of war : yet now — No matter. 

Cleo. Ah ! stand by. 41 

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. 

Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him : 
He is unqualified with very shame. 

Cleo. Well then, sustain me : O ! 

Eros. Most noble sir, arise ; the queen approaches : 

Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but 
Your comfort makes the rescue. 

Ant. I have offended reputation, 
A most unnoble swerving. 

Eros. Sir, the queen. 50 

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt ? See, 
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes 
By looking back what I have left behind 
Stroy'd in dishonour. 

Cleo. O my lord, my lord, 

Forgive my fearful sails ! I little thought 
You would have follow'd. 

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well 

My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, 
And thou shouldst tow me after : o'er my spirit 
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that 
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods 60 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xii. 

Command me. 

Cleo. O, my pardon ! 

Ant. Now I must 

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge 
And palter in the shifts of lowness ; who 
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased, 
Making and marring fortunes. You did know 
How much you were my conqueror, and that 
My sword, made weak by my affection, would 
Obey it on all cause. 

Cleo. Pardon, pardon 

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say ; one of them rates 

All that is won and lost : give me a kiss ; Jo 

£ven this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster ; 
Is he come back ? Love, I am full of lead. 
Some wine, within there, and our viands ! Fortune 

knows 
We scorn her most when most she offers blows. 

[Exeunt. 

Scene XII. 

Egypt. Casar s camp. 
Enter Casar, Dolabella, Thyreus, ivith others. 

C&s. Let him appear that 's come from Antony. 

Know you him ? 
Dol. Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster : 

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither 

He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, 

Which had superfluous kings for messengers 

Not many moons gone by. 



Act III. Sc. xii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Enter Euphronius, ambassador from Antony. 

Cas. Approach, and speak. 

Euph. 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 sea. 

Cas. Be 't so: declare thine office. 10 

Euph. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and 

Requires to live in Egypt : which not granted, 
He lessens his requests, and to thee sues 
To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, 
A private man in Athens : this for him. 
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness ; 
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves 
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, 
Now hazarded to thy grace. 

Cas. For Antony, 

I have no ears to his request. The queen 20 

Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she 
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, 
Or take his life there : this if she perform, 
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. 

Euph. Fortune pursue thee ! 

Cas. Bring him through the bands. 

[Exit Euphronius. 
[To Thyreus] To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time : 

dispatch ; 
From Antony win Cleopatra : promise, 
And in our name, what she requires ; add more, 
From thine invention, offers : women are not 29 

In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xiii. 

The ne'er-touch'd vestal : try thy cunning, Thyreus ; 

Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we 

"Will answer as a law. 
Thyr. Caesar, I go. 

Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, 

And what thou think'st his very action speaks 

In every power that moves. 
Thyr. Caesar, I shall. [Exeunt. 

Scene XIII. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. 
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus , Charmian, and Iras. 

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus ? 

Eno. Think, and die. 

Cleo. 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 several ranges 

Frighted each other, why should he follow ? 

The itch of his affection should not then 

Have nick'd his captainship ; at such a point, 

When half to half the world opposed, he being 

The mered question : 'twas a shame no less io 

Than was his loss, to course your flying flags 

And leave his navy gazing. 

Cleo. Prithee, peace. 

Enter Antony, ivitb Euphronius the Ambassador. 

Ant. Is that his answer ? 

Euph. Ay, my lord. 

Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she 



Act III. Sc. xiii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Will yield us up. 

Euph. He says so. 

Ant. Let her know 't. 

To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, 
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim 
With principalities. 

Cleo. That head, my lord ? 

Ant. To him again : tell him he wears the rose 20 

Of youth upon him, from which the world should 

note 
Something particular : his coin, ships, legions, 
May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail 
Under the service of a child as soon 
As i' the command of Caesar : I dare him therefore 
To lay his gay comparisons apart 
And answer me declined, sword against sword, 
Ourselves alone. I '11 write it : follow me. 

[Exeunt Antony and Euphron'ius. 

Eno. [Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will 
Unstate his happiness and be staged to the show 30 
Against a sworder ! I see men's judgements are 
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward 
Do draw the inward quality after them, 
To suffer all alike. That he should dream, 
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will 
Answer his emptiness ! Caesar, thou hast subdued 
His judgement too. 

Enter an Attendant. 

Att. A messenger from Caesar. 

Cleo. What, no more ceremony ? See, my women, 
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xiii. 

That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. 40 

[Exit Attend. 
Eno. [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square. 
The loyalty well held to fools does make 
Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure 
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord 
Does conquer him that did his master conquer, 
And earns a place i' the story. 

Enter Thyreus. 

Cleo. Caesar's will ? 

Thyr. Hear it apart. 

Cleo. None but friends : say boldly. 

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. 
Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has, 

Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master 50 

Will leap to be his friend : for us, you know, 

Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar's. 
Thyr. So. 

Thus then, thou most renown'd : Caesar entreats 

Not to consider in what case thou stand'st 

Further than he is Caesar. 
Cleo. Go on : right royal. 

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony 

As you did love, but as you fear'd him. 
Cleo. O ! 

Thyr. The scars upon your honour therefore he 

Does pity as constrained blemishes, 

Not as deserved. 
Cleo. He is a god and knows 60 

What is most right : mine honour was not yielded, 

But conquer'd merely. 



Act III. Sc. xiii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Eno. [Aside] To be sure of that, 

I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky 

That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for 

Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit. 

Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar 

What you require of him ? for he partly begs 
To be desired to give. It much would please him, 
That of his fortunes you should make a staff 
To lean upon : but it would warm his spirits, 
To hear from me you had left Antony, 70 

And put yourself under his shrowd, 
The universal landlord. 

Cleo. What 's your name ? 

Thyr. My name is Thyreus. 

Cleo. Most kind messenger, 

Say to great Caesar this : in deputation 
I kiss his conquering hand : tell him, I am prompt 
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel : 
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear 
The doom of Egypt. 

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. 

Wisdom and fortune combating together, 
If that the former dare but what it can, 80 

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay 
My duty on your hand. 

Cleo. Your Caesar's father oft, 

When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, 
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, 
As it rain'd kisses. 

[Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus. 
Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders ! 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xiii. 

What art thou, fellow ? 
Thyr. One that but performs 

The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest 

To have command obey'd. 
Eno. [Aside] You will be whipp'd. 

Ant. Approach, there ! Ah, you kite ! Now, gods and 
devils ! 

Authority melts from me : of late, when I cried ' Ho ! ' 

Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, 91 

And cry ' Your will ? ' Have you no ears ? 

I am Antony yet. 

Enter Attendants. 

Take hence this Jack, and whip him. 

Eno. [Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp 
Than with an old one dying. 

Ant. Moon and stars ! 

Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries 

That do acknowledge Csesar, should I find them 

So saucy with the hand of she here, — what's her 

name, 
Since she was Cleopatra ? Whip him, fellows, 
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, 100 

And whine aloud for mercy : take him hence. 

Thyr. Mark Antony, — 

Ant. Tug him away : being whipp'd, 

Bring him again : this Jack of Caesar's shall 
Bear us an errand to him. 

[Exeunt Attendants, nvith Thyreus. 
You were half blasted ere I knew you : ha ! 
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, 
Forborne the getting of a lawful race, 



Act III. Sc. xiii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

And by a gem of women, to be abused 
By one that looks on feeders ? 

Cleo. Good my lord, — 

Atit. You have been a boggier ever: Ho 

But when we in our viciousness grow hard — 
O misery on't ! — the wise gods seel our eyes ; 
In our own filth drop our clear judgements ; make us 
Adore our errors ; laugh at 's while we strut 
To our confusion. 

Cleo. O, is 't come to this ? 

Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon 

Dead Caesar's trencher ; nay, you were a fragment 
Of Cneius Pompey's ; besides what hotter hours, 
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have 
Luxuriously pick'd out : for I am sure, 120 

Though you can guess what temperance should be, 
You know not what it is. 

Cleo. Wherefore is this ? 

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards 

And say ' God quit you ! ' be familiar with 

My playfellow, your hand, this kingly seal 

And plighter of high hearts ! O, that I were 

Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar 

The horned herd ! for I have savage cause ; 

And to proclaim it civilly, were like 

A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank 130 

For being yare about him. 

Re-enter Attendants, ivith Thyreus. 

Is he whipp'd ? 
First Ati. Soundly my lord. 
Ant. Cried he ? and begg'd he pardon ? 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act III. Sc. xiii. 

First Att. He did ask favour. 

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent 

Thou wast not made his daughter ; and be thou sorry 

To follow Caesar in his triumph, since 

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him : henceforth 

The white hand of a lady fever thee, 

Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Caesar, 

Tell him thy entertainment : look thou say 140 

He makes me angry with him ; for he seems 

Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, 

Not what he knew I was : he makes me angry ; 

And at this time most easy 'tis to do't, 

When my good stars that were my former guides 

Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires 

Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike 

My speech and what is done, tell him he has 

Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom 

He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, 150 

As he shall like, to quit me : urge it thou : 

Hence with thy stripes, begone ! [Exit Thyreus. 

Cleo. Have you done yet ? 

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon 

Is now eclipsed, and it portends alone 
The fall of Antony. 

Cleo. I must stay his time. 

Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes 
With one that ties his points ? 

Cleo. Not know me yet ? 

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me ? 

Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, 

From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, 

And poison it in the source, and the first stone 160 
ii P 



Act III. Sc. xiii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Drop in my neck : as it determines, so 
Dissolve my life ! The next Caesarion smite ! 
Till by degrees the memory of my womb, 
Together with my brave Egyptians all, 
By the discandying of this pelleted storm 
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile 
Have buried them for prey ! 

Ant. I am satisfied. 

Caesar sits down in Alexandria, where 
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land 
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too 170 

Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like. 
Where hast thou been, my heart ? Dost thou hear, 

lady ? 
If from the field I shall return once more 
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood ; 
I and my sword will earn our chronicle : 
There 's hope in 't yet. 

Cleo. That 's my brave lord ! 

Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, 
And fight maliciously : for when mine hours 
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives 180 

Of me for jests ; but now I '11 set my teeth, 
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come, 
Let's have one other gaudy night : call to me 
All my sad captains ; fill our bowls once more : 
Let 's mock the midnight bell. 

Cleo. It is my birth-day : 

I had thought to have held it poor, but since my lord 
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. 

Ant. We will yet do well. 

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. i. 

Ant. Do so, we '11 speak to them ; and to-night I '11 force 
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my 
queen; 191 

There 's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight 
I '11 make death love me, for I will contend 
Even with his pestilent scythe. 

\Exeunt all but Enobarbus. 

Etio. Now he '11 outstare the lightning. To be furious 
Is to be frighted out of fear ; and in that mood 
The dove will peck the estridge j and I see still, 
A diminution in our captain's brain 
Restores his heart : when valour preys on reason, 
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek 200 

Some way to leave him. [Exit. 

ACT FOURTH. 
Scene I. 

Before Alexafidria. Cesar's camp. 

Enter Casar, Agrippa, and Macenas, ivith his army : 
Caesar reading a letter. 

Cas. He calls me boy, and chides as he had power 
To beat me out of Egypt ; my messenger 
He hath whipp'd with rods ; dares me to personal 

combat, 
Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know 
I have many other ways to die, meantime 
Laugh at his challenge. 

Mac. Cccsar must think, 

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted 
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now 



Act IV. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Make boot of his distraction. Never anger 
Made good guard for itself. 
C<es. Let our best heads io 

Know that to-morrow the last of many battles 
We mean to fight. Within our files there are, 
Of those that served Mark Antony but late, 
Enough to fetch him in. See it done : 
And feast the army ; we have store to do 't, 
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony ! 

\Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra s palace. 

Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus , Charmian, Iras, 
Alex as, ivith others. 
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius ? 
Eno. No. 

Ant. Why should he not ? 
Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, 

He is twenty men to one. 
Ant. To-morrow, soldier, 

By sea and land I'll fight : or I will live, 

Or bathe my dying honour in the blood 

Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well ? 
Eno. I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.' 
Ant. Well said ; come on. 

Call forth my household servants : let 's to-night 

Be bounteous at our meal. 

Enter three or four Servitors. 

Give me thy hand, io 

Thou hast been rightly honest ; — so hast thou ; — 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. ii. 

Thou, — and thou, — and thou : you have served me 

well, 
And kings have been your fellows. 

Cleo. [Aside to Ew.~\ What means this ? 

Eno. [Aside to Cleo.~\ 'Tis one of those odd tricks which 
sorrow shoots 
Out of the mind. 

Ant. And thou art honest too. 

I wish I could be made so many men, 
And all of you clapp'd up together in 
An Antony, that I might do you service 
So good as you have done. 

Serv. The gods forbid ! 

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night : 20 

Scant not my cups, and make as much of me 
As when mine empire was your fellow too 
And suffer'd my command. 

Cleo. [Aside to Eno.] What does he mean ? 

Eno. [Aside to Cleo.] To make his followers weep. 

Ant. Tend me to-night ; 

May be it is the period of your duty : 
Haply you shall not see me more ; or if, 
A mangled shadow : perchance to-morrow 
You'll serve another master. I look on you 
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, 
I turn you not away ; but, like a master 30 

Married to your good service, stay till death : 
Tend me to-night two hours, 1 ask no more, 
And the gods yield you for 't ! 

Eno. What mean you, sir, 

To give them this discomfort ? Look, they weep, 
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed : for shame, 



Act IV. Sc. iii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Transform us not to women. 
Ant. Ho, ho, ho ! 

Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! 
Grace grow where those drops fall ! My hearty 

friends, 
You take me in too dolorous a sense ; 
For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire 

you 40 

To burn this night with torches : know, my hearts, 
I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you 
Where rather I '11 expect victorious life 
Than death and honour. Let 's to supper, come, 
And drown consideration. [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

The same. Before the palace. 

Enter tivo Soldiers to their guard. 

First Sold. Brother, good night : to-morrow is the day. 
Sec. Sold. It will determine one way : fare you well. 

Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? 
First Sold. Nothing. What news ? 

Sec. Sold. Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you. 
First Sold. Well, sir, good night. 

Enter tivo other Soldiers. 

Sec. Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 

Third Sold. And you. Good night, good night. 

[They place themselves in every corner of the stage. 
Fourth Sold. Here we : and if to-morrow 

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope 10 

Our landmen will stand up. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. iv. 

Third Sold. 'Tis a brave army, 

And full of purpose. 

[Music of hautboys as under the stage. 
Fourth Sold. Peace ! what noise ? 

First Sold. List, list ! 

Sec. Sold. Hark ! 

First Sold. Music i' the air. 

Third Sold. Under the earth. 

Fourth Sold. It signs well, does it not ? 
Third Sold. No. 

First Sold. Peace, I say ! 

What should this mean ? 
Sec. Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved, 

Now leaves him. 
First Sold. Walk ; let 's see if other watchmen 

Do hear what we do. 
Sec. Sold. How now, masters ! 
All. [Speaking together] How now ! How now ! Do you 

hear this ? 
First Sold. Ay ; is 't not strange ? 20 

Third Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear ? 
First Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter ; 

Let's see how it will give off. 
All. Content. 'Tis strange. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

The same. A room in the palace. 

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Charmian and others attending. 

Ant. Eros ! mine armour, Eros ! 

Cleo. Sleep a little. 

Ant. No, my chuck. Llros, come; mine armour, Eros ! 



Act IV. Sc. iv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Enter Eros ivith armour. 

Come, good fellow, put mine iron on : 

If fortune be not ours to-day, it is 

Because we brave her : come. 
Cleo. Nay, I '11 help too. 

What 's this for ? 
Ant. Ah, let be, let be ! thou art 

The armourer of my heart : false, false ; this, this. 
Cleo. Sooth, la, I '11 help : thus it must be. 
Ant. Well, well ; 

We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow ? 

Go put on thy defences. 
Eros. Briefly, sir. io 

Cleo. Is not this buckled well ? 
Ant. Rarely, rarely : 

He that unbuckles this, till we do please 

To dafT't for our repose, shall hear a storm. 

Thou fumblest, Eros j and my queen 's a squire 

More tight at this than thou : dispatch. O love, 

That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st 

The royal occupation ! thou shouldst see 

A workman in 't. 

Enter an armed Soldier. 

Good morrow to thee ; welcome : 
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge : 
To business that we love we rise betime, 20 

And go to 't with delight. 
Sold. A thousand, sir, 

Early though 't be, have on their riveted trim, 

And at the port expect you. [Shut. Trumpets flourish. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc v. 

Enter Captains and Soldiers. 

Capt. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general. 

All. Good morrow, general. 

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads : 

This morning, like the spirit of a youth 
That means to be of note, begins betimes. 
So, so ; come, give me that : this way j well said. 
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me : 
This is a soldier's kiss : rebukeable 30 

And worthy shameful check it were, to stand 
On more mechanic compliment ; I '11 leave thee 
Now like a man of steel. You that will fight, 
Follow me close ; I '11 bring you to 't. Adieu. 

[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Captains, and Soldiers. 

Char. Please you, retire to your chamber. 

Cleo. Lead me. 

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cxsar might 

Determine this great war in single fight ! 

Then Antony — but now — Well, on. [Exeunt. 

Scene V. 

Alexandria. Antony's camp. 

Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros ; a Soldier 
meeting them. 
Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony ! 
Ant. Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd 

To make me fight at land ! 
Sold. Hadst thou done so, 

The kings that have revolted and the soldier 

That has this morning left thee would have still 

Follow'd thy heels. 



Act IV. Sc. vi. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Ant. Who 's gone this morning ? 

Sold. Who ! 

One ever near thee : call for Enobarbus, 
He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar's camp 
Say ' I am none of thine.' 

Ant. What say'st thou ? 

Sold. Sir, 

He is with Caesar. 

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure 10 

He has not with him. 

Ant. Is he gone ? 

Sold. Most certain. 

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after ; do it ; 
Detain no jot, I charge thee : write to him — 
I will subscribe — gentle adieus and greetings ; 
Say that I wish he never find more cause 
To change a master. O, my fortunes have 
Corrupted honest men ! Dispatch. Enobarbus ! 

[Exeunt. 

Scene VI. 

Alexandria. Casar s camp. 

Flourish. Enter Casar ivith Agrippa, Enobarbus, 

and others. 

Cas. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight : 

Our will is Antony be took alive ; 

Make it so known. 
Agr. Caesar, I shall. [Exit. 

Cas. The time of universal peace is near : 

Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world 

Shall bear the olive freely. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. vi. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Mess. Antony 

Is come into the field. 

Cxs. Go charge Agrippa 

Plant those that have revolted in the van, 
That Antony may seem to spend his fury io 

Upon himself. \Exennt all but Enobarbus. 

Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry 
On affairs of Antony ; there did persuade 
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar 
And leave his master Antony : for this pains 
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest 
That fell away have entertainment, but 
No honourable trust. I have done ill ; 
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely 
That I will joy no more. 

Enter a Soldier of Casars. 

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony 20 

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with 
His bounty overplus : the messenger 
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now 
Unloading of his mules. 

Eno. I give it you. 

Sold. Mock not, Enobarbus : 

1 tell you true : best you safed the bringer 
Out of the host •, I must attend mine office, 
Or would have done 't myself. Your emperor 
Continues still a Jove. [Exit. 

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, 30 

And feel I am so most. O Antony, 
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid 



Act IV. Sc. vii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

My better service, when my turpitude 

Thou dost so crown with gold ! This blows my heart : 

If swift thought break, it not, a swifter mean 

Shall outstrike thought : but thought will do't, I feel. 

I fight against thee ! No : I will go seek 

Some ditch wherein to die ; the foul'st best fits 

My latter part of life. [Exit. 

Scene VII. 

Field of battle between the camps. 
Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others. 
Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far : 
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression 
Exceeds what we expected. \_Exeunt. 

Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus ivounded. 
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed ! 

Had we done so at first, we had droven them home 

With clouts about their heads. 
Ant. Thou bleed'st apace. 

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, 

But now 'tis made an H. [Retreat afar off. 

Aftt. They do retire. 

Scar. We '11 beat 'em into bench-holes : I have yet 

Room for six scotches more. 10 

Enter Eros. 
Eros. They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves 

For a fair victory. 
Scar. Let us score their backs 

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind : 

'Tis sport to maul a runner. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. viii. 

Ant. I will reward thee 

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold 
For thy good valour. Come thee on. 

Scar. I '11 halt after. [Exeunt. 

Scene VIII. 

Under the ivalls of Alexandria. 

Alarum. Enter Antony, in a march ; Scar us, ivith others. 

Ant. We have beat him to his camp : run one before, 

And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow, 
Before the sun shall see 's, we '11 spill the blood 
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all ; 
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought 
Not as you served the cause, but as't had been 
Each man 's like mine ; you have shown all Hectors. 
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, 
Tell them your feats ; whilst they with joyful tears 
Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss 
The honour'd gashes whole. [To Seams'] Give me 
thy hand ; II 

Enter Cleopatra, attended. 

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, 
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world, 
Chain mine arm'd neck ; leap thou, attire and all, 
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there 
Ride on the pants triumphing ! 

Cleo. Lord of lords ! 

O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from 
The world's great snare uncaught ? 

Ant. My nightingale, 



Act IV. Sc. ix. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ! 

though grey- 
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet 
ha' we 20 

A brain that nourishes our nerves and can 
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man ; 
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand : 
Kiss it, my warrior : he hath fought to-day 
As if a god in hate of mankind had 
Destroy'd in such a shape. 

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, 

An armour all of gold ; it was a king's. 

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled 

Like holy Phcebus' car. Give me thy hand : 

Through Alexandria make a jolly march ; 30 

Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them : 

Had our great palace the capacity 

To camp this host, we all would sup together 

And drink carouses to the next day's fate, 

Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, 

With brazen din blast you the city's ear ; 

Make mingle with our rattling tabourines \ 

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, 

Applauding our approach. [Exeunt. 

Scene IX 

Cesar's camp. 

Sentinels at their post. 

First Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour, 

We must return to the court of guard : the night 
Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. ix. 

By the second hour i' the morn. 
Sec. Sold. This last day was 

A shrewd one to 's. 

Enter Enobarbus. 

Eno. O, bear me witness, night, — 

Third Sold. What man is this ? 

Sec. Sold. Stand close, and list him. 

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, 

When men revolted shall upon record 

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did 

Before thy face repent ! 
First Sold. Enobarbus ! 

Third Sold. Peace ! IO 

Hark further. 
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, 

The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, 

That life, a very rebel to my will, 

May hang no longer on me : throw my heart 

Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; 

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, 

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, 

Nobler than my revolt is infamous, 

Forgive me in thine own particular, 20 

But let the world rank me in register 

A master-leaver and a fugitive : 

O Antony ! O Antony ! [Dies. 

Sec. Sold. Let 's speak to him. 

First Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks 

May concern Ca\sar. 
Third Sold. Let 's do so. But he sleeps. 

First Sold. Swoons rather ; for so bad a prayer as his 



Act IV. Sc. xii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Do we shake hands. All come to this ? The hearts 
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave 21 

Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets 
On blossoming Cassar ; and this pine is bark'd, 
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am. 
O this false soul 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 gipsy hath at fast and loose 
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. 
What, Eros, Eros ! 

Enter Cleopatra. 

Ah, thou spell ! Avaunt ! go 

Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love ? 
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, 

And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee, 

And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians : 

Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot 

Of all thy sex : most monster-like, be shown 

For poor'st diminutives, for doits ; and let 

Patient Octavia plough thy visage up 

With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra. 

'Tis well thou 'rt gone, 
If it be well to live ; but better 'twere 40 

Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death 
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho ! 
The shirt of Nessus is upon me : teach me, 
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage : 
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon, 
And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. xiii. 

Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die : 
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall 
Under this plot : she dies for 't. Eros, ho ! [Exit. 

Scene XIII. 

Alexandria. Cleopatra's pa/ace. 
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. 

Cleo. Help me, my women ! O, he is more mad 

Than Telamon for his shield ; the boar of Thessaly 
Was never so emboss'd. 

Char. To the monument ! 

There lock, yourself, and send him word you are dead. 
The soul and body rive not more in parting 
Than greatness going off. 

Cleo. To the monument ! 

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself ; 
Say that the last I spoke was ' Antony,' 
And word it, prithee, piteously : hence, Mardian, 
And bring me how he takes my death. To the 
monument ! [Exeunt, io 

Scene XIV. 

The same. Another room. 
Enter Antony and Eros. 

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me ? 

Eros. Ay, noble lord. 

Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish, 
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, 
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, 
A forked mountain, or blue promontory 



Act IV. Sc. xiv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world 

And mock our eyes with air : thou hast seen these 

signs ; 
They are black vesper's pageants. 

Eros. Ay, my lord. 

Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought 

The rack dislimns and makes it indistinct 10 

As water is in water. 

Eros. It does, my lord. 

Ant. My good knave Eros, now thy captain is 
Even such a body : here I am Antony, 
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. 
I made these wars for Egypt ; and the queen — 
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine, 
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't 
A million moe, now lost, — she, Eros, has 
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory 
Unto an enemy's triumph. 20 

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros ; there is left us 
Ourselves to end ourselves. 

Enter Mardian. 

O, thy vile lady ! 

She has robb'd me of my sword. 
Mar. No, Antony ; 

My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled 

With thine entirely. 
Ant. Hence, saucy eunuch ; peace ! 

She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. 
Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once, 

And that she has discharged : what thou wouldst do 

Is done unto thy hand : the last she spake 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. xiv. 

Was ' Antony ! most noble Antony ! ' 30 

Then in the midst a tearing groan did break 
The name of Antony ; it was divided 
Between her heart and lips : she render'd life, 
Thy name so buried in her. 

Ant. Dead then ? 

Mar. Dead. 

Atit. Unarm, Eros ; the long day's task is done, 

And we must sleep. [To Alar.] That thou depart'st 

hence safe, 
Does pay thy labour richly ; go. [Exit Mardian. 

Off, pluck off: 
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep 
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides ! 
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, 40 

Crack thy frail case ! Apace, Eros, apace ! 
No more a soldier. Bruised pieces, go ; 
You have been nobly borne. From me awhile. 

[Exit Eros. 
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and 
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now 
All length is torture: since the torch is out, 
Lie down and stray no farther : now all labour 
Mars what it does ; yea, very force entangles 
Itself with strength : seal then, and all is done. 
Eros ! — I come, my queen. Eros ! — Stay for me : 50 
Where souls do couch on flowers, we '11 hand in 

hand, 
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts 

gaze : 
Dido arid her /Eneas shall want troops, 
And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros ! 



Act IV. Sc. xiv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Re-enter Eros. 

Eros. What would my lord ? 

Ant. Since Cleopatra died 

I have lived in such dishonour that the gods 
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword 
Quarter' d the world, and o'er green Neptune's back 
With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack 
The courage of a woman ; less noble mind 60 

Than she which by her death our Caesar tells 
' I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros, 
That, when the exigent should come — which now 
Is come indeed — when I should see behind me 
The inevitable prosecution of 
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, 
Thou then wouldst kill me : do 't ; the time is come : 
Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st. 
Put colour in thy cheek. 

Eros. The gods withhold me ! 

Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, 70 

Though enemy, lost aim and could not ? 

Ant. Eros, 

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and see 
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down 
His corrigible neck, his face subdued 
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat 
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded 
His baseness that ensued ? 

Eros. I would not see 't. 

Ant. Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured. 
Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn 
Most useful for thy country. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc. xiv. 

Eros. O, sir, pardon me ! 80 

Ant. When I did make thee free, sworest thou not 
then 

To do this when I bade thee ? Do it at once ; 

Or thy precedent services are all 

But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come. 
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance, 

Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. 
Ant. Lo thee ! [Turning from him. 

Eros. My sword is drawn. 
Ant. Then let it do at once 

The thing why thou hast drawn it. 
Eros. My dear master, 

My captain, and my emperor, let me say, 90 

Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell. 
Ant. 'Tis said, man ; and farewell. 
Eros. Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now ? 
Ant. Now, Eros. 

Eros. Why, there then : thus I do escape the sorrow 

Of Antony's death. [Kills himself. 

Ant. Thrice-nobler than myself! 

Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what 

I should and thou couldst not. My queen and 
Eros 

Have by their brave instruction got upon me 

A nobleness in record : but I will be 

A bridegroom in my death, and run into't 100 

As to a lover's bed. Come then ; and, Eros, 

Thy master dies thy scholar : to do thus 

[Falling on his sword. 

I learn'd of thee. How ! not dead ? not dead ? 

The guard, ho ! O, dispatch me ! 



