CHARMIAN Why, madam?

CLEOPATRA

That I might sleep out this great gap of time

My Antony is away.

CHARMIAN

You think of him too much.

CLEOPATRA

O, ’tis treason!

CHARMIAN Madam, I trust not so.

CLEOPATRA

Thou, eunuch Mardian!

MARDIAN What’s your highness’ pleasure?

CLEOPATRA

Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure

In aught an eunuch has. ’is well for thee

That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?

MARDIAN Yes, gracious madam.

CLEOPATRA Indeed?

MARDIAN

Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothing

But what indeed is honest to be done.

Yet have I fierce affections, and think

What Venus did with Mars.

CLEOPATRA

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 Phoebus’ 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.

Enter Alexas

ALEXAS Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

CLEOPATRA

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?

ALEXAS

Last thing he did, dear Queen, He kissed—the last of many doubled kisses—

This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.

CLEOPATRA

Mine ear must pluck it thence.

ALEXAS

‘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-jaunced steed,

Who neighed so high that what I would have spoke

Was beastly dumbed by him.

CLEOPATRA

What, was he sad or merry?

ALEXAS

Like to the time o’th’ year between the extremes

Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

CLEOPATRA

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 seemed 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. Met’st thou my posts?

ALEXAS

Ay, madam, twenty several messengers.

Why do you send so thick?

CLEOPATRA

Who’s born that day

When I forget to send to Antony

Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian! I

Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,

Ever love Caesar so?

CHARMIAN

O, that brave Caesar!

CLEOPATRA

Be choked with such another emphasis!

Say ‘the brave Antony’.

CHARMIAN

The valiant Caesar.

CLEOPATRA

By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth

If thou with Caesar paragon again

My man of men.

CHARMIAN

By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you.

CLEOPATRA

My salad days, When I was green in judgement, 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

2.1 Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner

POMPEY

If the great gods be just, they shall assist

The deeds of justest men.

⌈MENECRATES⌉ Know, worthy Pompey,

That what they do delay they not deny.

POMPEY

Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays

The thing we sue for.

⌈MENECRATES⌉

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers

Deny us for our good; so find we profit

By losing of our prayers.

POMPEY

I shall do well.

The people love me, and the sea is mine.

My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope

Says it will come to th’ full. Mark Antony

In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make

No wars without doors. Caesar gets money where

He loses hearts. Lepidus flatters both,

Of both is flattered; but he neither loves,

Nor either cares for him.

⌈MENAS⌉

Caesar and Lepidus

Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.

POMPEY

Where have you this? ’Tis false.

⌈MENAS⌉

From Silvius, sir.

POMPEY

He dreams. I know they are in Rome together,

Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,

Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both

Tie up the libertine, in a field of feasts

Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks