Read The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated) Online
Authors: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
Authority is melting from me: recently when I yelled, 'Hey!"
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
Kings would rush forward, like boys to food,
And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet.
And reply, 'What do you wish?' Do you have no ears? I am still Antony.
Enter Attendants
Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Take this guy and whip him.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
[Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
It is better playing with a lion cub
Than with an old one dying.
Than with an old, dying one.
MARK ANTONY
Moon and stars!
Moon and stars!
Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
Whip him. Even if it were one of the twenty greatest leaders
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
That bow before Caesar, if I found them
So saucy with the hand of she here,--what's her name,
So saucy with the hand of this woman here
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Whip him, men,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
Till, like a boy, you see him wince and cringe,
And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
And cry for mercy: take him from here.
THYREUS
Mark Antony!
Mark Antony!
MARK ANTONY
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Pull him away: after he is whipped
Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
Bring him back: this fool of Caesar's will
Bear us an errand to him.
Take a message to him.
CLEOPATRA
O, is't come to this?
Oh, has it come to this?
MARK ANTONY
I found you as a morsel cold upon
I found you like a cold morsel on
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Dead Caesar's plate; no, you were a leftover
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Of Cneius Pompey's, besides what slutty times
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Not recorded in obscene reputation, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
Luxuriously planned for: for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
Though you can guess what self-control should be,
You know not what it is.
You don't know what it is.
CLEOPATRA
Wherefore is this?
Why are you doing this?
MARK ANTONY
To let a fellow that will take rewards
To let a man that will take rewards
And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
And say, 'God quit you!' get to cozy up to
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
My playmate, your hand; this king's seal
And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
And ruiner of hearts! Oh, if only I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
Upon the hill of Basan, to roar louder
The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
Than the stags! For I have vicious reasons;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
And to say it politely would be like
A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
A noosed neck which the hanged man thanks
For being yare about him.
For being tight around him.
Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS
Is he whipp'd?
Has he been whipped?
First Attendant
Soundly, my lord.
Thoroughly, my lord.
MARK ANTONY
Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
Did he cry and beg forgiveness?
First Attendant
He did ask favour.
He did.
MARK ANTONY
If that thy father live, let him repent
If your father lives, let him regret
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
You were not born his daughter; and be sorry
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
To follow Caesar in his victory, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
You have been whipped for following him: from now on
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
May the hand of a lady make you feel ill,
Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar,
And may you shiver to look at it. Get back to Caesar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say
Tell him how you have been treated: looking, you say
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Proud and cold, going on about what I am,
Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
And at this time it is very easy to do it,
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
When my good stars, that used to guide me,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Have left their spaces empty, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
Into the depths of hell. If he dislikes
My speech and what is done, tell him he has
My speech and what has been done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
Hipparchus, my slave, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
He may whip, or hang, or torture
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
As he likes, to have revenge on me: urge him on:
Hence with thy stripes, begone!
Go away, with your whip wounds, get out!
Exit THYREUS
CLEOPATRA
Have you done yet?
Are you done yet?
MARK ANTONY
Alack, our terrene moon
Oh no, our earthly moon
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
Has been eclipsed; and it predicts nothing but
The fall of Antony!
The fall of Mark Antony!
CLEOPATRA
I must stay his time.
I must stay with him until his end.
MARK ANTONY
To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
To flatter Caesar, would you make eyes
With one that ties his points?
At someone who serves him?
CLEOPATRA
Not know me yet?
Don't you know me yet?
MARK ANTONY
Cold-hearted toward me?
Cold-hearted toward me?
CLEOPATRA
Ah, dear, if I be so,
Oh, my dear, if I am,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
May Heaven make hail from my cold heart,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
And poison it from the source; and may the first hailstone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Drop onto me, and then
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
Kill me! And may the next kill a follower of Caesar!
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Until little by little the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
Together with all my brave Egyptians,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
By the destruction of this storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Lie unburied, until the flies and gnats of the Nile
Have buried them for prey!
Have buried them as food!
MARK ANTONY
I am satisfied.
I am satisfied.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
Caesar sits in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
I will resist him. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Has done well; our split navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.
Has come together again, and are threatening force.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
Where have you been, my heart? Do you hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
If from the field I will return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
I and my sword will earn our place in history:
There's hope in't yet.
There's hope in it yet.
CLEOPATRA
That's my brave lord!
That's my brave lord!
MARK ANTONY
I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
I will have my muscles, heart, and breath,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
And fight viciously: for when my hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Were accurate and lucky, men fought
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
Against me for fun; but now I'll grit my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
And destroy all that stoop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
Let's have one more night of fun: call to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
All my sad captains; fill our cups once more;
Let's mock the midnight bell.
Let us drink away the night.
CLEOPATRA
It is my birth-day:
To day is my birthday;
I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
I had thought it would be a sad one: but, since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Is Mark Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
MARK ANTONY
We will yet do well.
We can still do well.
CLEOPATRA
Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Call all his noble captains to my lord.
MARK ANTONY
Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
Do so, we'll talk to them; and tonight I'll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen;
The wine show through their scars. Come on, my queen;
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
There's hope still. The next time I fight,
I'll make death love me; for I will contend
I'll make death love me; for I will struggle against
Even with his pestilent scythe.
Even his diseased scythe.
Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
Now he'll be reckless. To be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
Is to be frightened out of fear; and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,