Act IV. Sc. xiv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Enter Dercetas and Guard. 

First Guard. What 's the noise ? 

Ant. I have done my work ill, friends : O, make an end 

Of what I have begun. 
Sec. Guard. The star is fall'n. 

First Guard. And time is at his period. 
All. Alas, and woe ! 

Ant. Let him that loves me strike me dead. 
First Guard. Not I. 

Sec. Guard. Nor I. 

Third Guard. Nor any one. [Exeunt Guard. 1 1 o 

Der. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. 

This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings, 

Shall enter me with him. 

Enter Diomedes. 

Dio. Where 's Antony ? 

Der There, Diomed, there. 

Dio. Lives he ? 

Wilt thou not answer, man ? [Exit Dercetas. 

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed ? Draw thy sword, and 
give me 

Sufficing strokes for death. 
Dio. Most absolute lord, 

My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. 
Ant. When did she send thee ? 
Dio. Now, my lord. 

Ant. Where is she ? 

Dio. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying 
fear 1 20 

Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw — 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act IV. Sc xv. 

Which never shall be found — you did suspect 
She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage 
Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead ; 
But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent 
Me to proclaim the truth ; and I am come, 
I dread, too late. 

Ant. Too late, good Diomed : call my guard, I prithee. 

Dio. What, ho, the emperor's guard ! The guard, what, 
ho! 
Come, your lord calls. 1 30 

Enter four or Jive of the Guard of Antony. 

Ant. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides ; 
'Tis the last service that I shall command you. 

First Guard. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear 
All your true followers out. 

All. Most heavy day ! 

Ant. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate 
To grace it with your sorrows : bid that welcome 
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it 
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up : 
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends, 139 
And have my thanks for all. [Exeunt, bearing Antony. 

Scene XV. 

The same. A monument. 

Enter Cleopatra, and her maids aloft, with Charmian, 
and Iras. 

Cleo. O Charmian, I will never go from hence. 

Char. Be comforted, dear madam. 

Cleo. No, 1 will not : 



Act IV. Sc. xv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

All strange and terrible events are welcome, 
But comforts we despise ; our size of sorrow, 
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great 
As that which makes it. 

Enter, below, Diomedes. 

How now ! is he dead ? 
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead. 

Look out o' the other side your monument ; 
His guard have brought him thither. 

Enter, below, Antony, borne by the Guard. 

Cleo. O sun, 

Burn the great sphere thou movest in ! darkling stand 

The varying shore o' the world. O Antony, 1 1 

Antony, Antony ! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help ; 

Help, friends below ; let 's draw him hither. 
Ant. Peace ! 

Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, 

But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself. 
Cleo. So it should be, that none but Antony 

Should conquer Antony ; but woe 'tis so ! 
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only 

I here importune death awhile, until 

Of many thousand kisses the poor last 20 

I lay upon thy lips. 
Cleo. I dare not, dear, 

Dear my lord, pardon, I dare not, 

Lest I be taken : not the imperious show 

Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall 

Be brooch'd with me ; if knife, drugs, serpents, have 

Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe : 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA A ct IV. Sc. xv. 

Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes 
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour 
Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony, — 
Help me, my women, — we must draw thee up ; 30 
Assist, good friends. 

Ant. O, quick, or I am gone. 

Cleo. Here 's sport indeed ! How heavy weighs my lord ! 
Our strength is all gone into heaviness ; 
That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, 
The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up 
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little — 
Wishers were ever fools — O, come, come, come ; 

[ They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra. 
And welcome, welcome ! die where thou hast lived : 
Quicken with kissing : had my lips that power, 
Thus would I wear them out. 

All. A heavy sight ! 40 

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying : 

Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. 

Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high, 

That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, 
Provoked by my offence. 

Ant. One word, sweet queen : 

Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O ! 

Cleo. They do not go together. 

Ant. Gentle, hear me : 

None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. 

Cleo. My resolution and my hands I'll trust; 

None about Caesar. 50 

Ant. The miserable change now at my end 

Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts 
In feeding them with those my former fortunes 



Act IV. Sc. xv. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world, 
The noblest, and do now not basely die, 
Not cowardly put off my helmet to 
My countryman, a Roman by a Roman 
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going ; 
I can no more. 

Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die ? 

Hast thou no care of me ? shall I abide 60 

In this dull world, which in thy absence is 
No better than a sty ? O, see, my women, 

[Antony dies. 
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord ! 
O, wither'd is the garland of the war, 
The soldier'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. [Faints. 

Char. O, quietness, lady ! 

Iras. She 's dead too, our sovereign. 

Char. Lady ! 

Iras. Madam ! 

Char. O madam, madam, madam ! 

Iras. Royal Egypt, 70 

Empress ! 

Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! 

Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded 
By such poor passion as the maid that milks 
And does the meanest chares. It were for me 
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods, 
To tell them that this world did equal theirs 
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All 's but naught ; 
Patience is sottish, and impatience does 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. i. 

Become a dog that 's mad : then is it sin 80 

To rush into the secret house 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 spent, it 's out ! Good sirs, take heart : 

We '11 bury him ; and then, what 's brave, what 's noble, 

Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion, 

And make death proud to take us. Come, away : 

This case of that huge spirit now is cold : 

Ah, women, women ! Come ; we have no friend 90 

But resolution and the briefest end. 

\_Exeutit : those above bearing off Antony s body. 

ACT FIFTH. 
Scene I. 

Alexandria. Casars camp. 

Enter Casar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Maecenas, Gallus, 
Proadeius, and others, his council ofivar. 

Cxs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield ; 

Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks 

The pauses that he makes. 
Dol. Cccsar, I shall. [Exit. 

Enter Dercetas, luith the siuord of Antony. 

Cas. Wherefore is that ? and what art thou that darest 
Appear thus to us ? 

Der. I am call'd Dercetas ; 

Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy 
Best to be served : whilst he stood up and spoke, 



Act V. Sc. i. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

He was my master, and I wore my life 

To spend upon his haters. If thou please 

To take me to thee, as I was to him io 

I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, 

I yield thee up my life. 

Cas. What is't thou say'st. 

Der. I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead. 

Cas. The breaking of so great a thing should make 
A greater crack : the round world 
Should have shook lions into civil streets, 
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony 
Is not a single doom ; in the name lay 
A moiety of the world. 

Der. He is dead, Caesar ; 

Not by a public minister of justice, 20 

Nor by a hired knife ; but that self hand, 

Which writ his honour in the acts it did, 

Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, 

Splitted the heart. This is his sword j 

I robb'd his wound of it ; behold it stain'd 

With his most noble blood. 

Cas. Look you sad, friends ? 

The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings 
To wash the eyes of kings. 

Agr. And strange it is 

That nature must compel us to lament 
Our most persisted deeds. 

Mac. His taints and honours 30 

Waged equal with him. 

Agr. A rarer spirit never 

Did steer humanity : but you, gods, will give us 
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. i. 

Mac, When such a spacious mirror 's set before him, 
He needs must see himself. 

C<ts. O Antony ! 

I have follow'd thee to this. But we do lance 

Diseases in our bodies : I must perforce 

Have shown to thee such a declining day, 

Or look on thine ; we could not stall together 

In the whole world : but yet let me lament, 40 

With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, 

That thou, my brother, my competitor 

In top of all design, 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 stars 

Unreconciliable should divide 

Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends, — 

Enter an Egyptian. 

But I will tell you at some meeter season : 

The business of this man looks out of him ; 50 

We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? 
Egyp. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, 

Confined in all she has, her monument, 

Of thy intents desires instruction, 

That she preparedly may frame herself 

To the way she 's forced to. 
Cas. Bid her have good heart : 

She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, 

How honourable and how kindly we 

Determine for her; for Cocsar cannot live 

To be ungentle. 
Egyp. So the gods preserve thee ! [Exit. 60 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Cas. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, 

We purpose her no shame : give her what comforts 

The quality of her passion shall require, 

Lest in her greatness by some mortal stroke 

She do defeat us ; for her life in Rome 

Would be eternal in our triumph : go, 

And with your speediest bring us what she says 

And how you find of her. 

Pro. Ca?sar, I shall. [Exit. 

Cas. Gallus, go you along. [Exit Gallus'] Where's Dolabella, 
To second Proculeius ? 

All. Dolabella ! 70 

Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now 

How he 's employ'd : he shall in time be ready. 

Go with me to my tent ; where you shall see 

How hardly I was drawn into this war ; 

How calm and gentle I proceeded still 

In all my writings : go with me, and see 

What I can show in this. [Exeunt. 

Scene II, 

Alexandria. The monument. 

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras. 

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make 

A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar ; 

Not being Fortune, he 's but Fortune's knave, 

A minister of her will : and it is great 

To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; 

Which shackles accidents and bolts up change ; 

Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug, 

The beggar's nurse and Caesar's. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

Enter, to the gates of the monument, Proculeius, Gallus, 
and Soldiers. 

Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt, 

And bids thee study on what fair demands 10 

Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. 

Cleo. What 's thy name ? 

Pro. My name is Proculeius. 

Cleo. Antony 

Did tell me of you, bade me trust you, but 

I do not greatly care to be deceived, 

That have no use for trusting. If your master 

Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, 

That majesty, to keep decorum, must 

No less beg than a kingdom : if he please 

To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son, 

He gives me so much of mine own as I 20 

Will kneel to him with thanks. 

Pro. Be of good cheer ; 

You 're fall'n into a princely hand ; fear nothing : 
Make your full reference freely to my lord, 
Who is so full of grace that it flows over 
On all that need. Let me report to him 
Your sweet dependency, and you shall find 
A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness, 
Where he for grace is kncel'd to. 

Cleo. Pray you, tell him 

I am his fortune's vassal and I send him 
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn 30 

A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly 
Look him i' the face. 

Pro. This I '11 report, dear lady. 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied 
Of him that caused it. 

Gal. You see how easily she may be surprised. 

[Here Proculeius and tivo of the Guard ascend the 

monument by a ladder placed against a window, 

and, having descended, come behind Cleopatra. 

Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates. 

Guard her till Caesar come. [Exit 

Iras. Royal queen ! 

Char. O Cleopatra ! thou art taken, queen ! 

Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands. [Drawing a dagger 

Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold : 

[Seizes and disarms her. 
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this 40 

Relieved, but not betray'd. 

Cleo. What, of death too, 

That rids our dogs of languish ? 

Pro. Cleopatra, 

Do not abuse my master's bounty by 
The undoing of yourself : let the world see 
His nobleness well acted, which your death 
Will never let come forth. 

Cleo. Where art thou, death ? 

Come hither, come ! come, come, and take a queen 
Worth many babes and beggars ! 

Pro. O, temperance, lady ! 

Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; 

If idle talk will once be necessary, 50 

I'll not sleep neither : this mortal house I'll ruin, 
Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I 
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court, 
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up 
And show me to the shouting varletry 
Of censuring Rome ? Rather a ditch in Egypt 
Be gentle grave unto me ! rather on Nilus' mud 
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies 
Blow me into abhorring ! rather make 60 

My country's high pyramides my gibbet, 
And hang me up in chains ! 
Pro. You do extend 

These thoughts of horror further than you shall 
Find cause in Csesar. 

Enter Dolabella. 

Dol. Proculeius, 

What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows, 

And he hath sent for thee : for the queen, 

I'll take her to my guard. 
Pro. So, Dolabella, 

It shall content me best : be gentle to her. 

[To CleoJ] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please, 

If you'll employ me to him. 
Cleo. Say, I would die. 70 

[Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. 
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me ? 
Cleo. I cannot tell. 

Do/. Assuredly you know me. 

Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. 

You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams ; 

Is 't not your trick ? 
Dol. I understand not, madam. 

Cleo. I dreamed there was an emperor Antony : 

O, such another sleep, that I might see 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

But such another man ! 
Dol. If it might please ye, — 

Cleo. His face was as the heavens ; and therein stuck 

A sun and moon, which kept their course and lighted 
The little O, the earth. 
Dol. Most sovereign creature, — 81 

Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm 
Crested the world : his voice was propertied 
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; 
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, 
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, 
There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas 
That grew the more by reaping : his delights 
Were dolphin-like ; they show'd his back above 
The element they lived in : in his livery oo 

Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were 
As plates dropp'd from his pocket. 
Do/. Cleopatra, — 

Cleo. Think you there was, or might be, such a man 

As this I dream'd of? 
Do/. Gentle madam, no. 

Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. 
But if there be, or ever were, one such, 
It 's past the size of dreaming : nature wants stuff 
To vie strange forms with fancy ; yet to imagine 
An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, 
Condemning shadows quite. 
Dol. Hear me, good madam. loo 

Your loss is as yourself, great ; and you bear it 
As answering to the weight : would I might never 
O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel, 
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act v - Sc - »• 

My very heart at root. 
Cleo. I thank you, sir. 

Know you what Ceesar means to do with me ? 
Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. 
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir, — 

Do/. Though he be honourable, — 

Cleo. He '11 lead me then in triumph ? 
Do/. Madam, he will; I know 't. Ho 

[Flourish and shout within : ' Make way there : Csesar ! ' 

Enter C&sar, Gal/us, Proculeius, Mxcenas, Seleucus, and 
others of his Train. 

Cas. Which is the Queen of Egypt ? 

Do/. It is the emperor, madam. [Cleopatra kneels. 

Cas. Arise, you shall not kneel : 

I pray you, rise ; rise, Egypt. 
Cleo. Sir, the gods 

Will have it thus ; my master and my lord 

I must obey. 
des. Take to you no hard thoughts : 

The record of what injuries you did us, 

Though written in our flesh, we shall remember 

As things but done by chance. 
Cleo. Sole sir o' the world, 1 20 

I cannot project mine own cause so well 

To make it clear ; but do confess I have 

Been laden with like frailties which before 

Have often shamed our sex. 
Cms. Cleopatra, know, 

We will extenuate rather than enforce : 

If you apply yourself to our intents, 

Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

A benefit in this change ; but if you seek 

To lay on me a cruelty by taking 

Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself 130 

Of my good purposes and put your children 

To that destruction which I '11 guard them from 

If thereon you rely. I '11 take my leave. 

Cleo. And may, through all the world : 'tis yours ; and we, 
Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall 
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. 

Cas. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. 

Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate and jewels, 
I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued, 
Not petty things admitted. Where 's Seleucus ? 140 

Sel. Here, madam 

Cleo. This is my treasurer : let him speak, my lord, 
Upon his peril, that I have reserved 
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. 

Sel. Madam, 

I had rather seal my lips than to my peril 
Speak that which is not. 

Cleo. What have I kept back ? 

Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. 

Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra j I approve 
Your wisdom in the deed. 

Cleo. See, Caesar ! O, behold, 150 

How pomp is follow'd ! mine will now be yours, 
And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. 
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does 
Even make me wild. O slave, of no more trust 
Than love that 's hired ! What, goest thou back ? 

thou shalt 
Go back, I warrant thee ; but I'll catch thine eyes, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

Though they had wings : slave, soulless villain, dog ! 

O rarely base ! 
Cas. Good queen, let us entreat you. 

Cleo. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this, 

That thou vouchsafing here to visit me, 1 60 

Doing the honour of thy lordliness 

To one so meek, that mine own servant should 

Parcel the sum of my disgraces by 

Addition of his envy ! Say, good Caesar, 

That I some lady trifles have reserved, 

Immoment toys, things of such dignity 

As we greet modern friends withal ; and say, 

Some nobler token have I kept apart 

For Livia and Octavia, to induce 

Their mediation; must I be unfolded 1 70 

With one that I have bred ? The gods ! it smites me 

Beneath the fall I have. [To Seleucus] Prithee, go 
hence ; 

Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits 

Through the ashes of my chance : wert thou a man, 

Thou wouldst have mercy on me. 
Cas. Forbear, Seleucus. 

[Exit Seleucus. 
Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis-thought 

For things that others do, and when we fall, 

We answer others' merits in our name, 

Are therefore to be pitied. 
Cas. Cleopatra, 

Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged, 

Put we i' the roll of conquest : still be 't yours, 1 8 1 

Bestow it at your pleasure, and believe 

Caesar 's no merchant, to make prize with you 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd ; 

Make not your thoughts your prisons : no, dear 
queen; 

For we intend so to dispose you as 

Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep : 

Our care and pity is so much upon you 

That we remain your friend ; and so, adieu. 
Cleo. My master, and my lord ! 

Cas. Not so. Adieu. 1 90 

[Flourish. Exeunt Casar and his train. 
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not 

Be noble to myself : but, hark thee, Charmian. 

[Whispers Charmian. 
Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, 

And we are for the dark. 
Cleo. Hie thee again : 

I have spoke already, and it is provided ; 

Go put it to the haste. 
Char. Madam, I will. 

Re-enter Dolabella. 

Dol. Where is the queen ? 

Char. Behold, sir. [Exit. 

Cleo. Dolabella ! 

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, 
Which my love makes religion to obey, 
I tell you this : Caesar through Syria 200 

Intends his journey, and within three days 
You with your children will he send before : 
Make your best use of this : I have perform'd 
Your pleasure and my promise. 

Cleo. Dolabella, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

I shall remain your debtor. 

Dol. I your servant. 

Adieu, good queen ; I must attend on Ca*sar. 

Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dolabella. 

Now, Iras, what think'st thou ? 
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown 
In Rome, as well as I : mechanic slaves 
With greasy aprons, rules and hammers, shall 210 
Uplift us to the view : in their thick breaths, 
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded 
And forced to drink their vapour. 

Iras. The gods forbid ! 

Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors 

Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers 

Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians 

Extemporally will stage us and present 

Our Alexandrian revels ; Antony 

Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see 

Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness 220 

I' the posture of a whore. 

Iras. O the good gods ! 

Cleo. Nay, that 's certain. 

Iras. I '11 never see 't ; for I am sure my nails 
Are stronger than mine eyes. 

Cleo. Why, that 's the way 

To fool their preparation, and to conquer 
Their most absurd intents. 

Re-enter Charmian. 

Now, Charmian ! 
Show me, my women, like a queen : go fetch 
My best attires : I am again for Cydnus, 



Act V : Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

To meet Mark Antony : sirrah Iras, go. 

Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed, 230 

And when thou hast done this chare I'll give thee 

leave 
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all. 

[Exit Iras. A noise nvtthin. 
Wherefore 's this noise ? 

Enter a Guardsman. 

Guard. Here is a rural fellow 

That will not be denied your highness' presence : 
He brings you figs. 

Cleo. Let him come in. [Exit Guardsman. 

What poor an instrument 
May do a noble deed ! he brings me liberty. 
My resolution \s placed, and I have nothing 
Of woman in me : now from head to foot 
I am marble-constant ; now the fleeting moon 240 
No planet is of mine. 

Re-enter Guardsman, ivith C/oivn bringing in a basket. 

Guard. This is the man. 

Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guardsman. 

Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, 

That kills and pains not ? 
Cloivn. Truly, I have him : but I would not be the 

party that should desire you to touch him, for 

his biting is immortal -, those that do die of it do 

seldom or never recover. 
Cleo. Rememberest thou any that have died on 't ? 
Cloivn. Very many, men and women too. I heard of 250 

one of them no longer than yesterday : a very 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

honest woman, but something given to lie ; as a 
woman should not do, but in the way of honesty : 
how she died of the biting of it, what pain she 
felt : truly, she makes a very good report o' the 
worm ; but he that will believe all that they say, 
shall never be saved by half that they do : but 
this is most fallible, the worm 's an odd worm. 

Cleo. Get thee hence ; farewell. 

Cloivn. I wish you all joy of the worm. 260 

[Setting doiun his basket. 

Clco. Farewell. 

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm 
will do his kind. 

Cleo. Ay, ay ; farewell. 

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but 
in the keeping of wise people, for indeed there 
is no goodness in the worm. 

Cleo. Take thou no care ; it shall be heeded. 

Clown. Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, 

for it is not worth the feeding. 270 

Cleo. Will it eat me ? 

Clown. You must not think I am so simple but I know 
the devil himself will not eat a woman : I know 
that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil 
dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson 
devils do the gods great harm in their women ; for 
in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. 

Cleo. Well, get thee gone ; farewell. 

Clown. Yes, forsooth : I wish you joy o' the worm. [Exit. 

Re-enter Iras with a robe, crown, &c. 
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have 280 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Immortal longings in me : now no more 

The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : 

Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. Methinks I hear 

Antony call j I see him rouse himself 

To praise my noble act ; I hear him mock 

The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 

To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come : 

Now to that name my courage prove my title ! 

I am fire and air ; my other elements 

I give to baser life. So; have you done ? 290 

Come then and take the last warmth of my lips. 

Farewell, kind Charmian j Iras, long farewell. 

[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. 
Have I the aspic in my lips ? Dost fall ? 
If thou and nature can so gently part, 
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, 
Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still ? 
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world 
It is not worth leave-taking. 

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say 
The gods themselves do weep ! 

Cleo. This proves me base : 

If she first meet the curled Antony, 301 

He '11 make demand of her, and spend that kiss 
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal 
wretch, 

[To an asp, which she applies to her breast. 
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate 
Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, 
Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, 
That I might hear thee call great Ccesar ass 
Unpolicied ! 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

Char. O eastern star ! 

Cleo. Peace, peace ! 

Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, 

That sucks the nurse asleep? 
Char. O, break! O, break! 310 

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, — 

Antony ! — Nay, I will take thee too : 

[Applying another asp to her arm. 
What should I stay — [Dies. 

Char. In this vile world ? So, fare thee well. 

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies 
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close ; 
And golden Phoebus never be beheld 
Of eyes again so royal ! Your crown 's awry ; 

1 '11 mend it, and then play. 

Enter the Guard, rushing in. 

First Guard. Where is the queen ? 

Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 

First Guard. Caesar hath sent — 

Char. Too slow a messenger. 321 

[Applies an asp. 
O, come apace, dispatch : I partly feel thee. 
First Guard. Approach, ho ! All 's not well : Caesar \s 

beguiled. 
Sec. Guard. There 's Dolabella sent from Caesar ; call 

him. 
First Guard. What work is here ! Charmian, is this well 

done ? 
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess 
Descended of so many royal kings. 
Ah, soldier ! [Dies. 



Act V. Sc. ii. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 

Re-enter Dolabella. 

Do/. How goes it here ? 

Sec. Guard. All dead. 

Do/. Caesar, thy thoughts 

Touch their effects in this : thyself art coming 330 
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou 
So sought'st to hinder. 

\Within. ' A way there, a way for Caesar ! ' 

Re-enter Casar and his train. 

Do/. O sir, you are too sure an augurer ; 

That you did fear is done. 
C<es. Bravest at the last, 

She levell'd at our purposes, and being royal 

Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ? 

I do not see them bleed. 
Do/. Who was last with them ? 

First Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs : 

This was his basket. 
C<es. Poison'd then. 

First Guard. O Cccsar, 

This Charmian lived but now ; she stood and spake : 

I found her trimming up the diadem 341 

On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, 

And on the sudden dropp'd. 
C<es. O noble weakness ! 

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear 

By external swelling : but she looks like sleep, 

As she would catch another Antony 

In her strong toil of grace. 
Do/. Here, on her breast, 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Act V. Sc. ii. 

There is a vent of blood, and something blown : 
The like is on her arm. 

First Guard. This is an aspic's trail : and these fig-leaves 
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves 35 1 
Upon the caves of Nile. 

Cas. Most probable 

That so she died ; for her physician tells me 

She hath pursued conclusions infinite 

Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed, 

And bear her women from the monument : 

She shall be buried by her Antony : 

No grave upon the earth shall clip in it 

A pair so famous. High events as these 

Strike those that make them ; and their story is 260 

No less in pity than his glory which 

Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall 

In solemn show attend this funeral, 

And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see 

High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt. 




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CLEOPATRA AND HER SOS C/ESARJON SACRIFICING TO THE GODS 
Sculptured ' ir.tht •great. TiTiplc. or L/eruUra.: upper £~yx'' c 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary. 



Ansiver, render account ; III. xiii. 27. 

Antoniad, the name of the flag-ship 
of Cleopatra ; III. x. 2. 

Apace, fast; IV. vii. 6. 

Appeal, impeachment; III. v. 12. 

Approof; " and as my farthest band 
shall pass on thy a.," i.e. "such 
as when tried will prove to be 
beyond anything that I can pro- 
mise " (Schmidt) ; III. ii. 27. 

Approves, proves ; I. i. 6c. 

Arabian bird, i.e. the PhceniX : III. 
ii. 12. 

Argument, proof; III. xii. 3 < 

Arm-gaunt {-vide Note) ; I. v. 48. 

Armourer, one who has care of the 
armour of his master; IV. iv. 7. 

As, as if ; I. ii. 100. 

As lotv as, lower than ; III. iii. 37. 

Aspic, asp, a venomous snake ; V. 
ii. 293. 

Aspic s (Folios 2, 3, 4, " Aspects ") ; 
V. ii. 350. 

As 't, as if it ; IV. viii. 6. 

At heel of, on the heels of, imme- 
diately after ; II. ii. 159. 

Atone, reconcile; II. ii. 102. 

Attend, witness, take notice of; II. 
ii. 60. 

, await ; III. x. 32. 

Augurer,d'\v\ner,{oretMcr; V. ii. 333. 

Auguring, prophesying ; II. i. 10. 

Avoid, begone, withdraw ; V. ii. 242. 

Aivrij, not straight (Pope's emenda- 
tion of Folios, " a1v.11/ ") ; V. ii. 
3.8 

Kmd, bond; II. vi. 12!?; III. ii. 26. 
Hanquet, dessert ; I. ii. 11. 
From a wall-painting in a Theban tomb. Bark'd, peeled; IV. xii. 23. 
S 



Abhorring, abomination ; V. ii. 60. 
Abode, staying; I. ii. 177. 
Abstract; "the a. of all faults," a 

microcosm of sinfulness ; I. iv. 9. 
Abused, ill-used ; III. vi. 86. 
Abysm, abyss ; III. xiii. 147. 
Admitted, acknowledged ; registered 

(Theobald, "omitted"); V. ii. 140. 
Afeard, afraid; II. v. 81. 
Affcct'st, pleases (Folio 1, "affects"); 

I. iii. 71. 
Aid ; " pray in a.," seek assistance, 

call in help from another ; V.ii.27. 
Alcides, Hercules; IV. xii. 44. 
Alike; "having a. your cause," 

"being engaged in the same 

cause with you " (Malone) ; II. 

ii. 51 
AU-obeijinr, obeyed by all ; III. xiii. 

77- 
Alms-drink, "leavings"' (according 
to Warburton a phrase amongst 
good fellows to signify that liquor 
of another's share which his com- 
panion drinks to ease him) ; II. 

Angle, angling-line, fishing-line; II. 
v. 10. (6y>. illustration.) 




Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Basket; " enter Clown bringing in 
a basket''; V. ii. 241. (direc). 
The annexed cuts represent 
ancient Egyptian baskets, fig. 2 
showing also the fruit covered by 
a palm-leaf. 




Battery; " b. from my heart," i.e. 
the battery proceeding from the 
beating of my heart; IV. xiv, 39. 

Battle, army ; III. ix. 2. 

Beci'd, beckoned ; IV. xii. 26. 

Bed; " the bed of Ptolemy"; I. iv. 
17. (Cp. illustration^). 




From a wall-painting on the tomb 
Rameses III., at Thebes. 

Beguiled, cheated ; V. ii. 323. 
Belike, I suppose; I. ii. 35. 



Bench-holes, holes of a privy ; IV. 

vii. 9. 
Bereave, deprive; V. ii. 130. 
Best, it were best ; IV. vi. 26. 
Bestrid, did stride over ; V. ii. 82. 
Betime, betimes, in good time ; IV. 

iv. 20. 
Bloivn, swollen ; V. ii. 348. 
Blo-ws, swells ; IV. vi. 34. 
Boar; "the b. of Thessaly," i.e. 

the boar killed by Meleager ; 

IV. xiii. 2. 
Boggier, inconstant woman ; III. 

xiii. no. 
Bolts up, fetters ; V. ii. 6. 
Bond, " bounden duty " (Mason) ; I. 

iv. 84. 
Boot; "make b.." take advantage; 

IV. i. 9. 
Boot thee -with, give thee to boot, give 

thee in addition ; II. v. 71. 
Boy my greatness, alluding to the fact 

of boys or youths playing female 

parts on the stage in the time of 

Shakespeare; V. ii. 220. 
Branded, stigmatised ; IV. xiv. 77. 
Brave, defy ; IV. iv. 5. 
Break, communicate; I. ii. 179. 
Breather, one who lives ; III. iii. 24. 
Breathing, utterance; I. iii. 14. 
Breese, gadfly; III. x. 14. 
Brief, summary; V. ii. 138. 
Bring, take; III. v. 24. 
Bring me, i.e. bring me word ; IV, 

xiii. 10. 
Brooch'd, adorned as with a brooch 

(Wray conj. " brook' '</") ; IV. xv. 

