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Act II, Scene 5
1Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.
2Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
3CleopatraGive me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
4AttendantsThe music, ho!
5Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
6CleopatraLet it alone; let’s to billiards: come, Charmian.
7CharmianMy arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
8CleopatraAs well a woman with an eunuch play’d
As with a woman. Come, you’ll play with me, sir?
9MardianAs well as I can, madam.
10CleopatraAnd 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,
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’ll think them every one an Antony,
And say “Ah, ha! you’re caught.”
11Charmian’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.
12CleopatraThat time—O times!—
I laugh’d him out of patience; and that night
I laugh’d him into patience: and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
13Enter a Messenger.
14O, from Italy!
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
15MessengerMadam, madam—
16CleopatraAntonius 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.
17MessengerFirst, madam, he is well.
18CleopatraWhy, 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.
19MessengerGood madam, hear me.
20CleopatraWell, 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.
21MessengerWill’t please you hear me?
22CleopatraI 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’ll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Rich pearls upon thee.
23MessengerMadam, he’s well.
24CleopatraWell said.
25MessengerAnd friends with Caesar.
26CleopatraThou’rt an honest man.
27MessengerCaesar and he are greater friends than ever.
28CleopatraMake thee a fortune from me.
29MessengerBut yet, madam—
30CleopatraI do not like “But yet,” it does allay
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.
31MessengerFree, madam! no; I made no such report:
He’s bound unto Octavia.
32CleopatraFor what good turn?
33MessengerFor the best turn i’ the bed.
34CleopatraI am pale, Charmian.
35MessengerMadam, he’s married to Octavia.
36CleopatraThe most infectious pestilence upon thee! Strikes him down.
37MessengerGood madam, patience.
38CleopatraWhat say you? Hence, Strikes him again.
Horrible villain! or I’ll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I’ll unhair thy head: She hales him up and down.
Thou shalt be whipp’d with wire, and stew’d in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
39MessengerGracious madam,
I that do bring the news made not the match.
40CleopatraSay ’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;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
41MessengerHe’s married, madam.
42CleopatraRogue, thou hast lived too long. Draws a knife.
43MessengerNay, then I’ll run.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. Exit.
44CharmianGood madam, keep yourself within yourself:
The man is innocent.
45CleopatraSome 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.
46CharmianHe is afeard to come.
47CleopatraI will not hurt him. Exit Charmian.
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.
48Reenter Charmian and Messenger.
49Come 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.
50MessengerI have done my duty.
51CleopatraIs he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say “Yes.”
52MessengerHe’s married, madam.
53CleopatraThe gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
54MessengerShould I lie, madam?
55CleopatraO, 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?
56MessengerI crave your highness’ pardon.
57CleopatraHe is married?
58MessengerTake no offence that I would not offend you:
To punish me for what you make me do
Seems much unequal: he’s married to Octavia.
59CleopatraO, 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.
60CharmianGood your highness, patience.
61CleopatraIn praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
62CharmianMany times, madam.
63CleopatraI am paid for’t now.
Lead me from hence;
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! ’tis no matter.
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. Bid you Alexas To Mardian.
Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. Exeunt.