Antony and Cleopatra
Act I. Scene V.
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN.
- Ha, ha!
Give me to drink mandragora.
- Why, madam?
- That I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Antony is away.
- You think of him too much.
- O! ’tis treason.
- Madam, I trust, not so.
- Thou, eunuch Mardian!
- What ’s your highness’ pleasure?
- Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught a eunuch has. ’Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar’d, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
- Yes, gracious madam.
- Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what in deed is honest to be done;
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.
- O Charmian!
Where think’st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse, for wot’st thou whom thou mov’st?
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 Phœbus’ amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground I was
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.
- Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
- 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?
- Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss’d, the last of many doubled kisses,
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
- Mine ear must pluck it thence.
- ‘Good friend,’ quoth he,
‘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.
- What! was he sad or merry?
- Like to the time o’ the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad nor merry.
- 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,
So does it no man else. Mett’st thou my posts?
- Ay, madam, twenty several messengers.
Why do you send so thick?
- 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?
- O! that brave Caesar.
- Be chok’d with such another emphasis!
Say the brave Antony.
- The valiant Caesar!
- By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Caesar paragon again
My man of men.
- By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
- My salad days,
When I was green in judgment, 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’ll unpeople Egypt. [ Exeunt.]