Burgonet, a close-fitting helmet; I. 

v. 24. 
But, if not ; V. ii. 103. 
But being, except, unless we are ; 

IV. xi. 1. 

But it is, except it be, if it be not ; 

V. i. 27. 

By, according to; III. iii. 43. 

Call on him, call him to account ; (?) 
" visit " (Schmidt ) ; I. iv. 28. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Cantle, piece ; III. x. 6. 

Carbuncled, set with carbuncles ; IV. 
viii. 28. 

Carriage; " the c. of his chafe," the 
bearing of his passion, i.e. his 
angry bearing; I. iii. 85. 

Carries beyond, surpasses ; III. vii. 76. 

Cast, cast up, calculate; III. ii. 17. 

Chance; "wounded ch.," broken 
fortunes ; III. x. 36. 

,fortune; V. ii. 174. 

, occur ; III. iv. 13. 

Chare, task ; V. ii. 231. 

Chares, drudgery ; IV. xv. 75. 

Charm, charmer ; IV. xii 16. 

Check, rebuke; IV. iv. 31. 

Chud,a term of endearment; IV.iv.2. 

Circle, crown ; III. xii. 18. 

Clip, embrace ; IV. viii. 8. 

, surround ; V. ii. 358. 

Close, hidden ; IV. ix. 6. 

Cloth-of-gold of tissue, i.e. " cloth-of- 
gold in tissue or texture " ; (?) 
cloth-of-gold on a ground of 
tissue ; II. ii. 202. 

Clouts, cloths ; (? j blows, knocks ; 
IV. vii. 6. 

Cloyless, preventing satiety; II. i. 25. 

Colour, excuse, pretext ; I. iii. 32. 

Comes dear'd, becomes endeared 
(Folios, " comes fear'd") ; I. iv. 44. 

Comfort; "best of c," i.e. "may 
the best of comfort be yours " 
(Steevens) ; (Rowe, " Be of com- 
fort" j; III. vi. 89. 

Command, all power to command ; 
III. xi. 23. 

Commission, warrant; II. iii. 41. 

Comparisons, advantages, i.e. •' tilings 
in his favour, when compared to 
me" (Pope, "caparisons"}; III. 
xiii. 26. 

Competitor, associate ; I. iv. 3. 

Compose, come to a composition ; II. 
ii. 15. 

Composure, composition ; I. iv. 22. 

Conclusion; "still c," i.e. quiet in- 
ference (Collier MS., "still con- 
dition " j ; IV. xv. 28. 



Conclusions, experiments; V. ii. 354. 
Confound, waste; I. i. 45. 

, destroy ; III. ii. 58. 

Concealment, congealed blood ; IV. 

viii. 10. 
Content, agreed; IV. iii. 24. 
Continent; " thy c," that which 

encloses thee ; IV. xiv. 40. 
Contriving; "many our c. friends," 

i.e. "many friends who are busy 

in our interest " ; I. ii. 184. 
Conversation, deportment ; II. vi. 

123. 
Corrigible, submissive to correction ; 

IV. xiv. 74. 
Couch, lie; IV. xiv. 51. 
Could, would gladly ; I. ii. 128. 
Course, pursue hotly ; III. xiii. 11. 
Court of guard, guard room ; IV. 

ix. 2. 
Crack, burst of sound ; V. i. 15. 
Crescent, increasing; II. i. 10. 
Crested, formed the crest of; V. ii. 

83. 
Croivnrf, crown ; IV. xii. 27. 
Croicnets, coronets; V. ii. 91. 
Cunning, "dexterous and trickish 

in dissembling"; I. ii. 147. 

, skill, art; II. iii. 34. 

Curious, careful; III. ii. 35. 
Curstness, ill-humour ; II. ii. 25. 

Daff't, doff it, take it off (Folio 1, 

"daft"; Folios 2, 3, 4, "doft"; 

Rowe, "doft"); IV. iv. 13. 
Bare, defiance ; I. ii. 186. 
Darkens, obscures ; III. i. 24. 
Darkling, in the dark ; IV. xv. 10. 
Dealt on lieutenantry, acted by proxy ; 

III xi. 39. 
Death and honour, honourable death ; 

IV. ii. 44. 
Declined, decayed, fallen ; III. xiii. 

Defeat's!, dost destroy; IV. xiv. 68. 
Defend, forbid ; III. iii. 46. 
Demon, attendant spirit ; II. iii. 19. 
Demurely, solemnly, gravely; IV . 
xv. 29 ; IV. ix. 31. 



Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Demuring, looking with affected 

modesty ; IV. xv. 29. 
Deputation; "in d.," by deputy 

fFolios, "disputation" ) ; III. xiii. 

74- 
Derogatdy, disparagingly ; II. ii. 34. 
Desires ; "your d. are yours," your 

desires are granted ; III. iv. 28. 
Determine, decide, resolve; V. i. 59. 
Determines, comes to an end; III. 

xiii. 161. 
Diminutives, insignificant creatures ; 

IV. xii. 37. 
Disaster, disfigure; II. vii. 17. 
Discandy, melt; IV. xii. 22. 
Discandying, melting, thawing fFf. , 

" discandering" ; Rowe, " discatter- 

ing") ; III. xiii. 165. 
Discontents, malcontents; I. iv. 39. 
Dislimns, effaces, blots out (Folios, 

" dis limes"}; IV. xiv. 10. 
Dismission, dismissal, discharge ; I. 

i. 26. 
Disponge, pour down ; IV. ix. 1 3. 
Dispose, dispose of; V. ii. 186. 
Disposed, settled matters (Collier 

MS., " compos' 'd"); IV. xiv. 123. 
Disposition ; " pinch one another by 

the d.," " touch one another in a 

sore place" (Warburton); " try 

each other by banter" (Clarke); 

II. vii. 7. 
Distractions, detachments ; III. vii. 

77- 
Divine, prophesy, predict; 1 1 . v i . 1 16. 

Doits, the smallest sum of money 
(Folios, " Dolts," i.e. fools ; for 
which reading much is to be 
said) ; IV. xii. 37. 

Doughty-handed, stout of hands ; IV. 
viii. 5. 

Dread, fear; IV. xiv. 127. 

Droven, driven ; IV. vii. 5. 

Dumb'd, silenced (Folios, "dumb" 
Warburton, "done"); I. v. 50. 

Ear, plough ; I. iv. 49. 
Earing, tilling, ploughing; I. ii. 
112. 



Ebb'd, declined, decayed ; I. iv. 

43- 
Edges, blades, swords; II. vi. 39. 
Edict; "make thine own e.," 

decree the reward you desire; 

III. xii. 32. 

Effects, realisation; V. ii. 330. 
E^ypt, i.e. the Queen of Egypt : I. 

'iii. 78. 
Egypt's ividoxv, i.e. Cleopatra, who 

had been married to young 

Ptolemy, afterwards drowned ; 

II. i. 37. 
Elder, better, superior; III. x. 13. 
Embattle, be drawn up in battle 

array ; IV. ix. 3. 
Emboss'd, foaming at the mouth ; a 

hunting term (Folios, " imbost ") ; 

IV. xiii. 3. 
Enforce, urge; II. ii. 99. 

, lay much stress upon ; V. ii. 

125 • 

Enfranched, enfranchised (Theobald. 

" enfranchis'd"}; III. xiii. 149. 
Enfranchise, set free, deliver ; I. i. 

*3- 

Enoiv, enough (used as plural of 

enough} ; I. iv. 1 1. 
Ensued, followed ; IV. xiv. 77. 
Entertainment, reception ; III. xiii. 

140. 

, service; IV. vi. 17. 

Enter -with, recommend to ; IV. xiv. 

Envy, malice; V. ii. 164. 

Ettridge, ostrich ; III. xiii. 197. 

Eternal; " e. in our triumph." i.e. 
" be for ever recorded as the 
most glorious trophy of our 
triumph"; (Thirlby conj. " eter- 
naling") ; V. i. 66. 

Every of, every one of; I. ii. 38. 

Evidence, proof; I. iii. 74. 

Exigent, exigency, decisive moment ; 
IV. xiv. 63. 

Expedience, expedition ; I. ii. 180. 

Extended, seized upon ; a law term : 
I. ii. 102. 

Eye, appear ; I. iii. 97. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Faction, dissension ; I. iii. 48. 
Fairy, enchantress; IV. viii. 12. 
Fall, befall, fall upon ; III. vii. 40. 

, let fall; III. xi. 67. 

Fallible, blunder for infallible (Folio 

I, "falliable") ; V. ii. 258. 
Fame, vnmoxiT, report; II. ii. 165. 
Fait and loose, a cheating game of 

gipsies ; IV. xii. 28. 
Fats, vats ; II. vii. 119. 
Favour, face, countenance ; II. v. 

38. 
Fear, frighten ; II. vi. 24. 
Fearful, full of fear ; III. xi. 55. 
Feature, external appearance ; II. v. 

1 12. 
Feeders, parasites ; III. xiii. 109. 
Felloius, companions; IV. ii. 13. 
Fervency, eagerness; II. v. 18. 
Fetch in, take, capture ; IV. i. 14. 
Fever, put in a fever ; III. xiii. 

138. 
Figs ; " I love long life better than 

{.," a proverbial phrase; I. ii. 

r- 

Files, lines of soldiers ; I. i. 3. 

Finish, end, die ; V. ii. 193. 

Flaiu : "becomes his f.," i.e. "ac- 
commodates himself to his mis- 
fortune " ; III. xii. 34. 

Fleet, float (Rowe, "float"); III. 
xiii. 171. 

Flush youth, " youth ripened to man- 
hood " (Folios 2, 3, 4, "flesh 1/."); 
I. iv. 52. 

Foison, plenty; II. vii. 21. 

Folloivd, chased; V. i. 36, 

Footmen, foot soldiers ; III. vii. 

45- 
For, as for, as regards; III. vi. 34; 

III. xii. 19; V. ii. 66. 
Forbear, withdraw ; V. ii. 175. 
Forbear me, leave me alone; I. ii. 

122. 
Formal, ordinary; II. v. 41. 
Forspoke, gainsaid ; III. vii. 3. 
Forth, out of; IV. x. 7. 
For that, nevertheless ; II. ii. 70. 
, because ; HI. vii. \-j. 



Frame to, conform ; V. i. 55. 
From, away from; II. vi. 30. 
Front, oppose, face ; I. iv. 79 
Fronted, opposed ; II. ii. 61. 
Frustrate, frustrated; V. i. 2. 
Fullest, most perfect; III. xiii. 87. 

Galley; II. vi. 82. (Cp. illustra- 
tion.) 




From he Vatican Virgil WIS. 



Garboils, disturbances, turmoils ; I. 

iii. 61. 
Gaudy, festive ; III. xiii. 183. 
Gests, deeds (Warburton's conj., 

adopted by Theobald ; Folios, 

"guests"') ; IV. viii. 2. 
Get, win; IV. viii. 22. 
Give, give out. represent; I. iv. 40. 
Give off, go off, cease ; IV. iii. 

Got, won ; V. ii. 30. 

Got upon, won, gained; IV. xiv. 

98. 
Grace, honour; III. xiii. 81. 
; "to gt\," by gracing; IV. 

xiv. 136. 
Graceful, favourable; II. ii. 60. 
Grants, allows, admits; III. i. 

29. 
Grates me, it vexes me ; I. i. iS. 
'Greed, agreed ; II. vi. 38. 
Green sickness, a disease of women, 

characterised by a pale, lurid 

complexion ; II I. ii. 6. 
Grief's, grievances ; II. ii. 100. 
Groic to, be added to; II. ii. 25. 



Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



H, formerly pronounced ache • here 
used with play upon the letter 
and the word ; IV. vii. 8. 

Hap, accident, chance ; II. iii. 32. 

Haply, perhaps ; III. xiii. 48. 

Hardly, with difficulty ; V. i. 74. 

Harried, vexed, put in fear ; III. iii. 

43- 

Hearts; "my h.," a familiar ap- 
pellation ; IV. ii. 41. 

Heaviness, used with play upon the 
two senses of the word, (i.) 
weight, (ii.) sorrow ; IV. xv. 

33- 

Heavy, sad ; IV. xv. 40. 

Held my cap off, acted as a faithful 

servant ; II. vii. 60. 
Herod, a common character in the 

old Mystery plays ; typically, a 

fierce tyrant; I. ii. 28. 
Hie, hasten ; II. iii. 15. 
Hie thee, hasten ; V. ii. 194. 
High-battled, commanding proud 

armies ; III. xiii. 29. 
His, its ; III. xii. 10. 
Holding, burden of the song; II. 

vii. 115. 
Homager, vassal; I. i. 31. 
Home, "without reserve, without 

ceremony"; I. ii. 106. 
Hope, suppose; II. i. 38. 
Humanity, human nature; V. i. 

32. 

Idleness, frivolousness ; I. iii. 92. 

If that, if; III. xiii. 80. 

Immoment, insignificant, of no 

moment ; V. ii. 166. 
Immortal, blunder for mortal, deadly ; 

V. ii. 247. 
Imperious, imperial ; IV. xv. 23. 
Import, carry with tbem ; II. ii. 

134. 
Impress, press, impressment ; III. 

vii. 37. 
In, in tor it ; II. vii. 34. 
Inclips, encloses; II. vii. 71. 
Ingress' d, collected, got together : 

III. vii. 37. 



Inhoop^d, enclosed in a hoop ; II. iii. 
38. (The annexed copy of an 
elegant Chinese miniature paint- 
ing represents some ladies en- 
gaged at this amusement, where 
the quails are actually inhooped.) 




Injurious, hurtful, malignant ; IV. 
xv. 76. 

Intend; " how i. you," what do you 
mean ; II. ii. 40. 

Intrinsicate, intricatef Capell's Errata, 
" intrinsecate" ■ Wray conj. " intri- 
cate " 1 ; V. ii. 304. 

Isis, one of the chief Egyptian 
divinities; originally the goddess 
of the Earth, afterwards of the 
Moon ; her worship was after- 
wards introduced into Rome; I. 
ii. 61. 

// oii'n, its own ; II. vii. 46. 

Jack, term of contempt; III. xiii. 

93- 
Jaded, spurned; III. i. 34. 
Jump, hazard, stake; III. viii. 6. 

Keep; " k. yourself within your- 
self," keep within bounds, restrain 

yourself; II. v. 75. 
Kind; "do his k.," i.e. "act ac- 
cording to his nature": V. ii. 
263. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Knave, boy ; IV. xiv. 12. 

, servant; V. ii. 3. 

Knoivn, known each other; II. vi. 
86. 

Lack blood, turn pale; I. iv. 52. 
Lance, cut ; in order to cure (Folios, 

" launch " ; Pope, " launce ") ; V. 

i. 36. 
Languish, lingering disease (John- 
son conj. " anguish"); V. ii. 42. 
Lank' J, became thin ; I. iv. 71. 
Late, lately ; IV. i. 13. 
Lated, belated ; III. xi. 3. 
Legions, bodies of infantry, each 

consisting of six thousand men ; 

III. x. 34. 
Length, length of life(Steevens conj. 

"life"); IV. xiv. 46. 
Lcthe'd, oblivious, unconscious 

(Folios, " Lethied") ; II. i. 27 . 
LevelVd at, guessed at; V. ii. 335. 
Lichas, the companion of Hercules 

(Folios, " Licas"); IV. xii. 45. 
Life; "her 1. in Rome," i.e. her 

being brought alive to Rome; 

V. i. 65. 
Lightness, used in double sense, with 

play upon the two senses of the 

word ; I. iv. 25. 
Like, same ; I. iii. 8 ; III. vi. 37. 

, likely ; III. xiii. 29. 

List, listen to ; IV. ix. 6. 
Loathness, unwillingness ; 111. xi. 18. 
Loofd, luffed, brought close to the 

wind ; 111. x. 18. 
Lottery, prize ; II. ii. 246. 
Loud, in high words; II. ii. 21. 
Luxuriously, lustfully ; III. xiii. 120. 

Male note, notice, observe; III. iii. 
26. 

Malhrd, drake; III. x. 20. 

Mandragora, mandrake; a plant, 
the root of which was thought 
to resemble the human figure 
and to cause madness, and even 
death when torn from the 
ground ; I. v. 4. 



Marble-constant, firm as marble; V. 
ii. 240. 

Mean, means ; III. ii. 32. 

Mechanic, vulgar, journeyman-like; 
IV. iv. 32. 

Medicine, elixir; (?) physician; I. 
-v. 36. 

Meeter, more fitting; V. i. 49. 

Meetly, well ; I. iii. 81. 

Mered ; " m. question," i.e. "the 
sole cause and subject of the 
war " ; (Rowe, " meer " ; Johnson, 
"mooted" ; Jackson, "meted"; 
Kinnear, "merest," etc.); III. 
xiii. 10. 

Merely, absolutely ; III. vii. 8 ; III. 
vii. 48. 

Merits, deserts ; V. ii. 178. 

Mermaids; II. ii. 210. (Cj>. illus- 
tration.) 




From L. Andrewe's Myrrour and Dyscryp- 
cyon of the H'orldc, 11. d. 

Mind; "less noble m.," i.e. be- 
ing of less noble mind (Rowe, 
Pope, ''less noble-minded"); IV . 
xiv. 6g. 

Mingle, union ; I. v. 59. 

Misdoubt, mistrust; 111. vii. 63. 

Mislike, dislike ; III. xiii. 147. 

Missive, messenger; II. ii. 74. 



Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Mis-thought, misunderstood, mis- 
judged ; V. ii. 176. 

Modern, ordinary ; V. ii. 167. 

Moe, more; IV. xiv. 18. 

Moment; "upon far poorer m.," 
with less cause; I. ii. 144. 

Moody, sad ; II. v. 1. 

Moons, months ; III. xii. 6. 

Mom-detu, morning-dew ; III. xii. 9. 

Mortal, deadly ; V. ii. 303. 

Most, utmost; II. ii. 168. 

Motion; "in my m.." intuitively; 

II. iii. 14. 

Mount, " at the M.," i.e. M. Mise- 
num ; II. iv. 6. 

Muleters, muleteers, mule-drivers 
(Folios 2, 3, 4, " Muliters" • 
Folio 1, " Militers ") • III. vii. 36. 

Mused of, thought of, dreamed of; 

III. xiii. 83. 

Muss, " a scramble, when any small 
objects are thrown down, to be 
taken by those who can seize 
them " (Nares) ; III. xiii. 91. 

Naught, worthless; IV. xv. 78. 

Negligent; "in n. danger," i.e. in 
danger through being negligent; 
III. vi. 81. 

Nessus; " the shirt of N.," the shirt 
dipped in the poisoned blood of 
Nessus, which caused Hercules 
the most terrible agony when he 
unwittingly put it on ; IV. xii. 

43- 
Nice, tender, dainty; III. xiii. 180. 
Nici'd, " set the mark of folly on "; 

III. xiii. 8. 
Noises it, causes a disturbance; III. 

vi. 96. 
Number, put into verse; III. ii. 17. 

0, circle ; V. ii. 81. 

Oblivion, oblivious memory, forget- 

fulness ; I. iii. 90. 
Observance, powers of observation ; 

III. iii. 25. 
Obstruct, obstruction (Warburton 

conj., adopted by Theobald ; 



Folios, " abstract" ; Keightley, 

" obstruction" ; Cartwright conj. 

"obstacle") ; III. vi. 61. 
Occasion, necessity ; II. vi. 132. 
Of, by ; I. iv. 37 ; II. ii. 160. 

, about, concerning ; II. vi. 116. 

-, from ; IV. viii. 22. 

, for ; IV. xv. 60. 

, with ; V. ii. 212. 

Office, function, service; I. i. 5. 
On, of; I. v. 27; II. ii. 85; III. ii. 61. 
Oppression, difficulty (Warburton 

conj., adopted by Hanmer, " op- 
position ") ; IV. vii. 2. 
Orbs, spheres ; III. xiii. 146. 
Ordinary, meal; II. ii. 230. 
Ostentation, display (Theobald, 

"ostent"; S. Walker conj. " osten- 

tion ") ; III. vi. 52. 
Out-go; "the time shall not o.," 

' ' life shall not last longer than "; 

III. ii. 61. 
Outstrite, strike faster than ; IV. 

vi. 36. 
Ozue, own ; IV. viii. 31. 

Pace, break in ; II. ii. 64. 

Paci'd, sorted, shuffled in an unfair 

manner; IV. xiv. 19. 
Pacorus, son of Orodes, King of 

Parthia ; III. i. 4. 
Pales, impales, encloses ; II. vii. 71. 
Pall d, decaying, waning ; II. vii. 85. 
Palter, equivocate ; III. xi. 63. 
Pants, pantings, palpitations ; IV. 

viii. 16. 
Paragon, compare; I. v. 71. 
Parcel; "a p. of," i.e. of a piece 

with ; III. xiii. 32. 

, specify; V. ii. 163. 

Part, depart; I. ii. 181. 

Particular, private affairs ; I. iii. 54. 

, personal relation ; IV. ix. 20. 

Partisan, a kind of halberd ; II. vii. 

'3- 
Parts, sides ; III. iv. 14. 
Past, beyond ; I. ii. 147. 
Patch a quarrel, make a quarrel of 

pieces and shreds ; II. ii. 52. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Pclltted, formed into small balls ; 

III. xiii. 165. 
Penetrative, penetrating ; IV. xiv. 75. 
Perforce, of necessity ; III. iv. 6. 
Period, end ; IV. ii. 25. 
Persisted; "most p. deeds," deeds 

most persisted in ; V. i. 30. 
Petition; "p. us at home," request 

us to come home; I. ii. 185. 
Piece, masterpiece ; III. ii. 28. 
, master-piece (Warburton, 

adopted by Theobald, "prize") ; 

V. ii. 99. 
Pinion'd, bound ; V. ii. 53. 
Pinieyne, half-shut eyes ; II. vii. 118. 
Placed, fixed, firm ; V. ii. 238. 
Plant, place; IV, vi. 9. 
Planted, rise (Warburton M.S., 

" planned' '); I. iii. 26. 
Plants, the soles of the feet (used 

quibblingly) ; II. vii. 2. 
Plated, clothed in armour ; I. i. 4. 
Plates, pieces of money, silver coins; 

V. ii. 92. 
Pleach'd, folded ; IV. xiv. 73. 
Points, tagged laces, used for tying 

parts of the dress ; III. xiii. 157. 
Pole, load-star; IV. xv. 65. 
Port, gate; IV. iv. 23. 

, carriage, bearing ; IV. xiv. 52. 

Possess, give possession ; III. xi. 21. 
Possess it, i.e. (? ) " be master of it 

("Collier MS., "Profess it"; 

Kin near conj. " Pledge it," etc. ) ; 

II. vii. 104. 
Poiitr, armed force ; III. vii. 58. 

-, vital organ ; III. xii. 36. 

Practised, plotted ; II. ii. 4c. 
Practise on, plot against ; II. ii. 39. 
Pray i/e, I pray you, are you in 

earnest or jesting ? ; II. vi. 113. 
Precidence,\v\\wt lias preceded; II. v. 5 I. 
Prescript, direction ; III. viii. 5. 
Precedent, former; IV. xiv. 83. 
Pregnant, ill tile highest degree 

probable ; II. i. 45. 
Present, present purpose, business ; 

II. vi. 30. 
Present, represent; V. ii. 217 



Presently, immediately; II. ii. 160. 

Process, mandate; I. i. 28. 

Project, shape, form ( Hanmer, 

"parget"; Warburton, " procter"; 

Orgerconj. li perfect "); V. ii. 121. 
Proof of harness, armour of proof, 

tested and tried armour ; IV. viii. 

Proper, fine, nice; III. iii. 41. 

Propertied, endowed with qualities ; 
V. ii. 83. 

Prorogue, "linger out, keep in a 
languishing state " ; II. i. 26. 

Prosecution, pursuit ; IV. xiv. 65. 

Ptolemy ; "the queen of Pt.," i.e. 
belonging to the line of the 
Ptolemies, the Macedonian dy- 
nasty in Egypt ; I. iv. 6. 

Purchased, acquired; I. iv. 14. 

Purge, be cured ; I. iii. 53. 

Pyramises, pyramids ; II. vii. 35. 

Quality, character; I. ii. 193. 
Queasy, disgusted ; III. vi. 20. 
Quick, lively, sprightly; V. ii. 216. 
Quicken, receive life ; IV. xv. 39. 
Quit, requite; III. xiii. 124. 

Race; " r. of heaven," " of heavenly 
origin" (Schmidt); "smack, or 
flavour of heaven " (Warburton) ; 
(Hanmer, "ray"); I. iii. 37. 

Pad, floating vapour; IV. xiv. 10. 

Ram, thrust (Hanmer, "Rain"; 
Delius conj. " Cram "_) ; IL v. 24. 




Ml. 



From t lie sculpture on Trajan's coluin 
at Koine. 



Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Ranged, disposed in order; I. i. 34. 

Ranges, ranks; III. xiii. 5. 

Rates, is worth ; III. xi. 69. 

Raught, reached ; IV. ix. 29. 

Reel, stagger as a drunkard ; I. iv. 20. 

Regiment, sway; HI. vi. 95. 

Religion, sacred, holy obligation ; 
V. ii. 199. 

Remarkable, worthy of note, dis- 
tinguished ; IV. xv. 67. 

Remove, removal, departure ; I. ii. 
198. 

Render, give up; III. x. 33. 

Render'd, gave Up (Folio I, " ren- 
dred"; Folios 2, 3, 4, " tendred "); 
IV. xiv. 33. 

Reneges, denies ; I. i. 8. 

Reports, reporters; II. ii. 47. 

Requires, begs, asks; III. xii. 12. 

Revolted, who have revolted ; IV. 
ix. 8. 

Ribaudred, lewd (Steevens conj., 
adopted by Malone, '■'■Yon ribald- 
rid nag" ; Tyrwhitt conj. Collier 
fed. 2), " Ton ribald hag," etc); 
III. x. 10. 

Riggish, wanton; II. ii. 243. 

Right, very, true; IV. xii. 28. 

Rivalitu, co-partnership ; III. v. 8. 

Rive, split, sever; IV. xiii. 5. 

Safe, make safe ; I. iii. 55. 

Safed, conducted safely fSteevens 

conj.; Folios, "soft"'); IV. vi. 

26. 
Salt, wanton ; II. i. 21. 
Scald, scabby, scurvy; V. ii. 215. 
Scantly, grudgingly; III. iv. 5. 
Scotches, cuts ; IV. vii. 10. 
Scrupulous, "prying too nicely into 

the merits of either cause"; I. 

iii. 48. 
Seal, make an end (Hanmi-r, "sleep"; 

Johnson conj. " seel" j; IV. xiv. 

49. 
Seel, blind ; a term of falconry ; III. 

xiii. 112. 
Self, same ; V. i. 21. 
Semblable, similar ; III. iv. 3. 



Sennet, a set of notes played on the 

trumpet or cornet ; II. vii. 17 

(direc). 
Several, separate; I. v. 62. 
Shall, will; II. i. I. 
Shards, wing-cases of beetles ; III. 

ii. 20. 
Should make, ought to have made ; 

V. i. 14. 
Shown, appeared, shown yourselves; 

IV. viii. 7. 
, made a show of, exhibited ; 

IV. xii. 36. 

Sho-ws, seems, appears; I. ii. 165. 

Shrezud, bad ; IV. ix. 5. 

Shro-wd, shelter, protection ("Han- 

mer, " shro-wd, the great," ; Collier 

MS., " shroivd, -who is"; Bulloch 

conj. " stewardship" ; Gould conj. 

" shield") ; III. xiii. 71. 
Signs; "it s. well," it is a good 

omen ; IV. iii. 14. 
Sirs, used with reference to the 

waiting-women; IV. xv. 85. 
Snare, trap ; IV. viii. 18. 
So, if only (according to some = 

thus) ; I. iii. 73. 

, if; III. xiii. 15. 

Sober, modest, demure; V. ii. 54. 
Soils, blemishes (Folios, "foyles" 

and "foyls"; Collier conj. 

