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Ces. Cleopatra, know,
We answer others' merits* in our name,
[ledg, (Which towards you are most gentle,) you Not what you have reserv'd, nor what ackcor. shall find
Put we i'the roll of conquest: still be it yours, A benefit in this change; but if you seek Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe, To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
Cesar's no merchant, to make prize with you Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself of things that merchants sold. Therefore be Of my good purposes, and put your children
cheer'd; To that destruction which I'll guard them Make not your thoughts your prisons: Do, from,
dear queen; If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. For we intend so to dispose you, as (sleep: Cleo. And may, through all the world : 'tis Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and yours: and we
Our care and pity is so much upon you, Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, That we remain your friend; And so adieu. shall
(lord Cleo. My master, and my lord! Hang in what place you please. Here, my good Ces. Not so: Adieu. Ces. You shall advise me in all for Cleopa
[Ereunt CESAR, and his Train tra.
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and
I should not jewels,
Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian. I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued ;
[Whispers CHARMIAN. Not petty things admitted.- Where's Seleucus? Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is Sel. Here, madam.
And we are for the dark.
[done, Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, Cleo. Hie thee again:
I have spoke already, and it is provided; Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd
Go, put it to the haste. To myselt
nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. Chur. Madam, I will. Sel. Madam, I bad rather seel* my lips, than, to my peril,
Re-enter DOLABELLA. Speak that which is not.
Dol. Where is the queen ? Cleo. What have I kept back?
Char. Behold, Sir. (Exit CHARMIAS. Sel. Enough to purchase what you have
Cleo. Dolabella ? made known.
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your cooCes. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
mand, Your wisdom in the deed.
Which my love makes religion to obey, Cleo. See, Cesar! O, behold,
I tell you this: Cesar through Syria How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be Iotends his journey; and, within three days, yours;
[mine. You with your children will be send before And, should we shift estates, yours would be Make your best use of this: I bave perform'd The ingratitude of this Seleucus does (trust | Your pleasure, and my promise. Even make me wild :-O slave, of no more Than love that's hir'd !-What, goest thou I shall remain your debtor.
Cleo. Dolabella, back? thou shalt
Dol. I your servant. Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine Adien, good queen; I must attend on Cesar. Though they had wings: Slave, soulless vil.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. (Erit Dol.] lian, dog!
Now, Iras, what think'st thou ? O rarelyt base!
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shows Ces. Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Cesar, what a wounding shame is With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
In Rome, as well as I: mechanic slaves, this;
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded, Doing the honour of thy lordliness
And forc'd to drink their vapour. To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Irus. The gods forbid ! Parcelt the sum of my disgraces by
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy Addition of his envy! Say, good Cesar,
(rhymers That I some lady trifles have reserv'd,
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald Immoment toys, things of such dignity. As we greet moderng friends withal; and say, Extemporally will stage us, and present
Ballad us out o'tune: the quick comedians Some nobler token I have kept apart
Qur Alexandrian revels; Antony For Livial and Octavia, s to induce
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Their mediation; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods ! It l'the posture of a whore.
Some squeaking Cleopatra boyộ my greatness smites me
Iras. O the good gods ! Beneath the fall I have. Pr’ythee, go hence;
Cleo. Nay, that is certain. [TO SELEUCUS.
Irus. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails Or I shall show the cinders** of my spirits
Are stronger than mine eyes. Through the ashes of my chance :-Wert thou
Cleo. Why that's the way a man,
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.—Now, Charmian
Enter CHARMIAN. misthought For things that others do; and, when we fall, Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch
Merits or demerits. + Beadles. Sew up. + Uncommonly. Add to.
Lively. Female characters were played by both Cesar's wife and 1 Sister,
My best attires ;-I am again for Cydnus, To praise my noble act; I hear him mock To meet Mark Antony :-Sirrah, Iras, go.. The luck of Cesar, which the gods give men Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed: To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: And, when thou hast done this chare,* I'll Now to that name my courage prove my title ! give thee leave
I am fire, and air; my other elements To play till doomsday.-Bring our crown and I give to baser life.-50,-have you done? Wherefore's this poise ?
(all. Come then, and take the last warmth of my [Exit Iras. A Noise within.
(well. Enter one of the GUARD.
