Prescanned Shakespeare.com
presented by Acoustic Learning
Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA'S palace.
[Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO]
PHILO
,
, ,
, ,
Aye, but | this dot|age of | our gen|eral's
, ,
, ,
,
Oreflows | the meas|ure: those | his good|ly eyes
, ,
, ,
,
That ore | the files | and must|ers of | the war,
,
, ,
Have glowed | like plat|ed Mars:
, ,
Now* bend,| now*
turn
,
, ,
, ,
The of|fice and | devo|tion of | their view
,
, , ,
,
Upon | a taw|ny front.| His cap|tain's heart,
,
, , ,
,
Which in | the scuf|fles of / great fights | hath
burst
,
, , ,
, ->
The buck|les on | his breast,| reneges | all*
temp||er,
, 2 ,
, ,
,
And | is become | the bel|lows and | the fan
,
, ,
To cool | a gyp|sy's lust.
[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs
fanning her]
,
,
Look where | they come:
,
, ,
, ,
Take but | good* note,| and you | shall see | in
him
,
, ,
, ,
(The trip|le pil|lar of | the world)| transformed
,
, , ,
,
Into | a strump|et's fool.| Behold | and see.
CLEOPATRA
, ,
, ,
,
If it | be love | indeed,| tell me | how* much.
MARK ANTONY
, 2 ,
, ,
, ->
There's beg|gary in | the love | that can | be reck||oned.
CLEOPATRA
, 2
, , , ,
I'll | set a bourn | how* far | to be | beloved.
MARK ANTONY
,
, ,
x ,
Then must | thou needs | find^out | new* heaven,|
new^earth.
[Enter an Attendant]
ATTENDANT
,
, ,
News (my | good* lord)| from Rome.
MARK ANTONY
, ,
Grates me,| the sum.
CLEOPATRA
, , 2 ->
Nay* hear | them Ant||ony. \\
, 2 ,
, , ,
Fulv|ia perchance | is ang|ry: or / who knows,
, ,
, ,
,
If the / scarce-beard|ed Cae|sar have / not sent
x
, , 2 ,
,
His power|ful man|date to you.| Do this,| or
this;
T . T
T , ,
,
Take in that king|dom, and en//franchise that;
x ,
,
Perform it,| or else | we damn | thee.
MARK ANTONY
, ,
How,| my love?
CLEOPATRA
, ,
,
Perchance?| Nay, and | most like: \\
, ,
, , 2
,
You must^/not stay | here long/er, your
dis|mission
, ,
, x , 2
Is come | from Cae|sar, there|fore hear it |
Antony.
, ,
, ,
, ,
Where's Fulv/ia's | process?| (Caesar's | I would
/ say) both?
,
, ,
, ,
,
Call in | the mes|sengers:| as I | am Eg|ypt's
queen, (hex with prev)
, , 2
, ,
,
Thou blush|est Ant|ony, and | that blood | of
thine
,
, , , 2
T T T
Is Cae|sar's hom|ager:| else so thy | cheek pays
shame
,
, ,
, ,
,
When shrill-|tongued | Fulvi|a scolds.| The
mes|sengers. (hex with prev)
MARK ANTONY
, ,
, ,
,
Let Rome | in Tib|er melt,| and the / wide arch
2 ,
T T T ,
,
Of the ranged | empire fall:| Here is | my space,
,
, ,
, ,
Kingdoms | are clay:| Our dung|y earth | alike
T T .
T ,
, ,
Feeds beast as man;| the nob|leness | of life
T . T
T
, , 2
,
Is to do thus:| when such | a mu|tual pair,
,
, x ,
,
And such | a twain | can do it,| in which | I
bind
, ,
, ,
,
On pain | of pun|ishment,| the world | to weet
,
,
We stand | up^peer|less.
CLEOPATRA
, ,
,
Ex|cellent / falsehood:
, 2
, , 2 ,
,
Why did he | marry | Fulvia,| and not | love her?
, ,
2 , , 2 ,
, ->
I'll seem | the fool | I am not.| Antony | will be
|| himself.
MARK ANTONY
,
, , o
But stirred | by Cle|opat|ra.
,
, ,
, ,
Now for | the love | of Love | and her / soft
hours,
,
, , , ,
Let's^not | confound | the time | with
confe|rence harsh;
, ,
, ,
,
There's not | a min|ute of | our lives | should
stretch
, ,
, , ,
Without | some^pleas|ure now.| What sport |
tonight?
CLEOPATRA
, 2
,
Hear the ambas|sadors./
MARK ANTONY
, ,
,
Fie wrang|ling queen:
,
, ,
, ,
Whom eve|ry thing | becomes,| to chide,| to
laugh,
, ,
, ,
,
To weep:| whose^eve|ry pass|ion ful|ly strives
,
, ,
, ,
To make | itself |(in thee)| fair, and | admired.
, , , , ,
, ->
No* mes|senger | but thine,| and all | alone,||
tonight
, ,
, ,
We'll wand|er through | the streets,| and
note
, ,
, ,
,
The qual|ities | of peo|ple. Come | my queen,
, ,
x , ,
Last^night | you did | desire it.| speak not / to
us.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with their train]
DEMETRIUS
, ,
, 2 , ,
Is Cae|sar with | Anton|ius prized | so slight?
PHILO
T T T
, , ,
2
Sir sometimes | when he | is not | Antony,
. T T T
, , ,
He comes too short | of that / great prop|erty
, ,
, , oo
Which still | should go | with Ant|ony.|
DEMETRIUS
I am full sorry, that he approves the common liar who thus speaks of him at
Rome; but I will hope of better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy.
[Exeunt]