"foibles"); I. iv. 24. 
Something, somewhat ; IV viii. 2c : 

V. ii.' 348. 

Soonest, quickest ; III. iv. 27. 
Soothsay, predict : I. ii. 48. 
Sottish, stupid ; IV. xv. 79. 
Space, space of time, time enough ; 

II. i. 31. 
Spaniel'd, followed like a spaniel, a 

dog ; IV. xii. 21. 
Speeds, succeeds, prospers ; II. iii. 35. 
Spot, disgrace; IV. xii. 35. 
Spritely, lively; IV. vii. 15. 
Square, quarrel, fight ; II. i. 45 ; III. 

xiii. 41. 
; "kept my square," i.e. kept 

my rule, proper position, " kept 

straight " ; II. iii. 6. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Square, fair, just; II. ii. 188. 

Squares, squadrons ; III. xi. 40. 

Stablishment, settled inheritance ; III. 
vi. 9. 

Staged, exhibited publicly; III. xiii. 30. 

Stain, eclipse (Theobald, "strain"; 
Warburton MS., and Boswell 
conj., adopted by Collier (ed. 2), 
"stay"; Jackson conj. "stun," 
etc.) ; III. iv. 27. 

Stall, dwell ; V. i. 39. 

Stand on, be particular about ; IV. 
iv. 31. 

Stands upon; " s. our lives U.," i.e. 
concerns us, as we value our 
lives ; II. i. 50. 

Station, mode of standing; III. iii. 22. 

Stays upon, awaits; I. ii. 116. 

Steer, direct, control ; V. i. 32. 

Still, continually, always ; III. ii. 60. 

Stirr'd, roused, incited ; I. i. 43. 

Stomach, inclination ; II. ii. 50. 

, resent; III. iii. 12. 

Stomaching, giving way to resent- 
ment ; II. ii. 9. 

Straight, straightway, immediately ; 
II. ii. 171 ; IV. xii. 3. 

Strangler, destroyer (Folios 2, 3, 4, 
" stranger " ; Rowe, " estranger ") ; 
II. vi. 122. 

Stray d, destroyed ; III. xi. 54. 

Studied; " well s.," desire earnestly; 

II. vi. 48. 

Subscribe, sign ; IV. v. 14. 
Success, result, issue; III. v. 6. 
Such, very great, very considerable ; 

III. iii. 44. 

Suffer, sustain loss or damage ; III. 

xiii. 34. 
Sufficing, sufficient; IV. xiv. 117. 
Sum ; " the s.," i.e. tell me the whole 

in few words ; I. i. 18. 
Sivorder, gladiator; III. xiii. 31. 
Synod, the assembly of the gods ; 

III. x. 5. 

Tabourmes, drums ; IV. viii. 37. 
Take in, take, conquer; I. i. 23; 
HI. vii. 24. 



I Tall, sturdy ; II. vi. 7. 

I Targes, targets, shields ; II. vi. 40. 

I Teeth; "from his t.," not from his 

heart ; III. iv. 10. 
i Telamon, Ajax Telamon ; IV. xiii. 2. 
Temper, freedom from excess ; I, i. 8. 
Temperance, chastity ; III. xiii. 121. 

, moderation, calmness ; V. ii. 

48. 
Tended; " t. her i' the eyes," watched 

her very look ; II. ii. 210. 
Terrene, terrestrial, earthly ; III. xiii. 

'53- 

Thanks, thanks for (Capell conj. 
11 thanks for"); V. ii. 21. 

Them, themselves (Capell's emenda- 
tion ; Folios, u his"; Theobald, 
"their"); III. vi. 88. 

Theme; "was th. for you," was 
undertaken in your interest ; II. 
ii. 44. 

Thereabouts , of that opinion ; III. x. 30. 

Thetis; "my Th.," i.e. "my sea- 
goddess " ; III. vii. 61. 

Thick; "so th.," i.e. in such quick 
succession ; I. v. 63. 

Thickens, grows dim ; II. iii. 27. 

Think ; " th. and die." i.e. " despond 
and die" (Hanmer, "Brink"; 
Tyrwhitt conj. " Wink"; Becket 
conj. " Sivink ") ; III. xiii. 1. 

Thought, sorrow ; IV. vi. 36. 

Throes, puts in agony (Folios 1, 2, 
3, " throzues " ; Folio 4, " throivs "; 
perhaps " throivs forth " = brings 
forth); III. vii. 81. 

Throiv upon, bestow upon ; I. ii. 189. 

Tight, able, adroit; iV. iv. 15. 

Timelier, earlier ; II. vi. 52. 

Tinct, tincture ; I. v. 37. 

Tires, head-dresses, head-gear; II. 
v. 22. 

Token d ; " the t. pestilence," 
spotted plague ; " the death of 
those visited by the plague was 
certain when particular eruptions 
appeared on the skin ; and these 
werecalled Goat tokens " (Steevens |; 
III. x. 9. 



Glossary 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Top, height of; V. i. 43. 

7b'/, to get to it ; III. x. 32. 

Touch, attain ; V. ii. 330. 

Touches, sensations, feelings ; I.ii.182. 

Toivard, in preparation ; II. vi. 74. 

Toys, trifles ; V. ii. 166. 

Treaties, proposals for a treaty ; III. 

xi. 62. 
Triple, third ; I. i. 12. 
Triplc-ium , J, three times faithless 

(Jackson conj. " triple-trait? 'd" ); 

IV. xii. 13. 
Trull, worthless woman ; III. vi. 95. 
Turpitude, extreme baseness; IV. vi. 

33- 

Undoing, destruction ; V. ii. 44. 
Unequal, Unjust ; II. v. IOI. 
Unfolded, exposed; V. ii. 170. 
Unnoble, ignoble; III. xi. 50. 
Unpolicied, devoid of policy : V. ii. 

308. 
Unpurposed, not intended ; IV. xiv. 

84. 
Unqualified, deprived of his character | 

and faculties ; III. xi. 44. 
Unseminard, destitute of seed ; I. v. : 

"' ,. 

Unstate, divest of estate and dignity : ' 

III. xiii. 30. 

Unto, over ; II. ii. 145. 

Upon the river, upon the shores of ' 
the river ; II. ii. 190. 

Urge; "did u. me in his act," 
"made use of my name as a 
pretence for the war" (War- 
burton) ; II. ii. 46. 

Urgent, pressing; I. ii. 182. 

Use ; " in u. ," in usufruct : I. iii. 44. 

Use, are used, are accustomed; II. 
v. 32. 

Useful, usefully ; IV. xiv. 80. 

Vacancy, empty and idle time; I. | 

iv. 26. 
Vantage, advantage ; III. x. 12. 
Varletry, rabble (Folio I, "Vat- | 

lotarie" ; Folios 2, 3. 4, •'■Vat- 



Vessels; "strike the v.," i.e. "tap 
the casks "(?'• strike your cups 
together"); II. vii. 100. 

Vials; "sacred v.," "alluding to 
the lachrymatory vials, or bottles 
of tears, which the Romans 
sometimes put into the urn of a 
friend"; I. iii. 63. (Cp. illus- 
tration.) 




lot) 



56. 



From specimens found in Roman 
cemeteries in England. 

Vie, contend with, rival; "v. strange 
forms with fancy,''/.,, "contend 
with, rival, fancy in producing 
strange forms " ; V. ii. 98. 

View ; "to my sister's v.,'' to see 
my sister ; II. ii. 169. 

Virtue, valour; IV. viii. 17. 

Waged, were opposed to each other 
(Folio 2, "way"- Folios 3, 4, 
"may"; Rowe, " weigh'J" ; Rit- 
son conj. " Wei^h" ); V. i. 31. 

Wail'd, bewailed fill, ii. 58. 

Waned, faded (Folios, "wand"; 
Johnson conj. ''fond"); II. i. 21. 

Wassails, carousing (Pope's emen- 
dation of Folios 1, 2, 3, " Vas- 
sailes" and "Vassails"; Folio 4, 
" Vassals") ; I. i v. 56. 

Wi'y ' s, way he is (so Folio 4 : Folios 
1,2.3," "''■"/•*-' " ; Hanmer. •• -way 
he's ") ; II. v. 117. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Glossary 



Weet, wit, know ; I. i. 39. 

Well saU, well done; IV. iv. 28. 

Wharfs, banks; II. ii. 216. 

What, why (Collier MS.," Why"); 
V. ii. 313. 

Which, who ; I. ii. 4. 

Whipped ivith -wire; II. v. 65. (The 
engraving 1 represents two Roman 
whips. The thongs of the larger 
one are set with bones taken from 
sheeps' feet, the other is com- 
posed of metal knobs and chains.) 

Whole, well again , IV. viii 11. 

Windoived, placed in a window ; IV. 
xiv. 72. 

With, by ; I. i. 56 ; III. x. 7 ; V. ii, 
17L 



With's, with us; III. i. 36. 

Woo't, wouldst thou (Capell, 

" W vt 't"); IV. ii. 7. 
Words, flatters with words, cajoles ; 

V. ii. 191. 
Worhy-day, ordinary; I. ii. 51. 
Worm, snake; V. ii. 243. 
Worst, knowest; I. v. 22. 
Wrong ted. misled (Capell," tvrong'd'' ; 

III. vi. 80. 

Tare, light, active; III. vii. 39. 

, ready; III. xiii. 131. 

, be quick ; V. ii. 283. 

Yarely, readily; II. ii. 214. 
Yield, reward, requite ; IV. ii. 
33- 




Roman whips (Sec II. v. 6^.) 



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Notes. 

I. 1. 18. ' Grates me: the sum.' \ Folio I, ' Grates me, the summe.' ; Folios 
2, 3, ' Hate me, the summed ; Rowe, ' Rate me the sum,' ; Pope, ' It grates me. 
Tell the sum.' ; Capell, l 'T grates me : — The sum.' ; Steevens ( 1793), ' Grates 
me: — The sum.'. 

I. i. 60-61. 'liar, -who Thus speaks of him' ; Pope reads ' liar Fame, IVho 
speaks him thus. 

I. ii. 5. 'charge'; Warburton and Southern MS. conj., adopted by 
Theobald ; Folios, ' change ' ; Jackson conj. ' chain ' ; Williams conj. ' 'hang.' 

I. ii. 38. 'fertile'; Warburton conj., adopted by Theobald; Folios, 
'foretell' and 'foretel' ; Pope, 'foretold'; Collier MS. , 'fruitful.' 

1. ii. 59-60. 'Alexas, — come' ; Theobald's reading of the Folio text, where 
Alexas is erroneously printed as though the name of the speaker. 

1. ii. 79. ' Saiv you my lord?' ; so Folios 2, 3, 4; Folio I reads ' Saue 
you, my lord.' 

I. ii. 100-105. 1 ne arrangement of the text was first given by Steevens. 

I. ii. in. 'minds'; Warburton conj., adopted by Hanmer; Folios 1, 
2, ' luindes ' ; Collier conj. ' taints.' 

1. ii. 129. 'enchanting' ; so Folio 1 ; omitted in Folios 2, 3, 4; Rowe 
reads ' JEgyptian.' 

I. ii. 138. ' a compelling occasion'; Rowe's emendation of Folios, 'a 
compelling an occasion ' ; Nicholson conj. ' so compelling an occasion,' etc. 

I. ii. 195-196. ' like the courser's hair,' etc., alluding to the popular 
notion that horsehair put into water will turn into a snake or worm. 

I. iv. 3. ' Our' ; Heath and Johnson conj., adopted by Singer; Folios, 
' One ' ; Hanmer, ' A.' 

I. iv. 22. 'as' ; Johnson conj. 'and.' 

I. iv. 46. 'lackeying' ; ' lacquying,' Theobald's correction from Anon. 
MS.; Folios, 'lacking'; Pope, • lashing' ; Southern MS., 'backing.' 

1. v. 48. 'an arm -gaunt ' ; Folios, 'an Arme-gaunt' ; Hanmer, 'an arm- 
girt'; Mason conj., adopted by Steevens, 1793, 'a termagant'; Jackson 
conj. 'a -war-gaunt'; Boaden conj., adopted by Singer, ' an arrogant'; 
Lettsom conj. 'a r amp aunt ' ; the latter ingenious emendation certainly 
commends itself; unless ' arm-gaunt '—' having lean fore-limbs.' 

I. v. 50. 'beastly'; Hanmer, 'beast-like'; Collier MS., ' boastfully' ' ; 
Becket conj. 'basely.' 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Notes 




211. ' And made their bends 
; i.e. "and made their very 



II. i. 10. ' poivers are crescent' ; Theobald reads, ' poiv'r's a crescent' • 
Becket conj. ' poiver is crescent ' ; Anon. conj. ' poivers a-crescent.' 

II. ii. 44. ' Was theme for you] i.e. 'had you for its theme'; Johnson 
conj. ' Had theme from you ' • Collier (ed. 2), ' For theme ivas you ' ; Staunton 
conj. ' Had you for theme'' Orson conj, ' Was knoivn for yours' etc. 

II. ii. ill. ' your considerate stone' i.e. 'I am silent as a stone'; Heath 
conj. ' your confederates love'; Johnson, 'your considerate ones'-. Blackstone 

conj. ' your consideratest one,' etc., etc. 
II. ii, 

adorning. 

act of obeisance an improvement on 
their beauty" (Steevens); the pas- 
sage has been variously interpreted, 
but this seems the simplest solution. 
II. ii. 218. 'Antony, enthroned i' the 
market-place, did sit alone.' A good 
idea of the public enthronement of 
the Roman emperors is afforded by 
the accompanying engraving of a 
coin of Trajan. The emperor super- 
intends the bestowal of gifts upon 
' Anthony, enthroned V the market-place, his citizens by his steward. 

did sit alone: ,, ;;;_ ,_ « my frayert t . Rowe 

reads ' in prai/crs '; Collier M.S., ' ivith prayers.' 

II. iii. 22. ' a fear' ; Collier (ed. 2), Thirlby conj. ' afcard' ; S. Walker 
conj. ' afear 

II. iii. 30. 'he aivay, 'tis' ; Pope's 
emendation of Folio 1, • lie alivay 
'tis ' ; Folios 2, 3, 4, ' he alivay is.' 

II. iii. 36. ' His cocls do -win the 
battle.' The accompanying repre- 
sentation of a cock-fight, presided 
over by two genii deeply interested 
in the game, is derived from a bus- 
relief on an ancient Roman lump in 
terra cotta. 

II. iii. 3X. •inhonp'd,' i.e. enclosed 
in a hoop ; Hanmer, ' in-coop'd ' ; 
.Seward conj., adopted by Capell 
' in ivhoop d-at . 

II. v. 12. ' Taiuny-finn d' ; Theobul 
fine' ; Rowe reads ' Taivny-fm.' 




J I is cocks do win the hat tic' 
emendation of Folios, ' Taivny- 



Notes 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



II. v. 1 03. ' That art not what thon'r! sure of! ' • Hanmer, ' That sai/st but 
•what thou ' rt sure of "' ; Johnson COtlj. 'Z hat art — not ivhat? — Thou rt sure oil 't ,' 
etc. ; perhaps the words of the text mean ' that art not the evil thing 
of which thou art so certain '; other interpretations have been advanced. 

II. v. 116. ' Though he be painted one -way like a Gorgonf alluding' to the 
old 'perspective' pictures showing one picture from one point of view, 
another from another standpoint. 

II. vii. 52. ' the tears of it are ivet ' ; 
Topsell's History of Serpents (1608) 
refers to the 'common proverbe 
crocodili lachrimee.' (The popular six- 
teenth century notions of the form 
of the crocodile is seen in the an- 
nexed engraving, which is copied 
from an old woodcut.) 

II. vii. 76. 'there'; Pope, '//««'; 
Steevens conj. '■theirs.'' 

II. vii. 97. 'increase the reels' ; 
Steevens ' and grease the "wheels ; 
Douce ' increase the revels.' 

II. vii. 115. 'bear'-, Theobald's 
emendation : Folios, ' beat.' 

III. v. 14. ' Then, ivorld, thou hast' ; 
Hanmer's emendation ; Folios, 'Then 

ivould thou hadst ' ; Warburton MS., ' Then ivould thou hast ' 
Theobald's reading of Folios, 'chaps no.' 

III. vi. 53. ' left unloved' \ Collier MS , 'held unloved'; Singer conj., 
adopted by Hudson, 'felt unloved' ; Seymour conj. ' If t unvalued' 

III. vii. e > . ' ]f not denounced against us'; Hanmer reads, ' Is' I not denoune'd 
'gainst us P ' ; Jackson conj. ' Is't not ? Denounce against us I ' ; etc, 

III. vii. 69 ' his ivhole action groivs Not in the poiver on't,' i.e. "his whole 
conduct in the war is not founded upon that which is his greatest 
strength, namely, his land force, but on the caprice of a woman," etc. 
(Malonej. 

HI. xii. 13. 'lessens'; Folio, 'Lessons ' Mr A. E. Thiselton, in sup- 
port of the Folio reading, which he interprets ' schools' or 'disciplines,' 
calls attention to the initial capital letter indicating ' an emphasis 
which the feeble lessens would hardly carry.' 

III. xii. 28-29. ' And in our name, ivhat she requires ; add more, From thine 
invention, offers'; Grant White conj. ' What she requires; and in our name 
add more Offers from thine invention' ; Walker, 'and more . . . From thine 
invention offer. 




c The tears of it are 7tie/.' 

chaps , 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Notes 



III. xiii. 162. ' Casarion smite'; Hanmer's emendation ; Folios, • Casarian 
smile. ' 

IV. iv. 3. 'mine'; Folios, 'thine.' 

IV. iv. 5-8. The text follows Malone's arrangement and reading (vide 

Cambridge Edition, Note VIA 

IV. v. 17. 'Dispatch. Enobarbus ! " ; Steevens (1773) reading ; Folio 1, 

'Dispatch Enobarbus'; Folio 2, 'Dispatch Eros'; Folios 3, 4, 'Dispatch, 

Eros'; Pope, ' dispatch my Eros'; Johnson conj. 'Dispatch! To Enobarbus!'; 

Capell, 'Dispatch.- — Enobarbus !'; Rann, 'Eros! Dispatch' ; Ritson conj., 

adopted by Steevens 1793, 'Eros, despatch'; Anon. conj. ' Domitius 

F.norbarbus ! '. 

IV. vi. 13. 'persuade' ; Rowe's correction of Folios, ' disstuade.' 

IV. viii. 23. 'favouring' ; Theobald's emendation of Folios, 'savouring.' 

IV. xii. 25. 'soul'; Capell, 'soil'; Singer (ed. 2) from Collier MS., 

'spell'; S. Walker conj. 'snake': 'grave'; Pope reads 'gai/'; Collier 

(ed. 2) from Collier MS., 'great'; Singer (ed. 2), 'grand.' 
IV. xiv. 87. 'Lothee'; Grant White conj. ,' Lo there.' 
IV. xv. 10. 'Bum the great sphere'; Hanmer, ' Turn from the sphere'] 

Warburton, ' Turn from th' great sphere.' 

IV. xv. ii. 'shore'; Staunton conj., adopted by Hudson, 'star.' 

IV. xv. 21. ' I dare not ' ; Malone conj. ' I dare not descend' ; Ritson conj., 

adopted by Wordsworth, ' / dare not come down ' ; Anon, conj., from 

Plutarch, ' / dare not ope the gates ' ; etc. 

IV. XV. 44. 'the false housewije For- 
tune break her ivheel.' (Cp. illustration.) 

IV. XV. 73. ' No more, but e'en a 
ivoman'; Capell's version; Folios read 
' No more but in a Woman ' ; Rowe, 'No 
more but a meer ivoman ; Johnson conj., 
adopted by Steevens, 1773, 1778, 'No 
more — but e'en a ivoman.' 

V. i. 15. 'crack; the round world'] 
Steevens conj. 'crack than this: the 
ruin d -world' ; Singer conj. 'crack; tin- 
round world convulsive' ; Nicholson 
conj. ' crack: the round world in rendinv ; 
Daniel conj. ' crack in the round world' ; 
etc. 

Collier MS., • Split that self noble heart'; 




' Fortune anil her wheel.' 
Krorn a largo brass coin of Gonlian. 



V. i. 24. ' Spitted the heart 

Elze conj. • Split/, d that vet,/ he 

V. i. 5y-6o. ' live To be tin 



Rowe (ed. 2) and South 



MS. 



Notes 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA 



Folios read ' leaue to be ungentle ' ; Capell, '■Leave to be gentle'; Tyrwhitt 
conj. ' learn To be ungentle' ; Gould conj. ' bear to be ungentle.' 

V. ii. 7. ' dug' ; Warburton conj., adopted by Theobald, ; dugg '; Folios, 
' dung ' ; Nicholson conj . ' tongue ' ; Cartwright conj. ' -wrong ' ; Bailey conj. 
' i/oom.' 

V. ii. 50. ' necessary' ; Hanmer, ' accessary' ; Malone conj. 'necessary, I'll 
not so much as syllable a ivord' ; Ritson conj. ' necessary, I ivill not speak ; if 
sleep be necessary.' 

V. ii. 87. ' an autumn 'ttvas'; Theobald and Thirlby conj. ; Folios read 
an Anthony it ivas ' ; etc. 

V. ii. 104. 'smites'; Capell's emendation ; Folios 1, 2, 'suites'; Folios 
j, 4, 'suits'; Pope 'shoots.' I am inclined to agree with Mr A. E. 
Thiselton that Pope's correction is unimpeachable. 

V. ii. 174. 'my chance] i.e. my changed fortune, lot; Hanmer reads 
'mischance'; S. Walker conj. 'my change'; Ingleby conj., adopted by 
Hudson, ' my glance.' 

V. ii. 178-179. 'We ansiver others' merits in our name, Are'; Malone's 
reading ; Folios, ' We ansiver others merits, in our name Are' ; etc 

V. ii. 352 'caves'; so Folios 2, 3, 4; Folio 1, ' caues ' Barry conj. 
'canes'; Anon. conj. 'eaves'; Perring conj. 'course. 




mnwm 



' The barge sbe sat in ' (II. ii. 194.) 
From a wall-painting on the tomb of Kauieses III., at Thebes. 



PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE 



Preface. 

The Early Editions. Pericles, Prince of 'Tyre, was first published, 
in quarto, in 1609, with the following title-page: — 

"The late, | And much admired Play, | Called | Pericles, Prince | of 
Tyre. I With the true Relation of the whole Historie, | aduentures, and 
fortunes of the said Prince : | As also, | The no lesse strange, and worthy 
accidents, | in the Birth and Life, of his Daughter | MARIANA. | As it 
hath been diuers and sundry times acted by | his Maiesties Seruants, at 
the Globe on | the Banckside. | By William Shakespeare. | Imprinted at 
London for Henry Gossan, and are I to be sold at the signe ol the Sunne 
in I Paternoster row, &c. | 1609. | " * 

A second quarto appeared in the same year ; a third in 161 1 ; a fourth 
in 1619; a fifth in 1630; a sixth in 1635. 

These quarto editions are sufficient evidence for the popularity of the 
play ; its omission from the First and Second Folios is all the more 
significant: it was reprinted, however, from the Sixth Quarto, in the 
Folios of 1664 and 1685, which included "seven plays never before 
printed in Folio," viz. : Pericles, Prince of Tyre ; The London Prodigal ; The 
History of Thomas, Lord Cromwell; Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Col/ham; The 
Puritan Widoiv ; A Yorkshire Tragedy ; The Tragedy of L,ocrine. 

The Authenticity of the Play. In dealing with the author- 
ship of Pericles two facts must be borne in mind: — (i.) the verdict of the 
Editors of the First Folio in rejecting it from their volume; (ii.) the 
early allusions and early traditions which associate the play with Shake- 
speare's name; thus, in 1646, S. Shepherd wrote: — 

" with Sophocles we may 
Compare great Shakespeare: Aristophanes 
Never like him his Fancy could display. 
Witness the Prince of J'yre, his l'ericles." 

The writer of these lines must have been voicing the opinion of many 

* This Quarto arid the Second have been reproduced in facsimile in I)r FurnivaU's 
Quarto-Scries. 



Preface PERICLES, 

enthusiastic spectators of " the much-admired play"; J. Tatham, how- 
ever, uttered the views of the more critical faction, when in 1652 he 
quoted this censure : — 

' ' Shakespeare, the Plebeian driller, was 
Foundered in's Pericles, and must not pass." 

" Pericles" indeed seems to have become almost proverbial for a bad play 
successful in hitting the tastes of the masses. 

"And if it prove so happy as to please. 
We'll say 'tis fortunate like Pericles" ; 

so wrote Robert Tailor, in the Prologue to " 77*,? Hog hath lost his Pearl." 
Ben Jonson in his Ode " Come leaue the loathed stage'" (1629-30). singled 
out for special scorn 

" some mouldy tale 
Like Pericles" ; 

while Owen Feltham reminded him frankly that certain portions of his 

own " Neiv Inn " 

" throw a stain 
Through all the unlikely plot, and do displease 
As deep as Pericles." 

It must be observed that there is no reference in these latter quotations 
to Shakespeare's alleged authorship. Subsequently, Dryden accepted the 
play, while Pope rejected it, and the early editors down to the time of 
Malone followed his example ; since the time of Steevens it has been 
included in the Canon, its doubtful character, however, being generally 
recognised. " I must acquit," wrote Steevens in opposition to Malone's 
views, "even the irregular and lawless Shakespeare of having constructed 
the fabric of the drama, though he has certainly bestowed some decora- 
tion on its parts. Yet even this decoration, like embroidery on a blanket, 
only serves by contrast to expose the meanness of the original materials." 
Happily modern criticism corroborates the judgment of the First Editors, 
condemns a great part of Pericles as altogether un-Shakespearian, and 
relieves the poet of all the offensive and loathsome scenes of "the mouldy 
tale." Shakespeare's hand cannot be traced in the first two Acts, nor in 
the coarse portions of Act IV., viz. Scenes ii., v., and vi., his work is 
"the strange and worthy accidents in the Birth and Life of Marina," 
and is to be found in the last three acts of the play. Mr Fleay has 
extracted the precious metal from the alloy, and the result is a charming 
Shakespearian Romance * — " a kind of prologue" to the glorious group 

* Published by the New Shakesptare Society, 1874. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Preface 

of "Romances" belonging to the close of his literary career (vide Pre- 
faces to Cymbeline, Tempest, Winters Tale). 

Date of Composition. The date inferred from the connection of 
the "Marina portion" of Pericles with the last plays of Shakespeare is 
borne out by external evidence, as well as by more minute internal con- 
siderations. The title-page of the first edition, the reference to it as "a 
new play" in a metrical pamphlet entitled Pimlyco published in 1609, 
the publication in 1608 of a novel based upon it " as lately represented," 
all point to circa 1607-8 as the date of Shakespeare's part: this view is 
strongly confirmed by metrical tests which make it contemporary with 
" Antony and Cleopatra." 

No scholar would now venture to support Dryden's statement in his 
Prologue to Davenant's Circe, 1675 : — 

" Shakes/ ear's own Muse her Pericles first bore, 
The Prince of Tyre was elder than the Moor ; 
' Tis miracle to see a first good play ; 
All Hawthorns do not bloom on Christinas-day." 

George Wilkins and Pericles. It is possible to differentiate no 
less than three styles in the play of Pericles. Shakespeare's share has 
already been assigned to him : in all probability Act IV. Sc. v. and vi. 
are not by the author of the first two Acts and the short line chorus. 
The author of the latter portion was certainly George Wilkins, who in 
1608 brought out a novel, " being the true history of the play, as it was 
lately presented by the worthy and ancient poet, John Gower"; he lays 
claim to the play as a ' poor infant of his brain,' and his claim is justifi- 
able (vide Delius, Preface to Pericles, and especially Mr Fleay's valuable 
essay on "Pericles," read before the Neiu Shakespeare Society, 1874). 

The third author may have been W. Rowley, who was joined with 
Wilkins and John Day in writing " The Travels of the three English 
Brothers," etc. ; this point is, however, a matter of conjecture, and the 
evidence is not altogether convincing. 

Sources < i the Plot. The direct sources of Pericles were Laurence 
Twine's Patternc of Painful Adventures, published in 1 576, and Gower's 
collection of metrical tales called " Confessio Amantis "; both these works 
were consulted for the famous story of Apollonius of Tyre. Gower was 
indebted for his tale to Godfrey of Viterbo's Pantheon, a Latin work of the 
12th century; Twine probably reprinted an earlier 16th century version, 
derived from a French source. The story was among the most wide- 
spread stories of the Middle Ages; its original was probably in Greek ; 



DRAMATIS PERSONS 

ANTIOCHUS, ting of Antioch. 

Pericles, prince of Tyre. 

Helicanus, ^ , . . _. 

