Shakespeare Tragedies/ Trauerspielen, Bilingual Edition (all 11 plays in English with line numbers plus 8 of those in German translation) (eBook)

SCENE IX Octavius Caesar's camp.

 [Sentinels at their post]

(1) FIRST SOLDIER If we be not relieved within this hour,

 We must return to the court of guard: the night

 Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle

 By the second hour i' the morn.

SECOND SOLDIER This last day was

 A shrewd one to's.

 [Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS                   O, bear me witness, night,--

THIRD SOLDIER What man is this?

SECOND SOLDIER                   Stand close, and list him.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

 When men revolted shall upon record

 Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

 Before thy face repent!

FIRST SOLDIER Enobarbus!

(10) THIRD SOLDIER Peace!

 Hark further.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,

 The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,

 That life, a very rebel to my will,

 May hang no longer on me: throw my heart

 Against the flint and hardness of my fault:

 Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,

 And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,

 Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

(20) Forgive me in thine own particular;

 But let the world rank me in register

 A master-leaver and a fugitive:

 O Antony! O Antony!

 [Dies]

SECOND SOLDIER Let's speak To him.

FIRST SOLDIER Let's hear him, for the things he speaks

 May concern Caesar.

THIRD SOLDIER Let's do so. But he sleeps.

FIRST SOLDIER Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

 Was never yet for sleep.

SECOND SOLDIER Go we to him.

THIRD SOLDIER Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.

SECOND SOLDIER Hear you, sir?

FIRST SOLDIER The hand of death hath raught him.

 [Drums afar off]

(30)                    Hark! the drums

 Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

 To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour

 Is fully out.

THIRD SOLDIER Come on, then;

 He may recover yet.

 [Exeunt with the body]

SCENE X Between the two camps.

 [Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army]

(1) MARK ANTONY Their preparation is to-day by sea;

 We please them not by land.

SCARUS For both, my lord.

MARK ANTONY I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;

 We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot

 Upon the hills adjoining to the city

 Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;

 They have put forth the haven [           ]

 Where their appointment we may best discover,

 And look on their endeavour.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE XI Another part of the same.

 [Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, and his Army]

(1) OCTAVIUS CAESAR But being charged, we will be still by land,

 Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force

 Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,

 And hold our best advantage.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE XII Another part of the same.

 [Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS]

(1) MARK ANTONY Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine

 does stand,

 I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word

 Straight, how 'tis like to go.

 [Exit]

SCARUS Swallows have built

 In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers

 Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,

 And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

 Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,

 His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,

 Of what he has, and has not.

 [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]

 [Re-enter MARK ANTONY]

MARK ANTONY All is lost;

(10) This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

 My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder

 They cast their caps up and carouse together

 Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!

 'tis thou

 Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart

 Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;

 For when I am revenged upon my charm,

 I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.

 [Exit SCARUS]

 O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:

 Fortune and Antony part here; even here

(20) Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts

 That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave

 Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

 On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,

 That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:

 O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,--

 Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;

 Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,--

 Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

 Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.

 What, Eros, Eros!

 [Enter CLEOPATRA]

(30) Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!

CLEOPATRA Why is my lord enraged against his love?

MARK ANTONY Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,

 And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,

 And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:

 Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot

 Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown

 For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let

 Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

 With her prepared nails.

 [Exit CLEOPATRA]

  'Tis well thou'rt gone,

(40) If it be well to live; but better 'twere

 Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death

 Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!

 The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,

 Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

 Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;

 And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,

 Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:

 To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall

 Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!

 [Exit]

SCENE XIII Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

 [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]

(1) CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! O, he is more mad

 Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly

 Was never so emboss'd.

CHARMIAN To the monument!

 There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.

 The soul and body rive not more in parting

 Than greatness going off.

CLEOPATRA To the monument!

 Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;

 Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'

 And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,

(10) And bring me how he takes my death.

 To the monument!

 [Exeunt]

SCENE XIV The same. Another room.

 [Enter MARK ANTONY and EROS]

(1) MARK ANTONY Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

EROS Ay, noble lord.

MARK ANTONY Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;

 A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,

 A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

 A forked mountain, or blue promontory

 With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

 And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen

 these signs;

 They are black vesper's pageants.

EROS Ay, my lord,

MARK ANTONY That which is now a horse, even with a thought

(10) The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,

 As water is in water.

EROS It does, my lord.

MARK ANTONY My good knave Eros, now thy captain is

 Even such a body: here I am Antony:

 Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.

 I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,--

 Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;

 Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't

 A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has

 Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory

(20) Unto an enemy's triumph.

 Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left...