| ACT II SCENE V | Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. |  | 
| [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS] | 
| CLEOPATRA | Give me some music; music, moody food | 
|  | Of us that trade in love. | 
| Attendants | The music, ho! | 
| [Enter MARDIAN] | 
| CLEOPATRA | Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian. | 
| CHARMIAN | My arm is sore; best play with Mardian. | 5 | 
| CLEOPATRA | As well a woman with an eunuch play'd | 
|  | As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir? | 
| MARDIAN | As well as I can, madam. | 
| CLEOPATRA | And when good will is show'd, though't come | 
|  | too short, | 10 | 
|  | 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, | 15 | 
|  | I'll think them every one an Antony, | 
|  | And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.' | 
| CHARMIAN | 'Twas merry when | 
|  | You wager'd on your angling; when your diver | 
|  | Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he | 20 | 
|  | With fervency drew up. | 
| CLEOPATRA | That 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; | 25 | 
|  | Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst | 
|  | I wore his sword Philippan. | 
[Enter a Messenger] | |  | O, from Italy | 
|  | Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, | 
|  | That long time have been barren. | 30 | 
| Messenger | Madam, madam,-- | 
| CLEOPATRA | Antonius 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 | 35 | 
|  | Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. | 
| Messenger | First, madam, he is well. | 
| CLEOPATRA | Why, there's more gold. | 
|  | But, sirrah, mark, we use | 
|  | To say the dead are well: bring it to that, | 40 | 
|  | The gold I give thee will I melt and pour | 
|  | Down thy ill-uttering throat. | 
| Messenger | Good madam, hear me. | 
| CLEOPATRA | Well, go to, I will; | 
|  | But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony | 45 | 
|  | 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. | 
| Messenger | Will't please you hear me? | 50 | 
| CLEOPATRA | I 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. | 55 | 
| Messenger | Madam, he's well. | 
| CLEOPATRA | Well said. | 
| Messenger | And friends with Caesar. | 
| CLEOPATRA | Thou'rt an honest man. | 
| Messenger | Caesar and he are greater friends than ever. | 60 | 
| CLEOPATRA | Make thee a fortune from me. | 
| Messenger | But yet, madam,-- | 
| CLEOPATRA | I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay | 
|  | The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'! | 
|  | 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth | 65 | 
|  | 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. | 
| Messenger | Free, madam! no; I made no such report: | 70 | 
|  | He's bound unto Octavia. | 
| CLEOPATRA | For what good turn? | 
| Messenger | For the best turn i' the bed. | 
| CLEOPATRA | I am pale, Charmian. | 
| Messenger | Madam, he's married to Octavia. | 75 | 
| CLEOPATRA | The most infectious pestilence upon thee! | 
| [Strikes him down] | 
| Messenger | Good madam, patience. | 
| CLEOPATRA | What say you? Hence, | 
[Strikes him again] | |  | Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes | 
|  | Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: | 80 | 
[She hales him up and down] | |  | Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, | 
|  | Smarting in lingering pickle. | 
| Messenger | Gracious madam, | 
|  | I that do bring the news made not the match. | 
| CLEOPATRA | Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, | 85 | 
|  | And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst | 
|  | Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; 
 
 
 
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|  | And I will boot thee with what gift beside | 
|  | Thy modesty can beg. | 
| Messenger | He's married, madam. | 90 | 
| CLEOPATRA | Rogue, thou hast lived too long. | 
| [Draws a knife] | 
| Messenger | Nay, then I'll run. | 
|  | What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. | 
| [Exit] | 
| CHARMIAN | Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: | 
|  | The man is innocent. | 95 | 
| CLEOPATRA | Some 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. | 
| CHARMIAN | He is afeard to come. | 100 | 
| CLEOPATRA | I 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. | 
[Re-enter CHARMIAN and Messenger] | |  | Come hither, sir. | 105 | 
|  | 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. | 
| Messenger | I have done my duty. | 110 | 
| CLEOPATRA | Is he married? | 
|  | I cannot hate thee worser than I do, | 
|  | If thou again say 'Yes.' | 
| Messenger | He's married, madam. | 
| CLEOPATRA | The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still? | 115 | 
| Messenger | Should I lie, madam? | 
| CLEOPATRA | O, 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 | 120 | 
|  | Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? | 
| Messenger | I crave your highness' pardon. | 
| CLEOPATRA | He is married? | 
| Messenger | Take no offence that I would not offend you: | 
|  | To punish me for what you make me do. | 125 | 
|  | Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia. | 
| CLEOPATRA | O, 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, | 130 | 
|  | And be undone by 'em! | 
| [Exit Messenger] | 
| CHARMIAN | Good your highness, patience. | 
| CLEOPATRA | In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar. | 
| CHARMIAN | Many times, madam. | 
| CLEOPATRA | I am paid for't now. | 135 | 
|  | 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 | 140 | 
|  | 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, | 145 | 
|  | But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. | 
| [Exeunt] |