\ ttvo lords of J tire. 
ESCANES, j 

SlMONIDES, ting of Pentapolis. 

Cleon, governor of Tarsus. 

LvsiMACHUS ; governor of Mytilene, 

Cerimon, a lord of Ephesus . 

Thaliard, a lord of Antioch. 

PlIILEMON, servant to Cerimon. 

Leonine, servant to Dionyza. 

Marshal. 

A Pandar. 

BouLT, his servant. 

The daughter of Antiochus. 
Dionyza, ivife to Clean. 
Thaisa, daughter to SimoniJes. 
Marina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. 
LyCHORlDA, nurse to Marina. 

A Bawd. 

Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, 
and Messengers. 

Diana. 

Gower, as Chorus. 
Scene : Dispersedly in various countries. 



Pericles, Prince of Tyre. 



ACT FIRST. 

Enter Goiver. 

Before the palace of Antioch. 

To sing a song that old was sung, 

From ashes ancient Gower is come, 

Assuming man's infirmities, 

To glad your eaf and please your eyes. 

It hath been sung at festivals, 

On ember-eves and holy-ales ; 

And lords and ladies in their lives 

Have read it for restoratives: 

The purchase is to make men glorious ; 

Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius. io 

If you, born in these latter times 

When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes, 

And that to hear an old man sing 

May to your wishes pleasure bring, 

I life would wish, and that I might 

Waste it for you like taper-light. 

This Antioch then Antiochus the Great 

Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat, 

The fairest in all Syria : 

I tell you what mine authors say : 20 

This king unto him took a fere, 

Who died, and left a female heir, 



Act I. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

So buxom, blithe, and full of face 

As heaven had lent her all his grace ; 

With whom the father liking took, 

And her to incest did provoke : 

Bad child, worse father ! to entice his own 

To evil should be done by none : 

But custom what they did begin 

Was with long use account no sin. 30 

The beauty of this sinful dame 

Made many princes thither frame, 

To seek her as a bed-fellow, 

In marriage-pleasures play-fellow : 

Which to prevent he made a law, 

To keep her still and men in awe, 

That whoso ask'd her for his wife, 

His riddle told not, lost his life : 

So for her many a wight did die. 

As yon grim looks do testify. 40 

What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye 

I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit. 

Scene I. 

Antioch. A room in the palace. 
Enter Antiochus , Prince Pericles and Followers. 

Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received 

The danger of the task you undertake. 
Per. I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul 

Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, 

Think death no hazard in this enterprise. 
Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, 

For the embracements even of Jove himself; 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. i. 

At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd, 
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence, 
The senate-house of planets all did sit, io 

To knit in her their best perfections. 

Musk. Enter Antiochus Daughter. 

Per. See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring, 
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king 
Of every virtue gives renown to men ! 
Her face the book of praises, where is read 
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence 
Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath 
Could never be her mild companion. 
You gods that made me man and sway in love, 
That have inflamed desire in my breast 20 

To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree 
Or die in the adventure, be my helps, 
As I am son and servant to your will, 
To compass such a boundless happiness ! 

Ant. Prince Pericles, — 

Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. 

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, 

With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd ; 
For death-like dragons here affright thee hard : 
Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view 30 

Her countless glory, which desert must gain ; 
And which, without desert, because thine eye 
Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die. 
Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself, 
Drawn by report, adventurous by desire, 
Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale, 
That without covering, save yon field of stars, 



Act I. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Here they stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars ; 

And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist 

For going on death's net, whom none resist. 40 

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught 
My frail mortality to know itself, 
And by those fearful objects to prepare 
This body, like to them, to what I must ; 
For death remember'd should be like a mirror, 
Who tells us life 's but breath, to trust it error. 
I '11 make my will then, and, as sick men do, 
Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe 
Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did, 
So I bequeath a happy peace to you 50 

And all good men, as every prince should do ; 
My riches to the earth from whence they came ; 
But my unspotted fire of love to you. [To the Princess. 
Thus ready for the way of life or death, 
I wait the sharpest blow. 

Ant. Scorning advice : read the conclusion then : 
Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, 
As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed. 

Daugh. Of all 'say'd yet, mayst thou prove prosperous ! 
Of all 'say'd yet, I wish thee happiness ! 60 

Per. Like a bold champion I assume the lists, 
Nor ask advice of any other thought 
But faithfulness and courage. 

He reads the riddle. 

' I am no viper, yet I feed 
On mother's flesh which did me breed. 
I sought a husband, in which labour 
I found that kindness in a father : 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. i. 

He 's father, son, and husband mild ; 

I mother, wife, and yet his child. 

How they may be, and yet in two, 70 

As you will live, resolve it you.' 
[Aside] Sharp physic is the last : but, O you powers 
That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts, 
Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, 
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it ? 
Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still, 
Were not this glorious casket stored with ill : 
But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt ; 
For he \s no man on whom perfections wait 
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate. 80 

You are a fair viol and your sense the strings, 
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music, 
Would draw heaven down and all the gods, to hearken, 
But being play'd upon before your time, 
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime. 
Good sooth, I care not for you. 
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life, 
For that 's an article within our law, 
As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired : 
Either expound now or receive your sentence. 00 

Per. Great king, 

Few love to hear the sins they love to act ; 
'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it. 
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, 
He \s more secure to keep it shut than shown : 
For vice repeated is like the wandering wind, 
Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself; 
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, 
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear 



Act I. Sc. 1. PERICLES, 

To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole 
casts loo 

Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd 
By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for't. 
Kings are earth's gods ; in vice their law 's their will ; 
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill ? 
It is enough you know ; and it is fit, 
What being more known grows worse, to smother it. 
All love the womb that their first being bred, 
Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. 

Ant. \_Aside~\ Heaven, that I had thy head ! He has found 
the meaning : 
But I will gloze with him. — Young prince of Tyre, 
Though by the tenour of our strict edict, in 

Your exposition misinterpreting, 
We might proceed to cancel of your days ; 
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree 
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise : 
Forty days longer we do respite you ; 
If by which time our secret be undone, 
This mercy shows we '11 joy in such a son : 
And until then your entertain shall be 
As doth befit our honour and your worth. 120 

[Exeunt all but Pericles. 

Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin, 
When what is done is like an hypocrite, 
The which is good in nothing but in sight ! 
If it be true that I interpret false, 
Then were it certain you were not so bad 
As with foul incest to abuse your soul ; 
Where now you 're both a father and a son, 
By your untimely claspings with your child, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. i. 

Which pleasure fits a husband, not a father ; 

And she an eater of her mother's flesh, 1 30 

By the defiling of her parent's bed ; 

And both like serpents are, who though they feed 

On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed. 

Antioch, farewell ! for wisdom sees, those men 

Blush not in actions blacker than the night, 

Will shun no course to keep them from the light. 

One sin, I know, another doth provoke j 

Murder 's as near to lust as flame to smoke : 

Poison and treason are the hands of sin, 

Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame : 140 

Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear, 

By flight I '11 shun the danger which I fear. [Exit. 

Re-enter Antiochus. 

Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which we mean 
To have his head. 

He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, 
Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin 
In such a loathed manner : 
And therefore instantly this prince must die ; 
For by his fall my honour must keep high. 
Who attends us there ? 

Enter Thaliard. 

Thai. Doth your highness call ? 150 

A?it. Thaliard, 

You are of our chamber, and our mind partakes 

Her private actions to your secrecy : 

And for your faithfulness we will advance you. 

Thaliard, behold, here 's poison, and here 's gold ; 



Act l - Sc - "• PERICLES, 

We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him : 

It fits thee not to ask the reason why, 

Because we bid it. Say, is it done ? 
Thai. My lord, 

'Tis done. 
Ant. Enough. 1 60 

Enter a Messenger. 

Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. 

Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is fled. [Exit. 

Ant. As thou 

Wilt live, fly after : and like an arrow shot 
From a well experienced archer hits the mark 
His eye doth level at, so thou ne'er return 
Unless thou say ' Prince Pericles is dead.' 

Thai. My lord, 

If I can get him within my pistol's length, 
I '11 make him sure enough : so, farewell to your 
highness. 169 

Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! [Exit Thai.'] Till Pericles be dead, 
My heart can lend no succour to my head. [Exit. 

Scene II. 

Tyre. A room in the palace. 
Enter Pericles. 

Per. [To Lords without] Let none disturb us. Why 

should this change of thoughts, 
The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy, 
Be my so used a guest as not an hour, 
In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, 
The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me 

quiet ? 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. ii. 

Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun 

them, 
And danger, which I fear'd, is at Antioch, 
Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : 
Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, 
Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. io 

Then it is thus : the passions of the mind, 
That have their first conception by mis-dread, 
Have after-nourishment and life by care •, 
And what was first but fear what might be done, 
Grows elder now and cares it be not done. 
And so with me : the great Antiochus, 
'Gainst whom I am too little to contend, 
Since he's so great can make his will his act, 
Will think mc speaking, though I swear to silence ; 
Nor boots it me to say I honour him, 20 

If he suspect I may dishonour him : 
And what may make him blush in being known, 
He'll stop the course by which it might be known : 
With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land, 
And with the ostent of war will look so huge, 
Amazement shall drive courage from the state, 
Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist, 
And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence : 
Which care of them, not pity of myself, 
Who am no more but as the tops of trees 30 

Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them, 
Makes both my body pine and soul to languish, 
And punish that before that he would punish. 

1'. titer liclit tinus, nvith other Lords. 
First Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast ! 



Act I. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Sec. Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, 

Peaceful and comfortable ! 
He/. Peace, peace, and give experience tongue. 

They do abuse the king that flatter him : 

For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; 

The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, 40 

To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing ; 

Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, 

Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. 

Whe'n Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace, 

He flatters you, makes war upon your life. 

Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please j 

I cannot be much lower than my knees. 
Per. All leave us else ; but let your cares o'erlook 

What shipping and what lading's in our haven, 

And then return to us. \Exeimt Lords. ~] Helicanus, 
thou 50 

Hast moved us : what seest thou in our looks ? 
He/. An angry brow, dread lord. 
Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, 

How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ? 
He/. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence 

They have their nourishment ? 
Per. Thou know'st I have power 

To take thy life from thee. 
He/. \Kneellng\ I have ground the axe myself; 

Do you but strike the blow. 
Per. Rise, prithee, rise : sit down : thou art no flatterer : 

I thank thee for it ; and heaven forbid 61 

That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid ! 

Fit counsellor and servant for a prince, 

Who by thy wisdom makest a prince thy servant, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. ii. 

What wouldst thou have me do ? 

He/. To bear with patience 

Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself. 

Per. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus, 
That minister'st a potion unto me 
That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself. 
Attend me then : I went to Antioch, 70 

Where, as thou know'st, against the face of death, 
I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty, 
From whence an issue I might propagate, 
Are arms to princes and bring joys to subjects. 
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ; 
The rest — hark in thine ear — as black as incest : 
Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father 
Seem'd not to strike, but smooth : but thou know'st 

this, 
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. 
Which fear so grew in me, I hither fled, 80 

Under the covering of a careful night, 
Who seem'd my good protector ; and, being here, 
Bethought me what was past, what might succeed. 
I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants' fears 
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years : 
And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth, 
That I should open to the listening air 
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed, 
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope, 
To lop that doubt, he '11 fill this land with arms, 90 
And make pretence of wrong that I have done him ; 
When all, for mine, if I may call offence, 
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence : 
Which love to all, of which thyself art one, 



Act I. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Who now reprovest me for it, — 

Hel. Alas, sir ! 

Per. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks, 
Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts 
How I might stop this tempest ere it came ; 
And finding little comfort to relieve them, 
I thought it princely charity to grieve them. loo 

Hel. Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak, 
Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear, 
And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant, 
Who either by public war or private treason 
Will take away your life. 
Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while, 
Till that his rage and anger be forgot, 
Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life. 
Your rule direct to any ; if to me, 
Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be. no 

Per. I do not doubt thy faith ; 

But should he wrong my liberties in my absence ? 

Hel. We '11 mingle our bloods together in the earth, 
From whence we had our being and our birth. 

Per. Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus 
Intend my travel, where I '11 hear from thee ; 
And by whose letters I '11 dispose myself. 
The care I had and have of subjects' good 
On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it. 
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath : 120 
Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both : 
But in our orbs we '11 live so round and safe, 
That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince, 
Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince. 

\_Exeufii. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. iii. 

Scene III. 

Tyre. An ante-chamber in the palace. 

Enter Thaliard. 

Thai. So, this is Tyre, and this the court. Here 
must I kill King Pericles ; and if I do -it not, I 
am sure to be hanged at home : 'tis dangerous. 
Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow and had 
good discretion, that, being bid to ask what he 
would of the king, desired he might know none 
of his secrets : now I do see he had some reason 
for 't ; for if a king bid a man be a villain, he 's 
bound by the indenture of his oath to be one. 
Hush ! here come the lords of Tyre. io 

Enter Helicanus and Es canes, ivith other Lords. 

Hel. You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre, 
Further to question me of your king's departure : 
His seal'd commission left in trust with me 
Doth speak sufficiently he 's gone to travel. 

Thai. [Aside] How ! the king gone ! 

Hel. If further yet you will be satisfied, 

Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves, 

He would depart, I '11 give some light unto you. 

Being at Antioch — 

Thai. [Aside] What from Antioch ? 

Hel. Royal Antiochus — on what cause I know not — 20 
Took some displeasure at him ; at least he judged so : 
And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd, 
To show his sorrow, he 'Id correct himself; 



Act I. Sc iv. PERICLES, 

So puts himself unto the shipman's toil, 

With whom each minute threatens life or death. 

Thai. [Aside] Well, I perceive I shall not be hanged 
now, although I would ; but since he 's gone, 
the king's seas must please : he 'scaped the land, 
to perish at the sea. I '11 present myself. Peace 
to the lords of Tyre ! 

Hel. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome. 30 

Thai. From him I come 

With message unto princely Pericles ; 

But since my landing I have understood 

Your lord has betook himself to unknown travels, 

My message must return from whence it came. 

Hel. We have no reason to desire it, 

Commended to our master, not to us : 
Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire, 
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre. 40 

[Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

Tarsus. A room in the Governor s house. 
Enter Cleon the Governor of Tarsus, with Dionyza and others. 

Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, 
And by relating tales of others' griefs, 
See if 'twill teach us to forget our own ? 

Dio. That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it ; 
For who digs hills because they do aspire 
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher. 
O my distressed lord, even such our griefs are ; 
Here they 're but felt, and seen with mischief's eyes, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. iv. 

But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise. 

Cle. O Dionyza, io 

Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it, 
Or can conceal his hunger till he famish ? 
Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep 
Our woes into the air ; our eyes do weep, 
Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim them 

louder ; 
That, if heaven slumber while their creatures want, 
They may awake their helps to comfort them. 
I '11 then discourse our woes, felt several years, 
And wanting breath to speak help me with tears. 

Dio. I '11 do my best, sir. 20 

Cle. This Tarsus, o'er which I have the government, 
A city on whom plenty held full hand, 
For riches strew'd herself even in the streets ; 
Whose towers bore heads so high they kiss'd the 

clouds, 
And strangers ne'er beheld but wonder'd at ; 
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd, 
Like one another's glass to trim them by : 
Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight, 
And not so much to feed on as delight ; 
All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, 30 

The name of help grew odious to repeat. 

Dio. O, 'tis too true. 

Cle. But see what heaven can do ! By this our change, 
These mouths, who but of late earth, sea and air, 
Were all too little to content and please, 
Although they gave their creatures in abundance, 
As houses are defiled for want of use, 
They are now starved for want of exercise 



Act I. Sc. iv. PERICLES, 

Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, 
Must have inventions to delight the taste, 40 

Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it : 
Those mothers who, to nousle up their babes, 
Thought nought too curious, are ready now 
To eat those little darlings whom they loved. 
So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife 
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life : 
Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping ; 
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall 
Have scarce strength left to give them burial. 
Is not this true ? 50 

Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it. 

Cle. O, let those cities that of plenty's cup 
And her prosperities so largely taste, 
With their superfluous riots, hear these tears ! 
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs. 

Enter a Lord. 

Lord. Where 's the lord governor ? 
Cle. Here. 

Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste, 

For comfort is too far for us to expect. 
Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore, 

A portly sail of ships make hitherward. 6 1 

Cle. I thought as much. 

One sorrow never comes but brings an heir, 

That may succeed as his inheritor ; 

And so in ours : some neighbouring nation, 

Taking advantage of our misery, 

Hath stufT'd these hollow vessels with their power, 

To beat us down, the which are down already, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act I. Sc. iv. 

And make a conquest of unhappy me, 

Whereas no glory 's got to overcome. 70 

Lord. That 's the least fear j for, by the semblance 

Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace, 

And come to us as favourers, not as foes. 
Cle. Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat: 

Who makes the fairest show means most deceit. 

But bring they what they will and what they can, 

What need we fear ? 

The ground 's the lowest, and we are half way there. 

Go tell their general we attend him here, 

To know for what he comes and whence he comes 

And what he craves. 81 

Lord. I go, my lord. [Exit. 

Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist ; 

If wars, we are unable to resist. 

Enter Pericles ivith Attendants. 

Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, 
Let not our ships and number of our men 
Be like a beacon fired to amaze your eyes. 
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, 
And seen the desolation of your streets : 
Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, 90 

But to relieve them of their heavy load ; 
And these our ships, you happily may think 
Are like the Trojan horse was stuff d within 
With bloody veins expecting overthrow, 
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread, 
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead. 

All. The gods of Greece protect you ! 
And we '11 pray for you. 
11 x 



Act II. PERICLES, 

Per. Arise, I pray you, rise : 

We do not look for reverence, but for love 
And harbourage for ourself, our ships and men. loo 

Cle. The which when any shall not gratify, 

Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, 

Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves, 

The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils ! 

Till when, — the which I hope shall ne'er be seen — 

Your grace is welcome to our town and us. 

Per. Which welcome we '11 accept ; feast here awhile, 

Until our stars that frown lend us a smile. [Exeunt. 

ACT SECOND. 

Enter Gower. 

Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king 
His child, I wis, to incest bring ; 
A better prince and benign lord, 
That will prove awful both in deed and word. 
Be quiet then as men should be, 
Till he hath pass'd necessity. 
I'll show you those in troubles reign, 
Losing a mite, a mountain gain. 
The good in conversation, 

To whom I give my benison, Io 

Is still at Tarsus, where each man 
Thinks all is writ he speken can ; 
And, to remember what he does, 
Build his statue to make him glorious : 
But tidings to the contrary 
Are brought your eyes ; what need speak I ? 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. 

Dumb Show. 

Enter, at one door, Pericles, talking with Cleon ; all the train 
•with them. Enter, at another door, a Gentleman, ivith a 
letter to Pericles ; Pericles shotus the letter to Cleon ; gives 
the Messenger a reiuard, and knights him. Exit Pericles 
at one door, and Cleon at another. 

Good Helicane, that stay'd at home, 

Not to eat honey like a drone 

From others' labours ; for though he strive 

To killen bad, keep good alive ; 20 

And to fulfil his prince' desire, 

Sends word of all that haps in Tyre : 

How Thaliard came full bent with sin 

And had intent to murder him ; 

And that in Tarsus was not best 

Longer for him to make his rest. 

He, doing so, put forth to seas, 

Where when men been, there's seldom ease; 

For now the wind begins to blow ; 

Thunder above and deeps below 30 

Make such unquiet that the ship 

Should house him safe is wreck'd and split ; 

And he, good prince, having all lost, 

By waves from coast to coast is tost : 

All perishen of man, of pelf, 

Ne aught escapen but himself; 

Till fortune, tired with doing bad, 

Threw him ashore, to give him glad : 

And here he comes. What shall be next, 

Pardon old Gower, — this longs the text. [Exit. 40 



Act II. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Scene I. 

Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side. 

Enter Pericles, tuet. 

Per. Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven ! 
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man 
Is but a substance that must yield to you ; 
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you : 
Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks, 
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath 
Nothing to think on but ensuing death : 
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers 
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes ; 
And having thrown him from your watery grave, 10 
Here to have death in peace is all he '11 crave. 

Enter three Fishermen. 

First Fish. What, ho, Pilch ! 

Sec. Fish. Ha, come and bring away the nets ! 

First Fish. What, Patchbreech, I say ! 

Third Fish. What say you, master ? 

First Fish. Look how thou stirrest now ! come away, 

or I '11 fetch thee with a wanion. 
Third Fish. Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor 

men that were cast away before us even now. 
First Fish. Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to 20 

hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help 

them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce help 

ourselves. 
Third Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much when I 

saw the porpus, how he bounced and tumbled ? 

they say they 're half fish, half flesh : a plague on 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II( S c. i. 

them, they ne'er come but I look to be washed. 
Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 30 

First Fish. Why, as men do a-land ; the great ones 
eat up the little ones : I can compare our rich 
misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale ; a' plays 
and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, 
and at last devours them all at a mouthful : such 
whales have I heard on o' the land, who never 
leave gaping till they 've swallowed the whole 
parish, church, steeple, bells, and all. 

Per. [Aside] A pretty moral. 

Third Fish. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I 40 
would have been that day in the belfry. 

Sec. Fish. Why, man ? 

Third Fish. Because he should have swallowed me 
too : and when I had been in his belly, I would 
have kept such a jangling of the bells, that he 
should never have left till he cast bells, steeple, 
church, and parish, up again. But if the good 
King Simonides were of my mind, — 

Per. \_Aside~] Simonides ! 

Third Fish. We would purge the land of these drones, 50 
that rob the bee of her honey. 

Per. [Aside] How from the finny subject of the sea 
These fishers tell the infirmities of men ; 
And from their watery empire recollect 
All that may men approve or men detect ! — 
Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen. 

See. Fish. Honest ! good fellow, what's that ? If it be 
a day fits you, search out of the calendar, and 
nobody look after it. 

Per. May see the sea hath cast upon your coast. 60 



Act II. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Sec. Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea to cast 
thee in our way ! 

Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind, 
In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball 
For them to play upon, entreats you pity him ; 
He asks of you, that never used to beg. 

First Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg ? Here 's them 
in our country of Greece gets more with begging 
than we can do with working. 

Sec. Fish. Canst thou catch any fishes then ? 70 

Per, I never practised it. 

Sec. Fish. Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure •, for here 's 
nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst 
fish for't. 

Per. What I have been I have forgot to know ; 
But what I am, want teaches me to think on : 
A man throng'd up with cold : my veins are chill, 
And have no more of life than may suffice 
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help ; 
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, 80 

For that I am a man, pray see me buried. 

First Fish. Die quoth-a ? Now gods forbid 't ! And 
I have a gown here ; come, put it on ; keep thee 
warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow ! 
Come, thou shalt go home, and we '11 have flesh 
for holidays, fish for fasting-days, and moreo'er 
puddings and flap-jacks, and thou shalt be 
welcome. 

Per. I thank you, sir. 

Sec. Fish. Hark you, my friend ; you said you could 

not beg. 90 

Per. I did but crave. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. Sc. i. 

Sec. Fish. But crave ! Then I '11 turn craver too, and 

so I shall 'scape whipping. 
Per. Why, are all your beggars whipped then ? 
Sec. Fish. O, not all, my friend, not all ; for if all 

your beggars were whipped, I would wish no 

better office than to be beadle. But, master, 

I '11 go draw up the net. [Exit with Third Fisherman. 
Per. [Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their 

labour ! 
First Fish. Hark you, sir, do you know where ye are ? loo 
Per. Not well. 
First Fish. Why, I '11 tell you: this is called Pentapolis, 

and our king the good Simonides. 
Per. The good Simonides, do you call him? 
First Fish. Ay, sir ; and he deserves so to be called 

for his peaceable reign and good government. 
Per. He is a happy king, since he gains from his 

subjects the name of good by his government. 

How far is his court distant from this shore ? 
First Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey : and I'll no 

tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow 

is her birthday ; and there are princes and 

knights come from all parts of the world to just 

and tourney for her love. 
Per. Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could 

wish to make one there. 
First Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may ; and 

what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal 

for — his wife's soul. 

Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net. 
Sec. Fish. Help, master, help ! here 's a fish hangs in I 20 



Act II. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

the net, like a poor man's right in the law ; 'twill 
hardly come out. Ha ! bots on 't, 'tis come at 
last, and 'tis turned to a rusty armour. 

Per. An armour, friends ! I pray you, let me see it. 
Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all thy crosses 
Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself; 
And though it was mine own, part of my heritage, 
Which my dead father did bequeath to me, 
With this strict charge, even as he left his life, 
' Keep it, my Pericles ; it hath been a shield 130 

'Twixt me and death : ' — and pointed to this brace — 
' For that it saved me, keep it ; in like necessity — 
The which the gods protect thee from ! — may defend 

thee.' 
It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it ; 
Till the rough seas, that spare not any man, 
Took it in rage, though calm'd have given 't again : 
I thank thee for 't : my shipwreck now 's no ill, 
Since I have here my father's gift in 's will. 

First Fish. What mean you, sir ! 

Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth, 140 
For it was sometime target to a king ; 
I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly, 
And for his sake I wish the having of it j 
And that you 'Id guide me to your sovereign's court, 
Where with it I may appear a gentleman ; 
And if that ever my low fortune 's better, 
I'll pay your bounties ; till then rest your debtor. 

First Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady ? 

Per. I '11 show the virtue I have borne in arms. 

First Fish. Why, do 'e take it, and the gods give thee 150 
good on 't ! 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. Sc. ii. 

Sec. Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend ; 'twas we that 

made up this garment through the rough seams 

of the waters : there are certain condolements, 

certain vails. I hope, sir, if you thrive, you '11 

remember from whence you had them. 
Per. Believe 't, I will. 

By your futherance I am clothed in steel ; 

And spite of all the rapture of the sea 

This jewel holds his building on my arm : 160 

Unto thy value I will mount myself 

Upon a courser, whose delightful steps 

Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread. 

Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided 

Of a pair of bases. 
Sec. Fish. We '11 sure provide : thou shalt have my 

best gown to make thee a pair ; and I '11 bring 

thee to the court myself. 
Per. Then honour be but a goal to my will, 169 

This day I '11 rise, or else add ill to ill. [Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

The same. A public nvay or platform leading to the lists. 
A pavilion by the side of it for the reception of the King, 
Princess, Lords, &C. 

Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, and Attendants. 

Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph ? 

First Lord. They are, my liege, 

And stay your coming to present themselves. 

Sim. Return them, we are ready ; and our daughter, 
In honour of whose birth these triumphs are, 
Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat 



Act II. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

For men to see and seeing wonder at. [Exit a Lord. 
Thai. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express 

My commendations great, whose merit 's less. 
Sim. It's fit it should be so; for princes are 10 

A model which heaven makes like to itself: 

As jewels lose their glory if neglected, 

So princes their renowns if not respected. 

'Tis now your honour, daughter, to entertain 

The labour of each knight in his device. 
Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I '11 perform. 

Enter a Knight ; he passes over, and his Squire presents 
his shield to the Princess. 

Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer himself? 
Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father ; 

And the device he bears upon his shield 

Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun j 20 

The word, * Lux tua vita mihi.' 
Sim. He loves you well that holds his life of you. 

[The Second Knight passes. 

Who is the second that presents himself? 
Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father ; 

And the device he bears upon his shield 

Is an arm'd knight that 's conquer'd by a lady ; 

The motto thus, in Spanish, ' Piu por dulzura que por 
fuerza.' [The Third Knight passes. 

Sim. And what 's the third ? 
Thai. The third of Antioch ; 

And his device, a wreath of chivalry ; 

The word, ' Me pompct provexit apex.' 30 

[The Fourth Knight passes. 
Sim. What is the fourth ? 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. Sc. ii. 

Thai. A burning torch that 's turned upside down ; 

The word, ' Quod me alit, me extinguit.' 
Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will, 

Which can as well inflame as it can kill. 

[The Fifth Knight passes. 
Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds, 

Holding out gold that 's by the touchstone tried ; 

The motto thus, ' Sic spectanda fides.' 

[The Sixth Knight, Pericles, passes. 
Sim. And what 's 

The sixth and last, the which the knight himself 40 

With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd ? 
Thai. He seems to be a stranger ; but his present is 

A wither'd branch, that 's only green at top ; 

The motto, ' In hac spe vivo.' 
Sim. A pretty moral ; 

From the dejected state wherein he is, 

He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish. 
First Lord. He had need mean better than his outward 
show 

Can any way speak in his just commend ; 

For by his rusty outside he appears 50 

To have practised more the whipstock than the lance. 
Sec. Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes 

To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished. 
Third Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust 

Until this day, to scour it in the dust. 
Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan 

The outward habit by the inward man. 