Farewell,' kind Charmian ;-Iras, long fareGuard. Here is a rural fellow,
(Kisses them. IRAs falls and dies. That will not be denied your highness' presence; If thou and pature can so gently part,
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? He brings you figs.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instru. Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? ment
[Exit GUARD. If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. It is not worth leave-taking. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I of woman in me: Now from head to foot
may say I am marble-constant: now the fleetingi moon The gods themselves do weep! No planet is of mine.
Cleo. This proves me base :
If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Guard. This is the man.
Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit GUARD.
wretch, Hast thou the pretty wormt of Nilus there,
(To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast. That kills and pains not?
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not Be angry, and despatch. O, could’st thou
Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do that I might hear thee call great Cesar, ass
speak! die of it, do seldom or never recover. Cleo. Remembers't thou any that have died
Char. O eastern star! on't?
Cleo. Peace, peace! Cloun. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: Dost thou pot see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep? a very honest woman, but something given to
Char. O, break! O, break! lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty : how she died of the biting of it,
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as what pain she felt,-Truly, she makes a very O Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :
gentle, good report o'the worm: But he that will beLieve all that they say, shall never be saved by What should I stay
(Applying another Asp to her Arm. half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
(Falls on a Bed, and dies. Clen. Get thee hence; farewell.
Char. In this wild world ?—So, fare thee
well.Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the Basket. Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Clown. You must think this, look you, that And golden Phoebus never be beheld
A lass unparalleld.-Downy windows, close; the worm will do his kind.
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be I'll mend it, and then play. trusted, but in the keeping of wise people ; for,
Enter the GUARD, rushing in. indeed, there is no goodness in the worm. Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
1 Guard. Where is the queen ? Cloun. Very good : give it nothing, I pray
Char. Speak softly, wake her not.
1 Guard. Cesar hath sent-
Char. Too slow a messenger.
[Applies the Asp. but I know the devil himself
will not eat à 0, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. woman: I know, that a woman is a dish for the
1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well : Ce
sar's beguil'd. gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great
2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Ce. harm in their women; for in every ten that they
sar;-call him. make, the devils mar five.
1 Guard. What work is here ?—Charmian, is
this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a prin[Exit.
Descended of so many royal kings.
Enter DOLABELLA have
Dol. How goes it here? Immortal longings in me: Now no more
2 Guard. All dead. The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this Dol. Cesar, thy thoughts lip :
[hear Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming Yare, yarell good Iras ; quick.—Methinks, 1To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou Antony call; I see him rouse himself
So sought'st to hinder.
Within. A way there, way for Cesar! Job of work. + Inconstant Serpent. | Act according to his nature.
|| Make haste.
* Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.
Enter CESÁR, and Attendants.
Dok Here, on her breast, Dol. O, Sir, you are too sure an augurer;
There is a vent of blood, and something blown: That you did fear, is done.
The like is on her arm. Ces. Bravest at the last :
1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail : and these She leveli'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
fig-leaves Took her own way. The manner of their
their Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves I do not see them bleed.
Upon the caves of Nile. · Dol. Who was last with them?
Ces. Most probable, i Guurd. A simple countryman, that brought
That so she died; for her physician tells me, her figs;
She had pursu'd conclusions infinite This was his basket.
Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed ; Ces. Poison'd then,
And bear her women from the monument :
She shall be buried by her Antony: - 1 Guard, O Cesar,
(spake: This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and
and No grave upon the earth shall clip in it I found her trimming up the diadem
A pair so famous. High events as these On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
| Strike those that make theny: and their story is And on the sudden dropp’d.
No less in pity, than his glory, which Ces. () noble weakness !
Brought them to be lamented. Our army If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
shall, By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
| In solemn show, attend the funeral; As she would catch another Antony
And then to Rome.-Come, Dolabella, see In her strong toil of grace.*
High order in this great solemnity. (Exeunt. * Graceful appearance.
* Tried experiments.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
TIMON, a noble Athenian.
Two SERVANTS of VARRO, and the Servant of Lucius,
ISIDORE ; two of Timon's Creditors. LUCULLUS, Lords, and Flatterers of Timon CUPID, and MASKERS. SEMPRONIUS,
Three STRANGERS. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. Poet, PAINTER, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
AN OLD ATHENIAN. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.
