Enter Charmian, Iras, and Alexas
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to th' Queen? O that I knew
this husband, which you say must charge his horns
horn (n.) 1
(plural) outgrowths imagined to be on the head of a cuckold
Enter a Soothsayer
Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know
In Nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
Show him your hand.
Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra's health to drink.
(to Soothsayer) Good sir, give me good
I make not, but foresee.
Pray then, foresee me one.
You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
He means in flesh.
No, you shall paint when you are old.
Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
You shall be more beloving than beloved.
I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Nay, hear him.
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 Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
O, excellent! I love long life better than figs.
You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.
Then belike my children shall have no
names. Prithee, how many boys and wenches must I
If every of your wishes had a womb,
And fertile every wish, a million.
Out, fool, I forgive thee for a witch.
You think none but your sheets are privy to your
privately aware [of], secretly knowledgeable [about]
Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
We'll know all our fortunes.
Mine, and most of our fortunes, tonight
shall be drunk to bed.
There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth
(to Charmian) Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot
Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication,
I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her
but a workyday fortune.
Your fortunes are alike.
But how, but how? Give me particulars.
I have said.
Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Well, if you were but an inch of fortune
better than I, where would you choose it?
Not in my husband's nose.
Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas –
come, his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a
woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, and
go (v.) 9
[unclear meaning] enjoy a sexual relationship
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, fiftyfold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this
prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight;
good Isis, I beseech thee!
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 sorrow to behold a foul
knave uncuckolded. Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum,
and fortune him accordingly!
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
cuckold, they would make themselves whores but
Hush! here comes Antony.
Not he; the Queen.
Saw you my lord?
Was he not here?
He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
Here at your service. My lord approaches.
Enter Antony with a Messenger and Attendants
We will not look upon him. Go with us.
Exeunt all but Antony, Messenger, and Attendants
Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
Against my brother Lucius?
But soon that war had end, and the time's state
state (n.) 1
condition, circumstances, situation, state of affairs
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Caesar,
Whose better issue in the war from Italy
Upon the first encounter drave them.
Well, what worst?
The nature of bad news infects the teller.
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 flattered.
This is stiff news – hath with his Parthian force
Extended Asia; from Euphrates
His conquering banner shook, from Syria
To Lydia and to Ionia,
Antony, thou wouldst say –
O, my lord.
Speak to me home; mince not the general tongue.
Name Cleopatra as she is called in Rome.
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
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.
At your noble pleasure.
From Sicyon, ho, the news? Speak there!
The man from Sicyon – is there such an one?
He stays upon your will.
Let him appear.
(aside) These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in dotage.
Enter another Messenger, with a letter
What are you?
Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Where died she?
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.
He gives him the letter
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it.
What our contempts doth 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,
My idleness doth hatch. How now, Enobarbus!
What's your pleasure, sir?
I must with haste from hence.
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.
I must be gone.
Under a compelling occasion, let women die.
It were pity to cast them away for nothing, though
between them and a great cause they should be esteemed
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this,
dies instantly. I have seen her die twenty times upon
far poorer moment. I do think there is mettle in death,
which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such
a celerity in dying.
She is cunning past man's thought.
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 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.
Would I had never seen her!
O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful
piece of work, which not to have been blessed withal
would have discredited your travel.
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
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 smock brings forth a new petticoat;
woman's undergarment, shift, slip, chemise
and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water
The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
And the business you have broached here
cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
which wholly depends on your abode.
No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the Queen
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 linked to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
Pompey the Great and all his dignities
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'th' 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
Our quick remove from hence.
I shall do't.