But stay, the knights are coming : we will withdraw 

Into the gallery. [Exeunt. 

[Great shouts within, and all cry 'The mean knight ! ' 



Act II. Sc. Hi. PERICLES, 

Scene III. 

The same. A hall of state : a banquet prepared. 
Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, Knights, and Attendants. 

Sim. Knights, 

To say you 're welcome were superfluous. 
To place upon the volume of your deeds, 
As in a title-page, your worth in arms, 
Were more than you expect, or more than 's fit, 
Since every worth in show commends itself. 
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast : 
You are princes and my guests. 

Thai. But you, my knight and guest ; 

To whom this wreath of victory I give, lo 

And crown you king of this day's happiness. 

Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit. 

Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours ; 
And here, I hope, is none that envies it. 
In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, 
To make some good, but others to exceed -, 
And you are her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o' 

the feast, — 
For, daughter, so you are, — -here take your place : 
Marshal the rest as they deserve their grace. 

Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides. 20 

Sim. Your presence glads our days : honour we love ; 
For who hates honour hates the gods above. 

Marshal. Sir, yonder is your place. 

Per. Some other is more fit. 

First Knight. Contend not, sir ; for we are gentlemen 
That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes 
Envy the great nor do the low despise. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. Sc. Hi. 

Per. You are right courteous knights. 

Sim. Sit, sir, sit. 

[Aside] By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts, 
These cates resist me, he not thought upon. 

Thai. [Aside] By Juno, that is queen of marriage, 30 

All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury, 
Wishing him my meat. — Sure he 's a gallant gentle- 
man. 

Sim. He \s but a country gentleman ; 

Has done no more than other knights have done ; 
Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass. 

Thai. [Aside] To me he seems like diamond to glass. 

Per. [Aside] Yon king 's to me like to my father's picture, 
Which tells me in that glory once he was ; 
Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne, 
And he the sun, for them to reverence ; 40 

None but beheld him but, like lesser lights, 
Did vail their crowns to his supremacy : 
Where now his son 's like a glow-worm in the night, 
The which hath fire in darkness, none in light : 
Whereby I see that Time 's the king of men ; 
He 's both their parent, and he is their grave, 
And gives them what he will, not what they crave. 

Sim. What, are you merry, knights ? 

Knights. Who can be other in this royal presence ? 
Sim. Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim, — 50 
As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips, — 
We drink this health to you. 
Knights. We thank your grace. 

Sim. Yet pause awhile : 

Yon knight doth sit too melancholy, 
As if the entertainment in our court 



Act II. Sc. iii. PERICLES, 

Had not a show might countervail his worth. 

Note it not you, Thaisa ? 
Thai. What is it to me, my father ? 
Sim. O, attend, my daughter : 

Princes, in this, should live like gods above, 

Who freely give to every one that comes 60 

To honour them : 

And princes not doing so are like to gnats, 

Which make a sound, but kill'd are wonder'd at. 

Therefore to make his entrance more sweet, 

Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him. 
Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me 

Unto a stranger knight to be so bold : 

He may my proffer take for an offence, 

Since men take women's gifts for impudence. 
Sim. How ! 70 

Do as I bid you, or you '11 move me else. 
Thai. \Aside.~\ Now, by the gods, he could not please me 

better. 
Sim. And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him, 

Of whence he is, his name and parentage. 
Thai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you. 
Per. I thank him. 

Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. 
Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely. 
Thai. And further he desires to know of you 

Of whence you are, your name and parentage. 80 

Per. A gentleman of Tyre ; my name, Pericles ; 

My education been in arts and arms ; 

Who, looking for adventures in the world, 

Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men, 

And after shipwreck driven upon this shore. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act II. Sc. iii. 

Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles, 
A gentleman of Tyre, 
Who only by misfortune of the seas 
Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore. 

Sim. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune, 90 

And will awake him from his melancholy. 
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles, 
And waste the time, which looks for other revels. 
Even in your armours, as you are address'd, 
Will very well become a soldier's dance. 
I will not have excuse, with saying this 
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads, 
Since they love men in arms as well as beds. 

[The Knights dance. 
So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform'd. 
Come, sir, loo 

Here 's a lady that wants breathing too : 
And I have heard, you knights of Tyre 
Are excellent in making ladies trip, 
And that their measures are as excellent. 

Per. In those that practise them they are, my lord. 

Sim. O, that 's as much as you would be denied 

Of your fair courtesy. [The Knights and Ladies dance. 

Unclasp, unclasp : 
Thanks, gentlemen, to all ; all have done well, 
[To Pericles\ But you the best. Pages and lights, to 

conduct 
These knights unto their several lodgings ! Yours, 
sir, Iio 

We have given order to be next our own. 

Per. I am at your grace's pleasure. 

Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love, 



Act II. Sc. iv. PERICLES, 

And that 's the mark I know you level at : 
Therefore each one betake him to his rest ; 
To-morrow all for speeding do their best. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

Tyre. A room in the Governor s house. 
Enter Helicanus and Escanes. 

Hel. No, Escanes, know this of me, 

Antiochus from incest lived not free : 

For which, the most high gods not minding longer 

To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, 

Due to this heinous capital offence, 

Even in the height and pride of all his glory, 

When he was seated in a chariot 

Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him, 

A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up 

Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, io 

That all those eyes adored them ere their fall 

Scorn now their hand should give them burial. 

Esca. 'Twas very strange. 

Hel. And yet but justice ; for though 

This king were great, his greatness was no guard 
To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward. 

Esca. 'Tis very true. 

Enter tiuo or three Lords. 

First Lord. See, not a man in private conference 

Or council has respect with him but he. 
Sec. Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. 
Third Lord. And cursed be he that will not second it. 20 
First Lord. Follow me then. Lord Helicane, a word. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act n. Sc. iv. 

Hel. With me ? and welcome : happy day, my lords. 
First Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, 

And now at length they overflow their banks. 
Hel. Your griefs ! for what ? wrong not your prince you 

love. 
First Lord. Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane ; 

But if the prince do live, let us salute him, 

Or know what ground 's made happy by his breath. 

If in the world he live, we '11 seek him out ; 

If in his grave he rest, we '11 find him there ; 30 

And be resolved he lives to govern us, 

Or dead, give 's cause to mourn his funeral, 

And leave us to our free election. 
Sec. Lord. Whose death 's indeed the strongest in our 
censure : 

And knowing this kingdom is without a head, — 

Like goodly buildings left without a roof 

Soon fall to ruin — your noble self, 

That best know how to rule and how to reign, 

We thus submit unto, our sovereign. 
All. Live, noble Helicane ! 40 

Hel. For honour's cause, forbear your suffrages : 

If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear. 

Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, 

Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease. 

A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you 

To forbear the absence of your king ; 

If in which time expired he not return, 

I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. 

But if I cannot win you to this love, 

Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, 50 

And in your search spend your adventurous worth ; 
n Y 



Act II. Sc. v. PERICLES, 

Whom if you find and win unto return, 
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. 

First Lord. To wisdom he 's a fool that will not yield ; 
And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us, 
We with our travels will endeavour it. 

Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we '11 clasp hands : 
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. 

Scene V. 

Pentapolis. A room in the palace. 

Enter Simonides, reading a letter, at one door : the Knights 
meet him. 

First Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides. 

Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know. 
That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake 
A married life. 

Her reason to herself is only known, 
Which from her by no means can I get. 

Sec. Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord ? 

Sim. Faith, by no means ; she hath so strictly 

Tied her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible. 

One twelve moons more she '11 wear Diana's livery ; io 

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd, 

And on her virgin honour will not break it. 

Third Knight. Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. 

[Exeunt Knights. 

Si?n. So, 

They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter: 
She tells me here, she '11 wed the stranger knight, 
Or never more to view nor day nor light. 
'Tis well, mistress ; your choice agrees with mine ; 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IL Sc v * 

I like that well : nay, how absolute she 's in 't, 

Not minding whether I dislike or no ! 20 

Well, I do commend her choice ; 

And will no longer have it be delay'd. 

Soft ! here he comes : I must dissemble it. 

Enter Pericles. 

Per. All fortune to the good Simonides ! 

Sim. To you as much, sir ! I am beholding to you 
For your sweet music this last night : I do 
Protest my ears were never better fed 
With such delightful pleasing harmony. 

Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; 
Not my desert. 

Sim. Sir, you are music's master. 30 

Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. 

Sim. Let me ask you one thing : what do you think of my 
daughter, sir ? 

Per. A most virtuous princess. 

Sim. And she is fair too, is she not ? 

Per. As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair. 

Sim. Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you ; 
Ay, so well, that you must be her master, 
And she will be your scholar : therefore look to it. 

Per. I am unworthy for her schoolmaster. 40 

Sim. She thinks not so ; peruse this writing else. 

Per. [Aside'] What 's here ? 

A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre ! 

'Tis the king's subtilty to have my life. — 

O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord, 

A stranger and distressed gentleman, 

That never aim'd so high to love your daughter, 



Act II Sc. v. PERICLES, 

But bent all offices to honour her. 
Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art 

A villain. • 50 

Per. By the gods, I have not : 

Never did thought of mine levy offence ; 

Nor never did my actions yet commence 

A deed might gain her love or your displeasure. 
Sim. Traitor, thou liest. 
Per. Traitor ! 

Sim. Ay, traitor. 

Per. Even in his throat — unless it be the king — 

That calls me traitor, I return the lie. 
Sim. \_Aside\ Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage. 
Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, 

That never relish'd of a base descent. 60 

I came unto your court for honour's cause, 

And not to be a rebel to her state ; 

And he that otherwise accounts of me, 

This sword shall prove he 's honour's enemy. 
Sim. No? 

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. 

Enter Thaisa. 

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, 

Resolve your angry father, if my tongue 

Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe 

To any syllable that made love to you. 7° 

Thai. Why, sir, say if you had, 

Who takes offence at that would make me glad ? 

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory ? 

\Aside~\ I am glad on 't with all my heart. — 
I '11 tame you ; I '11 bring you in subjection. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act III. 

Will you, not having my consent, 

Bestow your love and your affections 

Upon a stranger ? [Aside] who, for aught I know, 

May be, nor can I think the contrary, 

As great in blood as I myself. — 80 

Therefore, hear you, mistress ; either frame 

Your will to mine, — and you, sir, hear you, 

Either be ruled by me, or I'll make you — 

Man and wife : 

Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too 

And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; 

And for a further grief, — God give you joy ! 

What, are you both pleased ? 

Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. 

Per. Even as my life my blood that fosters it. 

Sim. What, are you both agreed ? 90 

Both. Yes, if 't please your majesty. 

Sim. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed ; 
And then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. 

[Exeunt. 



ACT THIRD. 

Enter Goiver. 

Goiv. Now sleep y-slaked hath the rout ; 
No din but snores the house about, 
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast 
Of this most pompous marriage-feast. 
The cat, with eyne of burning coal, 
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole ; 
And crickets sing at the oven's mouth, 



Act III. PERICLES, 

E'er the blither for their drouth. 

Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, 

Where, by the loss of maidenhead, io 

A babe is moulded. Be attent, 

And time that is so briefly spent 

With your fine fancies quaintly eche : 

What 's dumb in show I '11 plain with speech. 

Dumb Show. 

Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door, with Attendants ; a 
Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles a letter : 
Pericles shows it Simonides ; the Lords kneel to the former. 
Then enter Thaisa with child, with Lychorida, a nurse : 
the King shows her the letter ; she rejoices : she and 
Pericles take leave of her father, and depart with Lychorida 
and their Attendants. Then exeunt Simonides and the rest. 

By many a dern and painful perch 

Of Pericles the careful search, 

By the four opposing coigns 

Which the world together joins, 

Is made with all due diligence 

That horse and sail and high expense 20 

Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre, 

Fame answering the most strange inquire, 

To the court of King Simonides 

Are letters brought, the tenour these 

Antiochus and his daughter dead ; 

The men of Tyrus on the head 

Of Helicanus would set on 

The crown of Tyre, but he will none : 

The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress ; 

Says to 'em, if King Pericles 30 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act III. 

Come not home in twice six moons, 

He, obedient to their dooms, 

Will take the crown. The sum of this, 

Brought hither to Pentapolis, 

Y-ravished the regions round, 

And every one with claps can sound, 

' Our heir-apparent is a king ! 

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing ? ' 

Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre : 

His queen with child makes her desire — 40 

Which who shall cross ? — along to go. 

Omit we all their dole and woe : 

Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, 

And so to sea : their vessel shakes 

On Neptune's billow ; half the flood 

Hath their keel cut : but fortune's mood 

Varies again ; the grisled north 

Disgorges such a tempest forth, 

That, as a duck for life that dives, 

So up and down the poor ship drives : 50 

The lady shrieks and well-a-near 

Does fall in travail with her fear : 

And what ensues in this fell storm 

Shall for itself itself perform. 

I nill relate, action may 

Conveniently the rest convey ; 

Which might not what by me is told. 

In your imagination hold 

This stage the ship, upon whose deck 

The sea-tost Pericles appears to speak. [Exit. 60 



Act III. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Scene I. 

Enter Pericles, on shipboard. 

Per. Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges, 
Which wash both heaven and hell j and thou, that 

hast 
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, 
Having call'd them from the deep ! O, still 
Thy deafening dreadful thunders ; gently quench 
Thy nimble sulphurous flashes ! O, how, Lychorida, 
How does my queen ? Thou stormest venomously ; 
Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle 
Is as a whisper in the ears of death, 
Unheard. Lychorida! — Lucina, O io 

Divinest patroness and midwife gentle 
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity 
Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs 
Of my queen's travails ! Now, Lychorida ! 

Enter Lychorida, with an Infant. 

Lye. Here is a thing too young for such a place, 

Who, if it had conceit, would die, as I 

Am like to do : take in your arms this piece 

Of your dead queen. 
Per. How, how, Lychorida ! 

Lye Patience, good sir ; do not assist the storm. 

Here's all that is left living of your queen, 20 

A little daughter : for the sake of it, 

Be manly, and take comfort. 
Per. O you gods ! 

Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act III. Sc. i. 

And snatch them straight away ? We here below 
Recall not what we give, and therein may 
Use honour with you. 

Lye. Patience, good sir, 

Even for this charge. 

Per. Now, mild may be thy life ! 

For a more blustrous birth had never babe : 
Quiet and gentle thy conditions ! for 
Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world 30 

That ever was prince's child. Happy what follows ! 
Thou hast as chiding a nativity 
As fire, air, water, earth and heaven can make, 
To herald thee from the womb : even at the first 
Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, 
With all thou canst find here. Now, the good gods 
Throw their best eyes upon 't ! 

Enter tiuo Sailors. 

First Sail. What courage, sir ? God save you ! 
Per. Courage enough : I do not fear the flaw ; 

It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love 40 

Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, 

I would it would be quiet. 
First Sail. Slack the bolins there ! Thou wilt not, 

wilt thou ? Blow, and split thyself. 
See. Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow 

kiss the moon, I care not. 
First Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard : the sea 

works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie 

till the ship be cleared of the dead. 
Per. That 's your superstition. 50 

First Sail. Pardon us, sir ; with us at sea it hath been 



Act III. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

still observed ; and we are strong in custom. 
Therefore briefly yield her ; for she must over- 
board straight. 

Per. As you think meet. Most wretched queen ! 

Lye. Here she lies, sir. 

Per. A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear ; 
No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements 
Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time 
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight 60 
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze ; 
Where, for a monument upon thy bones, 
And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale 
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, 
Lying with simple shells. O Lychorida, 
Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, 
My casket and my jewels ; and bid Nicander 
Bring me the satin coffer : lay the babe 
Upon the pillow : hie thee, whiles I say 
A priestly farewell to her : suddenly, woman. 70 

[Exit Lychorida. 

See. Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, 
caulked and bitumed ready. 

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this ? 

Sec. Sail. We are near Tarsus. 

Per. Thither, gentle mariner, 

Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it ? 

Sec. Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. 

Per. O, make for Tarsus ! 

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe 
Cannot hold out to Tyrus : there I'll leave it 80 

At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner : 
I'll bring the body presently. [Exeunt. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act m Sc iL 

Scene II. 

Ephesus. A room in Cerimoris house. 

Enter Ceritnon, a Servant, and some Persons who have been 
shipwrecked. 
Cer. Philemon, ho ! 

Enter Philemon. 

Phil. Doth my lord call ? 

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men : 

'T has been a turbulent and stormy night. 
Serv. I have been in many ; but such a night as this 

Till now, I ne'er endured. 
Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return ; 

There 's nothing can be minister'd to nature 

That can recover him. [To Philemori] Give this to 
the 'pothecary, 

And tell me how it works. 

[Exeunt all but Cerimon. 

Enter tivo Gentlemen. 

First Gent. Good morrow. lo 

Sec. Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. 

Cer. Gentlemen, 

Why do you stir so early ? 
First Gent. Sir, 

Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea 

Shook as the earth did quake ; 

The very principals did seem to rend 

And all-to topple : pure surprise and fear 

Made me to quit the house. 
Sec. Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early ; 

'Tis not our husbandry. 



Act III. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Cer. O, you say well. 20 

First Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having 
Rich tire about you, should at these early hours 
Shake off the golden slumber of repose. 
'Tis most strange, 

Nature should be so conversant with pain, 
Being thereto not compell'd. 

Cer. I hold it ever, 

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater 

Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs 

May the two latter darken and expend, 

But immortality attends the former, 30 

Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever 

Have studied physic, through which secret art, 

By turning o'er authorities, I have, 

Together with my practice, made familiar 

To me and to my aid the blest infusions 

That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones j 

And I can speak of the disturbances 

That nature works, and of her cures j which doth 

give me 
A more content in course of true delight 
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, 40 

Or tie my treasure up in silken bags, 
To please the fool and death. 

Sec. Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth 
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves 
Your creatures, who by you have been restored : 
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but 

even 
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon 
Such strong renown as time shall never. . . . 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act III. Sc. ii. 

Enter tnvo or three Servants ivith a chest. 

First Serv. So ; lift there. 
Cer. What 's that ? 
First Serv. Sir, 

Even now did the sea toss up upon our shore 50 

This chest : 'tis of some wreck. 
Cer. Set 't down, let 's look upon 't. 
Sec. Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. 
Cer. Whate'er it be, 

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight : 

If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, 

'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. 
Sec. Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. 
Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed ! Did the 

sea cast it up ? 
First Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, as toss'd 

it upon shore. 
Cer. Wrench it open : 

Soft ! it smells most sweetly in my sense. 60 

Sec. Gent. A delicate odour. 
Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. 

O you most potent gods ! what 's here ? a corse ! 
First Gent. Most strange ! 
Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balmed and entreasured 

With full bags of spices ! A passport too ! 

Apollo, perfect me in the characters ! 

[Reads from a scroll. 
' Here I give to understand, 
If e'er this coffin drive a-land, 
I, King Pericles, have lost 70 

This queen, worth all our mundane cost. 



Act III. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Who finds her, give her burying ; 
She was the daughter of a king : 
Besides this treasure for a fee, 
The gods requite his charity ! ' 

If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart 

That even cracks for woe ! This chanced to-night. 
Sec. Gent. Most likely, sir. 
Cer. Nay, certainly to-night ; 

For look how fresh she looks ! They were too rough 

That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within : 80 

Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet. 

[Exit a servant. 

Death may usurp on nature many hours, 

And yet the fire of life kindle again 

The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian 

That had nine hours lien dead, 

Who was by good appliance recovered. 

Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. 

Well said, well said ; the fire and cloths. 
The rough and woful music that we have, 
Cause it to sound, beseech you. 
The viol once more : how thou stirr'st, thou block ! 
The music there ! I pray you, give her air. 91 

Gentlemen, 

This queen will live : nature awakes •, a warmth 
Breathes out of her : she hath not been entranced 
Above five hours : see how she 'gins to blow 
Into life's flower again ! 
First Gent. The heavens, 

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up 
Your fame for ever. 



PRINCE OF TYRE A <* III. Sc. iii. 

Cer. She is alive j behold, 

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels 
Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part loo 

Their fringes of bright gold : the diamonds 
Of a most praised water do appear 
To make the world twice rich. Live, 
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, 
Rare as you seem to be. [She tnoves. 

Thai. O dear Diana, 

Where am I ? Where 's my lord ? What world is 
this ? 

Sec. Gent. Is not this strange ? 

First Gent. Most rare. 

Cer. Hush, my gentle neighbours ! 

Lend me your hands ; to the next chamber bear her. 
Get linen : now this matter must be look'd to, 
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come; no 

And ^Esculapius guide us ! 

[Exeunt, carrying her aivay. 

Scene III 

Tarsus. A room in the Governor s house. 

Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, and Lychorida 'with 
Marina in her arms. 

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone ; 

My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands 
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, 
Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods 
Make up the rest upon you ! 

C/e. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally, 
Yet glance full wanderingly on us. 



Act III. Sc. Hi. PERICLES, 

Dion. O your sweet queen ! 

That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her 

hither, 
To have bless'd mine eyes with her ! 

Per. We cannot but obey 

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar 10 

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end 
Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom, 
For she was born at sea, I have named so, here 
I charge your charity withal, leaving her 
The infant of your care ; beseeching you 
To give her princely training, that she may be 
Manner'd as she is born. 

Cle. Fear not, my lord, but think 

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, 
For which the people's prayers still fall upon you, 
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 20 
Should therein make me vile, the common body, 
By you relieved, would force me to my duty : 
But if to that my nature need a spur, 
The gods revenge it upon me and mine, 
To the end of generation ! 

Per. I believe you ; 

Your honour and your goodness teach me to 't, 

Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, 

By bright Diana, whom we honour, all 

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, 

Though I show ill in 't. So I take my leave. 30 

Good madam, make me blessed in your care 

In bringing up my child. 

Dion. I have one myself, 

Who shall not be more dear to my respect 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act III. Sc. iv. 

Than yours, my lord. 
Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. 

Cle. We '11 bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the 
shore, 

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and 

The gentlest winds of heaven. 
Per. I will embrace 

Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears, 

Lychorida, no tears : 

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace 40 

You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV 

Ephesus. A room in Cerimons house. 
Enter Cerimon and Thaisa. 

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, 
Lay with you in your coffer : which are 
At your command. Know you the character ? 

Thai. It is my lord's. 

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, 
Even on my eaning time ; but whether there 
Delivered, by the holy gods, 

I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles, 
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, 

A vestal livery will I take me to, IO 

And never more have joy. 
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak, 
Diana's temple is not distant far, 
Where you may abide till your date expire. 
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine 
Shall there attend you. 

II z 



Act IV. PERICLES, 

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that 's all ; 

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. 

[Exeunt. 



ACT FOURTH. 

Enter Goiver. 

Goiv. Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre, 

Welcomed and settled to his own desire. 

His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus, 

Unto Diana there as a votaress. 

Now to Marina bend your mind, 

Whom our fast-growing scene must find 

At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd 

In music, letters ; who hath gain'd 

Of education all the grace, 

Which makes her both the heart and place io 

Of general wonder. But, alack, 

That monster envy, oft the wrack 

Of earned praise, Marina's life 

Seeks to take off by treason's knife. 

And in this kind hath our Cleon 

One daughter, and a wench full grown, 

Even ripe for marriage rite ; this maid 

Hight Philoten : and it is said 

For certain in our story, she 

Would ever with Marina be : 20 

Be 't when she weaved the sleided silk 

With fingers long, small, white as milk •, 

Or when she would with sharp needle wound 

The cambric, which she made more sound 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. 

By hurting it ; or when to the lute 

She sung, and made the night-bird mute, 

That still records with moan ; or when 

She would with rich and constant pen 

Vail to her mistress Dian ; still 

This Philoten contends in skill 30 

With absolute Marina : so 

With the dove of Paphos might the crow 

Vie feathers white. Marina gets 

All praises, which are paid as debts, 

And not as given. This so darks 

In Philoten all graceful marks, 

That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, 

A present murderer does prepare 

For good Marina, that her daughter 

Might stand peerless by this slaughter. 40 

The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, 

Lychorida, our nurse, is dead : 

And cursed Dionyza hath 

The pregnant instrument of wrath 

Prest for this blow. The unborn event 

I do commend to your content : 

Only I carry winged time 

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ; 

Which never could I so convey, 

Unless your thoughts went on my way. $o 

Dionyza does appear, 

With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. 



Act IV. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Scene I. 

Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore. 
Enter Dionyza with Leonine. 

Dion. Thy oath remember ; thou hast sworn to do 't 
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. 
Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon, 
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, 
Which is but cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom, 
Inflame too nicely ; nor let pity, which 
Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be 
A soldier to thy purpose. 

Leon. I will do 't ; but yet she is a goodly creature. 

Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. io 
Here she comes weeping for her only mistress' 
death. Thou art resolved ? 

Leon. I am resolved. 

Enter Marina, ivith a basket ofjloivers. 

Mar. No, I will rob Tullus of her weed, 

To strew thy green with flowers : the yellows, blues, 

The purple violets, and marigolds, 

Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave, 

While summer-days do last. Ay me ! poor maid, 

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, 

This world to me is like a lasting storm, 20 

Whirring me from my friends. 

Dion. How now, Marina ! why do you keep alone? 
How chance my daughter is not with you ? 
Do not consume your blood with sorrowing : 
You have a nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's 
Changed with this unprofitable woe ! 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. i. 

Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it. 

Walk with Leonine ; the air is quick there, 

And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. 

Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. 

Mar. No, I pray you ; 3 1 

I '11 not bereave you of your servant. 

Dion. Come, come ; 

I love the king your father and yourself 

With more than foreign heart. We every day 

Expect him here : when he shall come, and find 

Our paragon to all reports thus blasted, 

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage ; 

Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken 

No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, 

Walk, and be cheerful once again ; reserve 40 

That excellent complexion, which did steal 

The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ; 

I can go home alone. 

Mar. Well, I will go; 

But yet I have no desire to it. 

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. 
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least : 
Remember what I have said. 

Leon. I warrant you, madam. 

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while: 
Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood : 
What ! I must have care of you. 

Mar. My thanks, sweet madam. <jo 

\Kxit Dionyza. 
Is this wind westerly that blows ? 

Leon. South-west. 

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. 



Act IV. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Leon. Was 't so ? 

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, 

But cried ' Good seamen ! ' to the sailors, galling 

His kingly hands, haling ropes ; 

And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea 

That almost burst the deck. 
Leon. When was this ? 
Mar. When I was born : 

Never was waves nor wind more violent ; 60 

And from the ladder-tackle washes off 

A canvas-climber. ' Ha ! ' says one, ' wilt out ? ' 

And with a dropping industry they skip 

From stem to stern : the boatswain whistles, and 

The master calls and trebles their confusion. 
Leon. Come, say your prayers. 
Mar. What mean you ? 
Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, 

I grant it : pray ; but be not tedious, 

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn 70 

To do my work with haste. 
Mar. Why will you kill me ? 

Leon. To satisfy my lady. 
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ? 

Now, as I can remember, by my troth, 

I never did her hurt in all my life : 

I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn 

To any living creature : believe me, la, 

I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly : 

I trod upon a worm against my will, 

But I wept for it. How have I offended, 80 

Wherein my death might yield her any profit, 

Or my life imply her any danger? 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc i. 

Leon. My commission 

Is not to reason of the deed, but do 't. 

Mar. You will not do 't for all the world, I hope. 
You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow 
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, 
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : 
Good sooth, it show'd well in you : do so now : 
Your lady seeks my life ; come you between, 90 

And save poor me, the weaker. 

Leon. I am sworn, 

And will dispatch. [He seizes her. 

Enter Pirates. 

First Pirate. Hold, villain ! [Leonine runs away. 

Sec. Pirate. A prize ! a prize ! 
Third Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. 
Come let 's have her aboard suddenly. 

[Exeunt Pirates luith Marina. 

Re-enter Leonine. 

Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes ; 
And they have seized Marina. Let her go : 
There 's no hope she will return. I '11 swear she 's 

dead, 
And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further: 100 
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, 
Not carry her aboard. If she remain, 
Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain. 

[Exit. 



Act IV. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Scene II, 

Mytilene. A room in a brothel. 
Enter Pandar, Baivd, and Boult. 
Pand. Boult! 
Boult. Sir? 
Pand. Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene is full 

of gallants. We lost too much money this mart 

by being too wenchless. 
Baivd. We were never so much out of creatures. 

We have but poor three, and they can do no 

more than they can do ; and they with continual 

action are even as good as rotten. 
Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we io 

pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be 

used in every trade, we shall never prosper. 
Bawd. Thou sayest true : 'tis not our bringing up of 

poor bastards, — as, I think, I have brought up 

some eleven — 
Boult. Ay, to eleven ; and brought them down again. 