А PAGE. .
Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Thieves, and Attendants.
SCENE, Athens; and the Woods adjoining.
Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some
To the great lord.
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Enter PoET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes [flint and others, at several Doors.
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the Poet. Good day, Sir.
Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Pain. I am glad you are well.
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes Each bound it chafes. What have you there? the world?
Pain. A picture, Sir.-And when comes your Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
book forth? Poet. Ay, that's well known:
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment,* But what particular rarity? what strange,
Let's see your piece.
[Sir Which manifold record not matches? See,
Pain. "Tis a good piece. Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power
Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excel.
lent. Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Pain. Indifferent. Mer. 0, 'tis a worthy lord !
Poet. Admirable : How this grace Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Mer. A most incomparable man ; breath’d," | Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the ges
*This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination as it were, To an untirable and continuatet goodness :
One might interpret.
(ture He passes. I
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Jew. I have a jewel here.
Here is a touch ; Is't good ? Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Ti. Poet. I'll say of it,
It tutors nature : artificial strifet Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for Lives in these touches, livelier than life. that
Enter certain ENATORS, and pass over. Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile,
Pain. How this lord's follow'd! It stains the glory in that happy verse
Poet. The senators of Athens:Happy men! Which aptly sings the good.
Pain. Look, more! Mer. 'Tis a good form.
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood (Looking at the Jewel.
of visitors. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you.
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Inured by constant practice. + For continual. * As soon as my book has been presented to Timon, 1.e. Éxceeds, goes beyond common bounds. +1. e, The contest of art with nature,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and Ven. Sero. Ay, my good lord: five talents is bug
his debt; With amplest entertainment: My free drift His means most short, his creditors most strait: Halts not particularly, * but moves itself Your honourable letter he desires [him, In a wide sea of wax: no levelld malice To those have shut him up; which failing to Infects one comma in the course I hold; Periods his comfort. . But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; Leaving no tract behind.
I am not of that feather, to shake off chim Pain. How shall I understand you?
My friend when he must need me. I do know Poet. I'll unbolt to you.
A gentleman, that well deserves a help, You see how all conditions, how all minds, which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
free bim. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
[me:Subdues and properties to his love and tend. And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to ance
"Tis not enough to help the feeble up, All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd But to support him after.— Fare you well. flatterer:
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! To Apemantus, that few things loves better
(Erit. Than to abhor himself: even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace
Enter an old Athenian. Most rich in Timon's nod.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Pain. I saw them speak together.
Tim. Freely, good father. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Old Ath. Thou bast a servant nam'd Lu. hill,
cilius, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The baso Tim. I have so: What of him? o'the niount
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
before thee. That labour on the busom of this sphere
Tim. Attends he here, or no ?—Lucilius!
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this Whose present grace to present slaves and ser- |
thy creature, Translates his rivals.
By night frequents my house. I am a man Puin. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks,
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, me
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Than one which holds a trencher. Bowing his head against the steepy mount
Tim. Well; what further ? To climb his happiness, would be well ex
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin In our condition."
[press'd Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
On whom I may confer what I have got: All those which were his fellows but of late,
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, (Some better than his value,) on the moment
And I have bred her at my dearest cost, Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tend.
In qualities of the best. This man of thine ance,
Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord, Rain sacrificial whisperings|| in his ear,
Join with me to forbid him her resort; Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Myself have spoke in vain. Drink the free air.
Tim. The man is honest. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change
His honesty rewards him in itself, of mood,
It must not bear my daughter. Spurns down her late belov’d, all his depende
Tim. Does she love him? Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth. down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Tim. (10 LUCILIUS.) Love you the maid? Pain. "Tis common :
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts
of it. A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be fortune
missing, More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose To show lord l'imon, that mean eyes** have
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, The foot above the head.
And dispossess her all.
Tim. How shall she be endow'd, Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended ; the
If she be mated with an equal husband? Servant of Ventidius talking with him.
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in
future, all. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you?
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath sery'd me
long; My design docs not stop at any particular character.
To build his fortune, I will strain a little, + Open, explain.
For 'tis a bond in men, Give him thy daugh* One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron.
ter: To advance their conditions of life. Whisperings of oflicious servility.
| What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
1 Inbale. 1. c. Ipserior spectators.
And make him weigh with her.