But shall I search the market ? 
Baivd. W T hat else, man ? The stuff we have, a 

strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so 

pitifully sodden. 20 

Pand. Thou sayest true; they're too unwholesome, 

o' conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, 

that lay with the little baggage. 
Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him ; she made him 

roast-meat for worms. But I '11 go search the 

market. [Exit. 

Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty 

a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. ii. 

Bawd. Why to give over, I pray you ? is it a shame 

to get when we are old ? 30 

Band. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity, 
nor the commodity wages not with the danger : 
therefore, if in our youths we could pick up 
some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our 
door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand 
upon with the gods will be strong with us for 
giving o'er. 

Bated. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. 

Patid. As well as we ! ay, and better too ; we offend 

worse. Neither is our profession any trade ; it 's 40 
no calling. But here comes Boult. 

Re-enter Boult, ivith the Pirates and Marina. 

Boult. [To Marina] Come your ways. My masters, 
you say she 's a virgin ? 

First Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. 

Boult. Master, I have gone through for this piece, you 
see : if you like her, so ; if not, I have lost my 
earnest. 

Baivd. Boult, has she any qualities ? 

Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has 

excellent good clothes : there 's no farther 50 
necessity of qualities can make her be refused. 

Baivd. What's her price, Boult? 

Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces. 

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have 
your money presently. Wife, take her in; in- 
struct her what she has to do, that she may not 
be raw in her entertainment. 

\Kxeunt Pandar and Pirates. 



Act IV. Sc it. PERICLES, 

Baivd. Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour 
of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with 
warrant of her virginity ; and cry ' He that will 60 
give most shall have her first.' Such a maiden- 
head were no cheap thing, if men were as they 
have been. Get this done as I command you. 

Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit. 

Mar. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow ! 

He should have struck, not spoke ; or that these 

pirates, 
Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown me 
For to seek my mother ! 

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? 

Mar. That I am pretty. 70 

Baivd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. 

Mar. I accuse them not. 

Baivd. You are light into my hands, where you are 
like to live. 

Mar. The more my fault, 

To 'scape his hands where I was like to die. 

Baivd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. 

Mar. No. 

Baivd. Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen 

of all fashions : you shall fare well : you shall 80 
have the difference of all complexions. What ! 
do you stop your ears ? 

Mar. Are you a woman ? 

Baivd. What would you have me be, an I be not a 
woman ? 

Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. 

Baivd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall 
have something to do with you. Come, you're 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. it 

a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as 

I would have you. 90 

Mar. The gods defend me ! 

Baivd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, 
then men must comfort you, men must feed you, 
men must stir you up. Boult's returned. 

Re-enter Boult. 

Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market ? 
Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her 

hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice. 
Baivd. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find 

the inclination of the people, especially of the 

younger sort ? IOO 

Boult. Faith, they listened to me as they would have 

hearkened to their father's testament. There 

was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went 

to bed to her very description. 
Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his 

beet ruff on. 
Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know 

the French knight that cowers i' the hams ? 
Bated. Who, Monsieur Veroles ? 
Boult. Ay, he : he offered to cut a caper at the pro- I 10 

clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore 

he would see her to-morrow. 
Baivd. Well, well ; as for him, he brought his disease 

hither : here he does but repair it. I know he 

will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns 

in the sun. 
Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we 

should lodge them with this sign. 



Act IV. Sc. ii. PERICLES, 

Baivd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have 

fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you 1 20 
must seem to do that fearfully which you com- 
mit willingly, despise profit where you have 
most gain. To weep that you live as ye do 
makes pity in your lovers : seldom but that pity 
begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a 
mere profit. 

Mar. I understand you not. 

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home : 
these blushes of hers must be quenched with 
some present practice. 130 

Baivd. Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must ; for 
your bride goes to that with shame which is 
her way to go with warrant. 

Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, 
mistress, if I have bargained for the joint, — 

Baivd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit. 

Boult. I may so. 

Baivd. Who should deny it ? Come, young one, I 
like the manner of your garments well. 

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. 140 

Baivd. Boult, spend thou that in the town : report 
what a sojourner we have ; you '11 lose nothing 
by custom. When nature framed this piece, 
she meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what 
a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out 
of thine own report. 

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so 
awake the beds of eels as my giving out her 
beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring 
home some to-night. 1 50 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. iii. 

Baivd. Come your ways ; follow me. 

Alar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, 

Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. 

Diana, aid my purpose ! 
Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? Pray you, 

will you go with us ? [Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

Tarsus. A room in the Governor s house. 
Enter Cleon and Dionyza. 

Dion. Why, are you foolish ? Can it be undone ? 

Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter 
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! 

Dion. I think 

You '11 turn a child again. 

Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, 
I 'Id give it to undo the deed. O lady, 
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess 
To equal any single crown o' the earth 
I' the justice of compare ! O villain Leonine ! 
Whom thou hast poison'd too: io 

If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness 
Becoming well thy fact : what canst thou say 
When noble Pericles shall demand his child ? 

Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, 
To foster it, nor ever to preserve. 
She died at night ; I'll say so. Who can cross it ? 
Unless you play the pious innocent, 
And for an honest attribute cry out 
' She died by foul play.' 

Cle. O, go to. Well, well, 



Act IV. Sc. iii. PERICLES, 

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods 20 
Do like this worst. 

Dion. Be one of those that think 

The pretty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence 
And open this to Pericles. I do shame 
To think of what a noble strain you are 
And of how coward a spirit. 

Cle. To such proceeding 

Who ever but his approbation added, 
Though not his prime consent, he did not flow 
From honourable sources. 

Dion. Be it so, then : 

Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, 

Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. 30 

She did distain my child, and stood between 

Her and her fortunes : none would look on her, 

But cast their gazes on Marina's face ; 

"Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, 

Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough ; 

And though you call my course unnatural, 

You not your child well loving, yet I find 

It greets me as an enterprise of kindness 

Perform'd to your sole daughter. 

Cle. Heavens forgive it ! 

Dion. And as for Pericles, 40 

What should he say ? We wept after her hearse, 
And yet we mourn : her monument 
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs 
In glittering golden characters express 
A general praise to her, and care in us 
At whose expense 'tis done. 

Cle. Thou art like the harpy, 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. iv 

Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face, 
Seize with thine eagle's talons. 
Dion. You are like one that superstitiously 

Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies : 50 
But yet I know you '11 do as I advise. [Exeunt. 

Scene IV. 

Enter Goiver, before the monument of Marina at Tarsus. 

Goiv. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short ; 
Sail seas in cockles, have and wish but for 't ; 
Making, to take our imagination, 
From bourn to bourn, region to region. 
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime 
To use one language in each several clime 
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech 

you 
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you 
The stages of our story. Pericles 
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, 10 

Attended on by many a lord and knight, 
To see his daughter, all his life's delight. 
Old Helicanus goes along ; behind 
Is left to govern it, you bear in mind 
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late 
Advanced in time to great and high estate. 
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought 
This king to Tarsus, — think his pilot thought : 
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on, — • 
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. 20 
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile ; 
Your ears unto your eyes I '11 reconcile. 



Act IV. Sc. iv. PERICLES, 

Dumb Show. 

Enter Pericles at one door, with all his train ; Cleon and Dionyza 
at the other. Cleon shonvs Pericles the tomb; ivhereat 
Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a 
mighty passion departs. Then exeunt Cleon, Dionyza, ana 
the rest. 

See how belief may suffer by foul show ! 

This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe j 

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, 

With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd, 

Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears 

Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs : 

He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears 

A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, 30 

And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit 

The epitaph is for Marina writ 

By wicked Dionyza. 

\_Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. 

'The fairest, sweet'st and best, lies here, 

Who wither'd in her spring of year. 

She was of Tyrus the king's daughter, 

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; 

Marina was she call'd ; and at her birth, 

Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth: 

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd : 40 

Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd : 

Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint, 

Make raging battery upon shores of flint.' 

No visor does become black villany 
So well as soft and tender flattery. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. ▼.-▼*. 

Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, 

And bear his courses to be ordered 

By Lady Fortune ; while our scene must play 

His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day 

In her unholy service. Patience, then, 50 

And think you now are all in Mytilene. [Exit. 

Scene V. 

Mytilene. A street before the brothel. 
Enter , from the brothel, two Gentlemen. 

First Gent. Did you ever hear the like ? 

Sec. Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as 
this, she being once gone. 

First. Gent. But to have divinity preached there ! did 
you ever dream of such a thing ? 

Sec. Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy- 
houses : shall 's go hear the vestals sing ? 

First Gent. I '11 do any thing now that is virtuous ; 
but I am out of the road of rutting for ever. 

[Exeunt. I o 

Scene VI. 

The same. A room in the brothel. 
Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult. 

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her 

she had ne'er come here. 
Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the 

god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We 

must either get her ravished or be rid of her. 

When she should do for clients her fitment and 

11 a 2 



Act IV. Sc. vi. PERICLES, 

do me the kindness of our profession, she has me 
her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her 
prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan 
of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. io 

Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish 
us of all our cavaliers and make all our swearers 
priests. 

Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me ! 

Bawd. Faith, there 's no way to be rid on 't but by 
the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord 
Lysimachus disguised. 

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the 
peevish baggage would but give way to cus- 
tomers. 20 
Enter Lysimachus. 

Lys. How now ! How a dozen of virginities ? 
Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour ! 
Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. 
Lys. You may so ; 'tis the better for you that your 

resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, 

wholesome iniquity have you that a man may 

deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? 
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would — but 

there never came her like in Mytilene. 
Lys. If she 'Id do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst 30 

say. 
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say well 

enough. 
Lys. Well, call forth, call forth. 
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you 

shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed, 

if she had but — 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. vi. 

Lys. What, prithee ? 

Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. 40 

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less 
than it gives a good report to a number to be 
chaste. [Exit Boult. 

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk ; 
never plucked yet, I can assure you. 

Re-enter Boult with Marina. 

Is she not a fair creature ? 
Lys. Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at 

sea. Well, there 's for you : leave us. 
Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave : a word, 

and I'll have done presently. 
Lys. I beseech you, do. 50 

Bawd. [To Marina] First, I would have you note, 

this is an honourable man. 
Alar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily 

note him. 
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and 

a man whom I am bound to. 
Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to 

him indeed ; but how honourable he is in that, 

I know not. 
Bawd. Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, 60 

will you use him kindly ? He will line your 

apron with gold. 
Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully 

receive. 
Lys. I la' you done ? 
Bawd. My lord, she 's not paced yet : you must take 

some pains to work her to your manage. Come, 



Act IV. Sc. vi. PERICLES, 

we will leave his honour and her together. Go 
thy ways. [Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and Boult. 

Lys. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at 70 
this trade ? 

Mar. What trade, sir ? 

Lys. "Why, I cannot name 't but I shall offend. 

Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please 
you to name it. 

Lys. How long have you been of this profession ? 

Mar. E'er since I can remember. 

Lys. Did you go to it so young ? Were you a 
gamester at five or at seven ? 

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. 80 

Lys. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to 
be a creature of sale. 

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such 
resort, and will come into 't ? I hear say you 
are of honourable parts and are the governor of 
this place. 

Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you 
who I am ? 

Mar. Who is my principal ? 

Lys. Why, your herb-woman ; she that sets seeds and 90 
roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard 
something of my power, and so stand aloof for 
more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, 
pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or 
else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me 
to some private place : come, come. 

Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now ; 
If put upon you, make the judgement good 
That thought you worthy of it. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. vi. 

Lys. How 's this ? how 's this ? Some more ; be sage. loo 

Mar. For me 

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune 
Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came, 
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic, 
O, that the gods 

Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, 
Though they did change me to the meanest bird 
That flies i' the purer air ! 

Lys. I did not think 

Thou couldst have spoke so well ; ne'er dream'd thou 

couldst. 
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Ho 

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for 

thee : 
Persever in that clear way thou goest, 
And the gods strengthen thee ! 

Mar. The good gods preserve you ! 

Lys. For me, be you thoughten 

That I came with no ill intent ; for to me 

The very doors and windows savour vilely. 

Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and 

I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. 

Hold, here's more gold for thee. 120 

A curse upon him, die he like a thief, 

That robs thee of thy goodness ! If thou dost 

Hear from me, it shall be for thy good. 

Re-enter Boult. 
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. 
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper ! 

Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it, 



Act IV. Sc. vi PERICLES, 

Would sink, and overwhelm you. Away ! [Exit. 

Boult. How 's this ? We must take another course 
with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not 
worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under 130 
the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me 
be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways. 

Mar. Whither would you have me ? 

Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the 
common hangman shall execute it. Come your 
ways. We '11 have no more gentlemen driven 
away. Come your ways, I say. 

Re-enter Bawd. 

Bawd. How now ! what 's the matter ? 

Boult. Worse and worse, mistress ; she has here 

spoken holy words to the Lord Lysimachus. 140 

Bawd. O abominable ! 
Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink 

afore the face of the gods. 
Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever ! 
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like 

a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a 

snowball, saying his prayers too. 
Bawd. Boult, take her away ; use her at thy pleasure : 

crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest 

malleable. 150 

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than 

she is, she shall be ploughed. 
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods ! 
Bawd. She conjures: away with her! Would she 

had never come within my doors ! Marry, hang 

you ! She 's born to undo us. Will you not go 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act IV. Sc. vi. 

the way of women-kind ? Marry, come up, my 
dish of chastity with rosemary and bays ! [Exit. 

Boult. Come, mistress ; come your ways with me. 

Mar. Whither wilt thou have me ? 1 60 

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. 

Mar. Prithee, tell me one thing first. 

Boult. Come now, your one thing. 

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be ? 

Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or 
rather, my mistress. 

Mar. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, 
Since they do better thee in their command. 
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend 
Of hell would not in reputation change : 170 

Thou art the damned door-keeper to every 
Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib ; 
To the choleric fisting of every rogue 
Thy ear is liable ; thy food is such 
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. 

Boult. What would you have me do ? go to the wars, 
would you ? where a man may serve seven years 
for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough 
in the end to buy him a wooden one ? 

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty 180 

Old receptacles, or common shores, of filth ; 
Serve by indenture to the common hangman : 
Any of these ways are yet better than this ; 
For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak, 
Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods 
Would safely deliver me from this place ! 
Here, here 's gold for thee. 
If that thy master would gain by me, 



Act V. PERICLES, 

Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, 
With other virtues, which I '11 keep from boast ; 190 
And I will undertake all these to teach. 
I doubt not but this populous city will 
Yield many scholars. 

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? 

Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, 
And prostitute me to the basest groom 
That doth frequent your house. 

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee : if 
I can place thee, I will. 

Mar. But amongst honest women. 200 

Boult. Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst 
them. But since my master and mistress have 
bought you, there's no going but by their con- 
sent : therefore I will make them acquainted 
with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall 
find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for 
thee what I can ; come your ways. \Exeunt. 



ACT FIFTH. 

Enter Goiver. 

Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances 
Into an honest house, our story says. 
She sings like one immortal, and she dances 
As goddess-like to her admired lays ; 
Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her needle composes 
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry, 
That even her art sisters the natural roses ; 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. i. 

Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry : 

That pupils lacks she none of noble race, 

Who pour their bounty on her, and her gain io 

She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place ; 

And to her father turn our thoughts again, 

Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost : 

Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived 

Here where his daughter dwells ; and on this coast 

Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived 

God Neptune's annual feast to keep : from whence 

Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, 

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense ; 

And to him in his barge with fervour hies. 20 

In your supposing once more put your sight 

Of heavy Pericles j think this his bark : 

Where what is done in action, more, if might, 

Shall be discover'd ; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit. 

Scene I. 

On board Pericles' ship, off Mytilenc. A close pavilion on 
deck, ivith a curtain before it; Pericles ivithin it, reclined 
on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel. 

Enter two sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other 
to the barge ; to them Helicanus. 

Tyr. Sail. [To the Sailor of Mytilene] Where is Lord 
Helicanus ? he can resolve you. 

O, here he is. 

Sir, there is a barge put off from Mytilene, 

And in it is Lysimachus the governor, 

Who craves to come aboard. What is your will ? 
Hel. That he have his. Call up .some gentlemen. 



Act V. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen ! my lord calls. 

Enter two or three Gentlemen. 

First Gent. Doth your lordship call ? 

Hel. Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come 

aboard ; I pray, greet him fairly. 10 

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, 

and go on board the barge. 

Enter from thence, Lysimachus, and Lords ; with the 
Gentlemen and the two Sailors. 

Tyr. Sail. Sir, 

This is the man that can, in aught you would, 

Resolve you. 
Lys. Hail, reverend sir ! the gods preserve you ! 
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, 

And die as I would do. 
Lys. You wish me well. 

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, 

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, 

I made to it, to know of whence you are. 
Hel. First, what is your place ? 20 

Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before. 
Hel. Sir, 

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king ; 

A man who for this three months hath not spoken 

To any one, nor taken sustenance 

But to prorogue his grief. 
Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature ? 
Hel. 'Twould be too tedious to repeat ; 

But the main grief springs from the loss 

Of a beloved daughter and a wife. 3 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V . Sc. 

Lys. May we not see him? 
He/. You may ; 

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak 

To any. 
Lys. Yet let me obtain my wish. 

He/. Behold him. [Pericles discovered] This was a goodly 
person, 

Till the disaster that, one mortal night, 

Drove him to this. 
Lys. Sir king, all hail ! the gods preserve you ! 

Hail, royal sir ! 40 

He/. It is in vain ; he will not speak to you. 
First Lord. Sir, 

We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, 

Would win some words of him. 
Lys. 'Tis well bethought. 

She, questionless, with her sweet harmony 

And other chosen attractions, would allure, 

And make a battery through his deafen'd parts, 

Which now are midway stopp'd : 

She is all happy as the fairest of all, 

And with her fellow maids is now upon 50 

The leafy shelter that abuts against 

The island's side. [Whispers a Lord, ivho goes off 

in the barge of Lysimachus. 
He/. Sure, all 's effectless •, yet nothing we '11 omit 

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness 

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you 

That for our gold we may provision have, 

Wherein we are not destitute for want, 

But weary for the staleness. 
Lys. O, sir, a courtesy 



Act V. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Which if we should deny, the most just gods 
For every graff would send a caterpillar, 60 

And so inflict our province. Yet once more 
Let me entreat to know at large the cause 
Of your king's sorrow. 
He/. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you. 

But, see, I am prevented. 

Re-enter ', from the barge, Lord, ivith Marina, and a young 
Lady. 

Lys. O, here is 

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one ! — 
Is 't not a goodly presence ? 

He/. She 's a gallant lady. 

Lys. She 's such a one, that, were I well assured 
Came of a gentle kind and noble stock, 
I 'Id wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed. 
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty 70 

Expect even here, where is a kingly patient: 
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat 
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, 
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay 
As thy desires can wish. 

Mar. Sir, I will use 

My utmost skill in his recovery, provided 
That none but I and my companion maid 
Be sufFer'd to come near him. 

Lys. Come, let us leave her ; 

And the gods make her prosperous ! [Marina sings. 

Lys. Mark'd he your music ? 

Mar. No, nor look'd on us. 81 

Lys. See, she will speak to him. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. i. 

Mar. Hail, sir ! my lord, lend ear. 

Per. Hum, ha ! 

Alar. I am a maid, 

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, 

But have been gazed on like a comet : she speaks, 

My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief 

Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd. 

Though wayward fortune did malign my state, 90 

My derivation was from ancestors 

Who stood equivalent with mighty kings : 

But time hath rooted out my parentage, 

And to the world and awkward casualties 

Bound me in servitude. [Aside] I will desist ; 

But there is something glows upon my cheek, 

And whispers in mine ear ' Go not till he speak.' 

Per. My fortune — parentage — good parentage — 

To equal mine ! — was it not thus ? what say you \ 

Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage, 

You would not do me violence. 101 

Per. I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me. 
You are like something that — What countrywoman ? 
Here of these shores ? 

Mar. No, nor of any shores : 

Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am 
No other than I appear. 

Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. 
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one 
My daughter might have been : my queen's square 

brows ; 
Her stature to an inch ; as wand-like straight, I io 
As silver-voiced ; her eyes as jewel-like 
And cased as richly ; in pace another Juno; 



Act V. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them 

hungry, 
The more she gives them speech. Where do you live ? 

Mar. Where I am but a stranger : from the deck 
You may discern the place. 

Per. Where were you bred ? 

And how achieved you these endowments, which 
You make more rich to owe ? 

Alar. If I should tell my history, it would seem 
Like lies disdain'd in the reporting. 

Per. Prithee, speak: 120 

Falseness cannot come from thee ; for thou look'st 
Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace 
For the crown'd Truth to dwell in : I will believe thee, 
And make my senses credit thy relation 
To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st 
Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends ? 
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back — 
Which was when I perceived thee — that thou earnest 
From good descending ? 

Mar. So indeed I did. 

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st 130 

Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, 
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, 
If both were open'd. 

Mar Some such thing 

I said, and said no more but what my thoughts 
Did warrant me was likely. 

Per. Tell thy story ; 

If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part 
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I 
Have suffer'd like a girl : yet thou dost look 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. i. 

Like Patience gazing on kings' graves and smiling 

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends ? 140 

How lost thou them ? Thy name, my most kind 
virgin ? 

Recount, I do beseech thee : come, sit by me. 
Mar. My name is Marina. 
Per. O, I am mock'd, 

And thou by some incensed god sent hither 

To make the world to laugh at me. 
Mar. Patience, good sir, 

Or here I '11 cease. 
Per. Nay, I '11 be patient. 

Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, 

To call thyself Marina. 
Mar. The name 

Was given me by one that had some power, 150 

My father, and a king. 
Per. How ! a king's daughter ? 

And call'd Marina ? 
Mar. You said you would believe me •, 

But, not to be a troubler of your peace, 

I will end here. 
Per. But are you flesh and blood ? 

Have you a working pulse ? and are no fairy ? 

Motion ! Well ; speak on. Where were you born ? 

And wherefore call'd Marina ? 
Mar. Call'd Marina 

For I was born at sea. 
Per. At sea ! what mother ? 

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king ; 

Who died the minute I was born, 160 

As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft 



Act V. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Deliver'd weeping. 

Per. O, stop there a little ! 

[Aside] This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep 
Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be : 
My daughter's buried. — Well: where were you bred? 
I '11 hear you more, to the bottom of your story, 
And never interrupt you. 

Mar. You scorn : believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er. 

Per. I will believe you by the syllable 

Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave : 170 
How came you in these parts ? where were you bred ? 

Mar. The king my father did in Tarsus leave me ; 
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, 
Did seek to murder me : and having woo'd 
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do 't, 
A crew of pirates came and rescued me ; 
Brought me to Mytilene. But, good sir, 
Whither will you have me ? Why do you weep ? 

It may be, 
You think me an impostor : no, good faith ; 
I am the daughter to King Pericles, 180 

If good King Pericles be. 

Per. Ho, Helicanus ! 

Hel. Calls my lord ? 

Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, 

Most wise in general : tell me, if thou canst, 
What this maid is, or what is like to be, 
That thus hath made me weep. 

Hel. I know not ; but 

Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene 
Speaks nobly of her. 

Lys. She never would tell 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. i. 

Her parentage ; being demanded that, ioo 

She would sit still and weep. 

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; 
Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; 
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me 
O'erbear the shores of my mortality, 
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither, 
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget ; 
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus, 
And found at sea again ! O Helicanus, 
Down on thy knees ; thank the holy gods as loud 
As thunder threatens us : this is Marina. 201 

What was thy mother's name ? tell me but that, 
For truth can never be confirm'd enough, 
Though doubts did ever sleep. 

Mar. First, sir, I pray, what is your title ? 

Per. I 

Am Pericles of Tyre : but tell me now 
My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said 
Thou hast been godlike perfect, the heir of kingdoms, 
And another like to Pericles thy father. 210 

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter than 
To say my mother's name was Thaisa ? 
Thaisa was my mother, who did end 
The minute I began. 

Per. Now, blessing on thee ! rise ; thou art my child. 
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus : 
She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been, 
By savage Cleon : she shall tell thee all ; 
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge 
She is thy very princess. Who is this ? 220 

He/. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene, 

11 B2 



Act V. Sc. i. PERICLES, 

Who, hearing of your melancholy state, 
Did come to see you. 
Per. I embrace you. 

Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding. 

heavens bless my girl ! But, hark, what music ? 
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him 

O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, 

How sure you are my daughter. But, what music ? 
Hel. My lord, I hear none. 
Per. None ! 230 

The music of the spheres ! List, my Marina. 
Lys. It is not good to cross him ; give him way. 
Per. Rarest sounds ! Do ye not hear ? 
Lys. My lord, I hear. 

[Music. 
Per. Most heavenly music ! 

It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber 

Hangs upon mine eyes : let me rest. [Sleeps. 

Lys. A pillow for his head : 

So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends, 

If this but answer to my just belief, 

1 '11 well remember you. 240 

[Exeunt all but Pericles. 

Diana appears to Pericles in a vision. 

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus : hie thee thither, 
And do upon mine altar sacrifice. 
There, when my maiden priests are met together, 
Before the people all, 

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife : 
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's' call, 
And give them repetition to the life. 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. ii. 

Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe ; 
Do it, and happy ; by my silver bow ! 
Awake, and tell thy dream. [Disappears. 250 

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, 
I will obey thee. Helicanus ! 

Re-enter Helicanus, Lysimachus, and Marina. 
He/. Sir ? 

Per. My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike 

The inhospitable Cleon ; but I am 

For other service first : toward Ephesus 

Turn our blown sails ; eftsoons I '11 tell thee why. 

[To Lysimachus] Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, 

And give you gold for such provision 

As our intents will need ? 
Lys. Sir, 260 

With all my heart ; and, when you come ashore, 

I have another suit. 
Per. You shall prevail, 

Were it to woo my daughter ; for it seems 

You have been noble towards her. 
Lys. Sir, lend me your arm. 

Per. Come, my Marina. [Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

Enter Goiuer before the temple of Diana at Ephesus. 
Goiv. Now our sands are almost run ; 
More a little, and then dumb. 
This, my last boon, give me, 
For such kindness must relieve me, 
That you aptly will suppose 270 

What pageantry, what feats, what shows, 



Act V. Sc. iii. PERICLES, 

What minstrelsy and pretty din, 

The regent made in Mytilene, 

To greet the king. So he thrived, 

That he is promised to be wived 

To fair Marina; but in no wise 

Till he had done his sacrifice, 

As Dian bade : whereto being bound, 

The interim, pray you, all confound. 

In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd, 280 

And wishes fall out as they 're will'd. 

At Ephesus, the temple see, 

Our king and all his company. 

That he can hither come so soon, 

Is by your fancies' thankful doom. [Exit. 

Scene III. 

The temple of Diana at Ephesus ; Thaisa standing near the altar, 
as high priestess ; a number of Virgins on each side; Cerimon 
and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending. 

Enter Pericles, with his train ; Lysimachus, Helicanus, 
Marina, and a Lady. 

Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, 
I here confess myself the king of Tyre ; 
"Who, frighted from my country, did wed 
At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa. 
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth 
A maid-child call'd Marina ; who, O goddess, 
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus 
Was nursed with Cleon ; who at fourteen years 
He sought to murder : but her better stars 
Brought her to Mytilene ; 'gainst whose shore 10 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. iii. 

Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us, 

Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she 

Made known herself my daughter. 
Thai. Voice and favour ! 

You are, you are — O royal Pericles ! — [Faints. 

Per. What means the nun ? she dies ! help, gentlemen ! 
Cer. Noble sir, 

If you have told Diana's altar true, 

This is your wife. 
Per. Reverend appearer, no ; 

I threw her overboard with these very arms. 
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. 

Per. 'Tis most certain. 20 

Cer. Look to the lady. O, she 's but overjoy'd. 

Early in blustering morn this lady was 

Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin, 

Found there rich jewels ; recover'd her, and placed her 

Here in Diana's temple. 
Per. May we see them ? 

Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, 

Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is 

Recovered. 
Thai. O, let me look ! 

If he be none of mine, my sanctity 

Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, 30 

But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord, 

Are you not Pericles ? Like him you spake, 

Like him you are : did you not name a tempest, 

A birth, and death ? 
Per. The voice of dead Thaisa ! 

Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead 

And drown'd. 



Act V. Sc. iii. PERICLES, 

Per. Immortal Dian ! 

Thai. Now I know you better. 

When we with tears parted Pentapolis, 

The king my father gave you such a ring. 39 

[Shows a ring. 
Per. This, this : no more, you gods ! your present kindness 

Makes my past miseries sports : you shall do well, 

That on the touching of her lips I may 

Melt, and no more be seen. O, come, be buried 

A second time within these arms. 
Mar. My heart 

Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. 

\Kneels to Thaisa. 
Per. Look, who kneels here ! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa ; 

Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina 

For she was yielded there. 
Thai. Blest, and mine own ! 

He/. Hail, madam, and my queen ! 
Thai. I know you not. 

Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, 

I left behind an ancient substitute : 51 

Can you remember what I call'd the man ? 

I have named him oft. 
Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then. 

Per. Still confirmation : 

Embrace him, dear Thaisa ; this is he. 

Now do I long to hear how you were found ; 

How possibly preserved ; and who to thank, 

Besides the gods, for this great miracle. 
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord ; this man, 

Through whom the gods have shown their power : 
that can 60 



PRINCE OF TYRE Act V. Sc. iii. 

From first to last resolve you. 

Per. Reverend sir, 

The gods can have no mortal officer 
More like a god than you. Will you deliver 
How this dead queen re-lives ? 

Cer. I will, my lord. 

Beseech you, first go with me to my house, 
Where shall be shown you all was found with her ; 
How she came placed here in the temple ; 
No needful thing omitted. 

Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision ! I 

Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa, Jo 

This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, 

Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, 

This ornament 

Makes me look dismal will I clip to form ; 

And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, 

To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify. 

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir, 
My father's dead. 

Per. Heavens make a star of him ! Yet there, my queen, 
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves 80 

Will in that kingdom spend our following days : 
Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. 
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay 
To hear the rest untold : sir, leads the way. 

[Exeunt. 

Enter Goiver. 

Goiv. In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard 
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: 
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen, 



Act V. Sc. iii. PERICLES, 

Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen, 

Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, 

Led on by heaven and crown'd with joy at last : 90 

In Helicanus may you well descry 

A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty : 

In reverend Cerimon there well appears 

The worth that learned charity aye wears : 

For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame 

Had spread their cursed deed and honour'd name 

Of Pericles, to rage the city turn, 

That him and his they in his palace burn ; 

The gods for murder seemed so content 

To punish, although not done, but meant. 

So, on your patience evermore attending, 100 

New joy wait on you ! Here our play has ending. 

[Exit. 



PRINCE OF TYRE 



Glossary. 



Absolute, faultless, perfect ; Prol. IV. 

3 1 - 
Auount, accounted (Quartos, " ac- 

count'd," "accounted" ; Folios 3, 4, 

"counted"); Prol. I. 30. 
Address'd, prepared; II. iii. 94. 
Afore me, on my word, by my soul ; 

a slight oath ; II. i. 84. 
Amazement, confusion, bewilderment; 

I. ii. 26. 

Appliance, appliances ; III. ii. 86. 
Approve, commend; II. i. 55. 
Argentine, silver hued ; V. i. 251. 
As, as if; Prol. I. 24; I. i. 16. 

, that ; I. ii. 3. 

Attend, await ; I. iv. 79. 
Attendme, listen to me; I. ii. 70. 
Attribute; "an honest a.," reputa- 
tion for honesty ; IV. iii. 18. 
A-vaunt, out of my sight ; IV. vi. 125. 
Aivful, full of awe, reverent ; Prol. 

II. 4. 
Aivt-ward, ad 

verse (Qi 
I ,"augivari 
V. i. 94. 



d, ad- Y 
)uarto 

■ard"); 




Bases, embroid- 
ered skirts 
which hung 
down from 
the middle to 
about t h e^j 
knees or 
lower, worn 
by knights 
on horseback; 
II. i. 167. 'The 
annexed cut 
is from the 
Desc ri pt io n 
of the Tournament held at Stutt- 
gart in 1609.) 



Beacon; I. iv. 87. The subjoined cut 
represents a beacon preserved on 
the tower of Hadley Church, 
Barnet. 




Beholding, beholden; II. v. 25. 

Belching, vomiting; III. i. 63. 

Bloiun, swollen; V. i. 256. 

Blurted at, held in contempt; IV. 
iii. 34. 

Bolins, bowlines; III. i. 43. 

Bonum quo anliquius, eo melius; i.e. a 
good thing for being old, the 
older the better; Prol. I. 10. 

Bootless, without gain, profitless ; V. 

»■ 33- 
Boots, avails, helps ; I. ii. 20. 
Hot 's on't, an execration ; II. i. 122. 
Bran , armour worn on the arm ; II. 

i. 131. 
Braid, reproach, upbraid (Malone, 

" 'braid") ; I. i. 93. 
Breathing, exercise; II. iii. 101. 
Buxom, lively, fresh ; Prol. I. 23. 



Glossary 

Ca« = gan, (an old auxiliary form) 
= did; Prol. III. 36. 

Cates, delicacies; II. iii. 29. 

Censure, opinion ; II. iv. 34. 

Chance, chances it ; IV. i. 23. 

Character, handwriting ; III. iv. 3. 

Cheapen, bid for; IV. vi. 10. 

Chequin, an Italian gold coin ( Quarto 
I, "Checiins"; Quartos 2, 3, 
" Ckickins" ; Quartos 4, 5, 6, 
Folio 3, " Chicleens" ; Folio 4, 
"Chickens"); IV. ii. 28. (Cp. 
illustration.) 




From a Venetian specimen of 
Shakespeare's era. 

Chiding, noisy ; III. i. 32. 

City, inhabitants of the city, citizens; 
V. iii. 97. 

Clear, virtuous ; IV. vi. 113. 

Clerks, scholars ; Prol. V. 5, 

Cockles, mussel-shells ; IV. iv. 2. 

Coigns, corners (Quartos, Folios 3, 
4, ' : Crignes"); Prol. III. 17. 

Commend, commendation ; II. ii. 49. 

Companion ; " her mild c," the com- 
panion of her mildness " (Daniel 
conj. " her -wild c." ; " in her mild 
company '") ; I. i. 18. 

Conceit, ability to think : III. i. 16. 
Conclusion, (?) problem ; I. i. 56. 
Conditions, disposition ; III. i. 29. 
Condolements, blunder for doles ; Ii. i. 

154. 
Confound, waste, consume ; V. ii. 14. 
Consist, insist; I. iv. 83. 
Conversation, conduct; Prol. II. 9. 
Convince, overcome, defeat ; I. ii. 123. 
Copp'd, round-topped ; I. i. 100. 
Countervail, balance. equal ; II. iii. 56. 



PERICLES, 

Countless, infinite; I. i. 31. 
Cunning, knowledge, skill; III. ii. 27. 
Curious, elegant, nice ; I. iv. 43. 

Darks, darkens, obscures ; Prol. IV. 

35- 
Date, appointed term of life; III. iv. 

14. 

Death-Hie, deadly ; I. i. 29. 

Deliver, tell, relate; V. iii. 63. 

Deliver d, told, related; V. i. 162. 

Dern, secret, dreary ; Prol. III. 15. 

Desire (trisyllabic) ; I. i. 20. 

Diana's temple; III. iv. 13. (This 
famous building is well represented 
in the large brass medallion of An- 
toninus Pius, here facsimiled.) 




Distain, stain (Steevens conj. ; 
Quartos and Folios 3, 4, " dis- 



dai 



) 



IV. 



3»- 



Distemperature, disorder ; V. i. 27. 
Dole, sorrow ; Prol. III. 42. 
Dooms, judgment ; Prol. III. 32. 
Doubt, suspect; I. ii. 86. 
Doubting, fearing ; I. iii. 22. 
Dropping, dripping wet ; IV. i. 63. 
Dumbs, makes dumb ; Prol. V. 5. 

Eaning time, time of delivery ; III.iv.6. 
Earnest, money given beforehand ; 

IV. i. 49. 
Eche, eke out (Quartos, Folio 3, 

" each '') ; Prol. HI. 13. 
Eftsoons, soon, by and by ; V. i. 256. 



PRINCE OF TYRE 



Glossary 



Griefs, grievances ; II. iv. 23. 
Grieve, grieve us ; II. iv. 19. 
Gripe at, grasp at, catch at; I. i. 49 

Haling, dragging (Malone, " ivith 
hauling of the"); IV. i. 55. 

Happily, haply, perhaps ; I. iv. 9;. 

Hatched, closed with a half door ; 
IV. ii. 35. 

Having, possession; II. i. 143. 

Heap, mass, body (Jackson conj. 
"head"; Collier (ed. 2), " head" • 
Bailey conj. "shape"); I. i. 33. 

Hie thee, hasten ; III. i. 69. 

Hies, hastens ; Prol. V. 20. 

Hight, is called ; Prol. IV. 18. 

Holy-ales, rural festivals on saints' 
days ; (?) church-ales, or wakes 
(Steevens' emendation ; Quartos 
and Folios, ' ' holy-dayes " ) ; Prol. 
I. 6. (The annexed cut is a 
unique representation of one of 
these ancient popular festivals.) 



Ember-eves, evenings preceding the 
ember-days, days of fasting at 
four seasons of the year ; Prol. 1. 6. 

Entertain, entertainment ; I. i. 119. 

Entrance (trisyllabic) ; II. iii. 64. 

Erst, erewhile, formerly ; I. i. 49. 

Escapen, escape; Prol. II. 36. 

Exposition, expounding, interpreta- 
tion ; I. i. 112. 

Extremity, the extremity of suffering: 
V. i. 140. 

Eyne, eyes; Prol. III. 5. 

Fact, deed,(?) crime (Quartos, Folios 
3, 4, "face"; Mason conj. "feat"); 

IV. iii. 12. 
Fault, misfortune ; IV. ii. 75. 
Favour, face, appearance ; IV. i. 25 ; 

V. iii. 13. 
Fere, companion, spouse (Quartos, 

" Peere" ; Folios 3, 4, " Peer") ; 

Prol. I. 21. 
Fits, befits ; I. i. 157. 
Flap-jacks, pancakes; II. i. 87 
Flaiv, stormy wind; III. i. 39. 
For, fit for ; I. i. 7. 

~, for fear of; I. i. 40. 

, in place of, instead of; III. i. 62. 

, because; III. iii. 13; V. i. 

158; V. iii. 48. 
Forbear, bear with ; II. iv. 46. 
'Fore, before (Quartos, Folios 3, 4, 

"from" ,; Prol. III. 6. 
For that, because; II. i. 81. 
Frame, go, resort : Prol. I. 32. 

, shape, mould ; II. v. 81, 

Furtherance, help ; II. i. 1 5 8. 

Gat, begat ; II. ii. 6. 

'Gins, begins ; III. ii. 95. 

Give him glad, make him glad ; Prol. 

II. 38. 
Give's, J^ive us; II. iv. 32. 
Glad, gladden ; f. iv. 28. 
Glaze, make empty words, use deceit- From a X'Vth century sculpture over the 

I j J ; porch of Chalk Church, near Grave-send 

Gone through, bid high; IV. ii. 47. Honour, honourable office ; II ii. 14. 

Graff, grait ; V. i. 60. 1 Husbandly, economy of time ; (?) 

Greets, gratifies ; IV. iii. 38. attention to business; III. ii. 20. 




Glossary 



PERICLES, 



In, even in ; I. iv. 102. 

Inflict, afflict ; V. i. 61. 

In hacspevivo, in this hope I live ; II. 
ii. 44. (This device is supposed 
by Douce to be altered from the 
one here copied from Paradin.) 




Inkle, a kind of tape; here probably 
some kind of embroidery silk ; 
Prol. V. 8. 

Intend, bend, direct; I. ii. 116. 

Intents, intentions ; V. i. 259. 

I-ivis, truly, certainly ; Prol. II. 2. 

Jetted, stalked, strutted; I. iv. 26. 
Jot/, rejoice; II. i. 163. 
Just, joust, tilt; II. i. 113. 

Killen, kill ; Prol. II. 20. 

Late, lately ; IV. iv. 15. 

Level, aim ; II. iii. 114. 

Level at, aim at ; I. i. 165. 

Lien, lain ; III. ii. 85. 

Light, alighted, fallen ; IV. ii. 73. 

Like, equal, the same; I. i. 10? 

IV. v. 1. 
, just as ; II. iv. 36. 



Like, likely; III. i. 17; IV. i. 80. 
Loners, belongs to (Singer, "longs" ; 

Quartos, "long's"; Folios 3, 4, 

"long's"); Prol. II. 40. 
Looks, faces, countenances (alluding 

to the heads of suitors which were 

set up at the gate to terrify others 

who might come); Prol. I. 40. 
Lop, cut off; I. ii. 90. 
Loud music, made by clashing of 

armour ; II. iii. 97. 
Lo-wn, base fellow; IV. vi. 19. 
Lux tua vita mihi, thy light is life to 

me; II. ii. 21. 

Malkin, slattern (Quarto 3, " Moiv- 
iin" ; the rest, " Marukin " ; the 
old pronunciation) ; IV. iii. 34. 

Manage, training; usually used of 
a horse ; IV. vi. 69. 

Mask'd, concealing as with a mask 
its cruel nature (Dyce conj. 
"vast"; S. Walker conj. "moist"; 
Kinnear conj. "mighty"; Elze 
conj. " calmest"); III. iii. 36. 

Me pompm provexit apex, " the desire 
of renown drew me to this enter- 
prise" (Wilkins' Novel); II. ii. 
30. (Cp. illustration.) 




From "The Heroicall Devises of 
M. CUudiu.s Paradin," 1591, 



PRINCE OF TYRE 



Glossary 



Mis-dread, fear of evil ; I. ii. 12. 

Moons, months; Prol. III. 31. 

Mortal, fatal ; III. ii. no. 

Mortally, in the manner of mortals; 
V. i. 105. 

Motion, a working pulse (Pericles' 
exclamation after he has felt 
Marina's pulse); Steevens, "no 
motion?" i.e. "Are you not a 
puppet? " V. i. 156. 

Must, must come to (Wray conj. 
"must be"); I. i. 44. 

Ne nor ; Prol. II. 36. 

Needle (pronounced neeld) ; Prol. IV. 

Neglection, neglect; III. iii. 20. 
Nicely, scrupulously ; IV. i. 6. 
Nill, will not; Prol. III. 55. 
Not, not only ; III. ii. 46. 
Nousle, nurse ; I. iv. 42. 

Of, (?) on (Folios, "on"); Prol. 

V. 22. 
Old, of old, long ago ; Prol. I. i. 
On, of; II. i. 7 ; II. i. 36 ; III. iii. 20. 
Open, disclose, reveal ; I. ii. 87 ; IV. 

iii. 23. 
Opinion, public opinion; II. ii. 56. 
Oppress, suppress; Prol. III. 29. 
Orbs, spheres; I. ii. 122. 
Ostent, ostentation, display (Quartos, 

Folios 3, 4, "stint"); I. ii. 25. 
Oive, own ; V. i. 1 18. 

Parted, departed from ; V. iii. 38. 

Partakes, communicates; I. i. 152. 

Passion, grief; IV. iv. 24. 

Perch, measure, mile (according to 
some .— " resting-place"); Prol. 
III. 15. 

Perishen, perish ; Prol. II. 35. 

Piece, masterpiece; IV. vi. 118. 

Pilch = leathern coat (used as a pro- 
per name) ; II. i. 12. 

Piu por dulxura que pur fuerxa, more 
by gentleness than by force (the 
Italian "piu" is used instead of 
the Spanish " mas ") ; II. ii. 27. 



Plain, make plain ; Prol. III. 14. 
Porpus, porpoise (Quartos, Folios 

3, 4, " Porpas ") ; II. i. 26. 
Portly, imposing ; I. iv. 61. 
Pregnant, prompt, ready; Prol. IV. 44. 
Present, "his p.," that which he 

presents ; II. ii. 42. 
, instant, immediate ; Prol. IV. 

38 ; V. i. 193. 
Presently, immediately ; III. i. 82. 
Prest, prompt, ready ; Prol. IV. 45. 
Principals, corner-posts; III. ii. 16. 
Proportion, portion, fortune ; IV. ii. 

28. 
Prorogue, draw out, linger out ; V. 

i. 26. 
Purchase, gain, profit (Steevens 

conj., adopted by Malone, "pur- 
pose ") ; Prol. I. 9. 

Quaintly, skilfully ; Prol. III. 13. 

Quid, invigorating; IV. i. 28. 

Quirks, caprices ; IV. vi. 8. 

Quit, requite; III. i. 35. 

Quod me alit, me extinguit, that which 

gives me life, gives me death ; 

II. ii. 33. (Cp. illustration.) 




From Daniel's Translation n/Tau/w; 
Jovius, 158;. 



Glossary 



PERICLES, 



Rapture, violent effort (Quartos, 
Folios 3, 4, "rupture"); II. i. 

J 59- 
Records, sings ; Prol. IV. 27. 
Reft, bereft; II. iii. 84. 
Repeated, mentioned, told ; I. i. 

96. 
Resist me, are distasteful to me; II. 

iii. 29. 
Resolve, solve; I. i. 71. 

, satisfy ; II. v. 68. 

, tell, inform ; V. i. 1 ; V. iii. 

61. 
Resolved, satisfied, convinced ; II. iv. 

3 1 - 

Return them, announce to them ; II. 

ii. 4. 
Ruff; IV. ii in. (Cp. illustra- 
tion.) 




From a Spanish portrait of the 
date 1503. 



Sic speclanda fides, thus faith is to be 
tested; II. ii. 38. (Cp, illustra- 
tion.) 




'Safd, assayed, those who have 

assayed ; I. i. 59, 60. 
Semblance, ( trisyllabic ) ; I. iv. \ Straight, immediately ; III. i. 54 

Strain, race; IV. iii. 24. 



From " The Heroicall Devises of M. 
Claudius Paradin . . . ,'' 1591. 

Sleided, raw. untwisted (Quartos, 
Folio 3. "sleded"; Folio 4, 
"sledded"); Prol. IV. 21. 

Smooth, flatter ; I. ii. 78. 

So, well and good ; IV. ii. 46. 

Sometime, once; II. i. 141. 

Sometimes, formerly, sometime; I. i. 

34- 
Someichat, something; II. i. 126. 
Speeding, succeeding; II. iii. 116. 
Speken, speak; Prol. II. 12. 
Standing-boivl, a bowl resting on a 

foot ; II. iii. 65. 
Stay, await ; II. ii. 3. 
Stead, aid, help; Prol. III. 21; 

Prol. IV. 41. 
Still, continually, always; Prol. I. 

36. 



Shall's, shall we; IV. v. 7. 
Shine, brightness ; I. ii. 124. 
Shipman, seaman ; I. iii. 24. 
Shores, sewers; IV. vi. 186. 



Suddenly, quickly ; III. i. 70. 
, at once, immediately; IV. i. 

Take, betake; III. iv. 10. 



PRINCE OF TYRE 



Glossary 



Tellus, the earth ; IV. i. 14. 
That, if; Prol. I. 13. 

, so that ; Prol. V. 7. 

Thetis, the sea goddess; IV. iv. 39. 
Thorough, through; IV. iii. 35. 
Theughten, thinking; IV. vi. 115. 
Throng\i up, pressed, numbed; II. i. 

77- 
Throned, pressed, crushed ; I. i. 

101. 
Thwarting, crossing ; IV. iv. 10. 
Tire, furniture, bed-furniture (?) = 

comfortably and richly furnished 

bed ; III. ii. 22. 
To, compared to ; II. iii. 36. 
To-bless, bless (to, used intensively) ; 

IV. vi. 23. 
Tourney, hold a tournament; II. i. 

114. 
Triumph, tournament; II. ii. X. 

Unscissar'd, uncut, untouched by the 

scissors ; III. iii. 29. 
Unto, according to, in comparison 

to ; II. i. 161. 

Fail, lower ; II. iii. 42. 

, do homage; Prol. IV. 29. 

Vails, perquisites received by ser- 
vants ; II. i. 155. 

Vegetivcs, vegetables, plants ; III. 
ii. 36. 

Viol, vial, phial f Quartos 4, 5, 6 ; 
Folios 3. 4, " ■viall") ; III. ii. 90. 



Visor, mask. ; IV. iv. 44. 

Wages, equals, weighs ; IV. ii. 32. 

W anion ; " with a w." = "with a 
curse on you," "with a venge- 
ance" (probably ultimately de- 
rived from the phrase " in the 
•waniand," i.e. " in the waning 
moon," i.e. at an unlucky time, 
hence = with ill-luck); II. i. 17. 

Weed, garment, robe; IV. i. 14. 

Well-a-day, grief, woe ; IV. iv. 49. 

Well-a-near, alas ! well-a-day ; Prol. 
III. 51. 

Well said, well done; III. ii. 87. 

Where, whereas; I. i. 127; II. iii. 

43- 
Whereas, where ; I. iv. 70. 
Whipstock, the handle of a whip ; 

II. ii. 51. 

Who, he who; I. i. 94. 

Wight, man ; Prol. I. 39. 

Wit, know; IV. iv. 31. 

With, by; I. i. 4; II. i. 68, 69. 

Word, motto; II. ii. 21. 

Would; " I w.," I wish ; III. i. 42. 

Writ, holy writ, gospel fQuartos 

2, 3, " ivrite" • Steevens conj. 

"ivit"; Nicholson conj. "Writ"); 

Prol. II. 12. 

Younger, past, ago; I. iv. 39. 
Y-slaked, sunk to repose; Prol. 

III. 1. 



Notes 



PERICLES, 



II. iii. 29. 'resist'; Collier conj. 'distaste.' 

: ' he not ' ; so Quartos 2-6, Folios 3, 4 ; Malone, ' she nut ' ; Malone 

conj. 'he note'; Steevens conj. 'be not'; Mason conj. ' she but'; Dyce 
conj. ' he but.' 

II. iii. 50. 'stored'; Steevens conj.; Quartos 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, ' stur'd' ; 
Folios 3, 4, ' stirr'd' ; Mason conj. ' sto-w'd.' 

II. iii. 63. ' kill'd are -wonder' d at ' ; Daniel, ' still ne'er ivondered at ' ; Anon, 
conj. ' kill'd are scorned at ' ; Kin near, ' little are -wonder 'd at.' 

II. iv. 41. 'For honour's cause'; Uyce's reading; Quartos, Folios 3, 4, 
' Try honours cause'; Steevens conj. 'Try honour's course'; Jackson conj. 
' Cry, honour's cause/ ' ; Anon. conj. ' By honour's cause. 

Prol. III. 35. 'T-ravished' ; Steevens conj.; Quarto 1, ' Iranyshed' ; 
Quarto 2, ' Irani/ shed' ; the rest, ' Irony shed.' 

III. i. 7-8. 'Thou stormest -venomously; Wilt'; Dyce's reading; Quartos, 
Folios 3, 4, ' then storme -venomously, Wilt'; Malone, 'Thou storm, -venomously. 
Wilt' ; Steevens, ' Thou, storm, thou! -venomously Wilt' ; Collier, ' Thou storm, 
-venomously Wilt.' 

III. i. 14. 'travails'; Folio 3, 'travels'; Dyce, 'travail.' 
III. i. 26. ' Use honour ivith you'; Steevens reads, ' Vie honour -with your- 
selves' ; Mason conj. ' Vie honour ivith you. 

111. i. 63. ' aye-remaining lamps' ; Malone's conj. ; Quartos I, 2, 3, ' ayre 
remayning lampes '; Quartos 4, 5, 6, ' ayre remaining lampes '; Folio 3 , ' ayre re- 
maining lamps'; Folio 4, 'air remaining lamps'; Jackson conj. 'area-manesing, etc. 
III. ii. 1-. ' all-to topple'; Singer (ed. 2), ' al-to topple'; Quartos, Folios 

3, 4, 'all to topple '; Dyce, ' allto-topple.' 
III. ii. 22. 'Rich tire'; Steevens 
conj. 'Such toivers ' ; Quartos 1, 2, 
3, ' Rich tire ' ; the rest, ' Rich attire ' ; 
Jackson conj. 'Rich Tyre'; Collier 
(ed. 2), ' Rich 'tire.' 

III. ii. 41. 'treasure' ; Steevens' 
emendation for 'pleasures' and 'plea- 
sure' of Quartos, Folios 3. 4. 

III. ii. 42. 'to please the fool and 
death.' Cp. the accompanying initial 
from Stowe's Survey of London 
(1618.) Steevens explained the 
words as an allusion to an old 
print exhibiting Death in the act of 
plundering a miser of his bags, and 
the Fool standing behind, and grinning at the process 




PRINCE OF TYRE Notes 

III. ii. 48 'time shall never. . . ' so Quartos 1, 2, 3 ; Quartos 4, 5, 
6, Folios 3, 4, ' neuer shall decay'; Malone, 'time shall never — '; Dyce, 
'time shall never raze'; Staunton, 'time shall ne'er decay'; Anon. conj. 
' time shall never end.' 

III. iii. 7. ' ivanderingly' ; Quartos, Folios 3, 4, ' -wondringly' ; Schmidt 
conj. ' ivoundingly. 

III. iii. 29. ' Unscissar'd shall this hair' ; Steevens' emendation ; Quartos 
1-4, ' vnsisterd . . . heyre' ; Quarto 5, ' unsisterd shall his heyres ' ; Quarto 
6, 'unsisterd . . . heire' ; Folios 3, 4, ' unsister'd . . . heir.' 

III. iii. 30. 'shoiv ill'; Quartos and Folios read ' shoiv -will'; the 
correction was made independently by Malone and Dyce ; this and the 
previous emendations are confirmed by the corresponding passage in the 
Novel. 

Prol. IV. 17. 'marriage rite'; Collier's reading; Percy conj. 'marriage 
rites'; Quartos, Folios 3, 4, ' marriage sight'; Steevens conj., adopted by 
Malone, ' marriage fight' ; Steevens conj. ' marriage night.' 

Prol. IV. 26. 'night-bird' ; Malone's emendation of Quartos, Folios 3, 
4, ' night bed.' 

IV. i. 5. ' infiaming love i' thy bosom '; Knight's emendation of Quarto i, 
' infiaming, thy ioue bosome,' etc. 

IV. i. 11. ' only mistress' death'; Malone (1790), ' old mistress' death'; 
Percy conj. ' old nurse's death,' etc., etc. 

IV. i. 64. ' stem to stern ' ; Malone's emendation ; Quartos, ' sterne to 
sterne ' ; Folios 3, 4, ' stern to stern.' 

IV. i. 97. ' the great pirate Valdes' ; "perhaps there is here a scornful 
allusion to Don Pedro de Valdes, a Spanish admiral taken by Drake in 
1588" (Malone). 

IV. iii. 17. 'pious'; Mason conj., and Wilkins' novel, adopted by 
Collier; Quartos 1, 2, 3, ' impious' ; the rest omit the word. 

IV. iii. 47-48. 'dost, ivith thine angel's face, Seize'; Malone conj. ' Jost 
•wear thine angel' s face ; Seize'; 'Steevens, 'doth ivear an angel's face, Seize'; 
Hudson (1881), ' doth use an angel's jace, Then seize. 

IV. iii. 48. 'talons ' ; Rowe's emendation of Quartos, Folios 3, 4, ' talents,' 

IV. iv. 13-16. The arrangement of the lines is according to Hudson's 
edition (1881). 

IV. iv. 18. ' his pilot thought ' ; Steevens conj. ' his pilot -wrought' ; Mason 
conj. 'this pilot-thought'; Quartos 1, 2, 3, 'this Pilat thought'; the rest, 
' this Pilate thought.' 

IV. iv. 48. ' scene must play ' ; Malone's emendation ( 1790) : Quartos, Folios 
3, 4 read ' Stearr muit plaij ' ; Steevens conj., adopted by Malone ("1780), 
' tears mint plau ' : Malone conj. ' stage must /'lay ' ; Steevens, ' scenes display.' 



Notes 



PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE 



V. i. 47. ' deafen' d' \ Malone's emendation ; Quarto 1, 'defend' '; the rest, 

' defended. ' 

V. i. 72. ' prosperous and artificial feat' ; i.e. 'gracefully and skilfully per- 
formed' ; Mason conj. ' prosperous artifice and fate' ; Steevens, ' prosperous- 
artifcial feat . ' 

; 'feat' ; Percy conj., adopted by Steevens, Quartos, Folios 3, 4, 

'fate.' 

V. i. 209-210. The passage is so corrupt that the Cambridge editors 
found themselves obliged to leave it as it stands in the Quartos and Folios. 

V. i. 235. 'nips'- Collier conj. 'raps.' 

V. i. 247. 'life'; Charlemont conj.. adopted by Malone ; Quartos. 
Folios 3, 4, 'like.' 




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