Act5 Scene2 Antony and Cleopatra 莎翁戏剧原著
This riveting tragedy presents one of Shakespeare's greatest female characters—the seductive, cunning Egyptian queen, Cleopatra. Mark Antony, a virtual prisoner of his passion for her, is torn between pleasure and virtue, between sensual indolence and duty... 作者：William Shakespeare，1564-1616，英国文艺复兴时期最伟大的剧作家、诗人、文学家；朗读：苑溪仙；播出时间：晚9点。本集文本如下 :ACT V SCENE II Alexandria. A room in the monument. [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS]CLEOPATRA My desolation does begin to makeA better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,A minister of her will: and it is greatTo do that thing that ends all other deeds;5Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.[ Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS and Soldiers ]PROCULEIUSCaesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;And bids thee study on what fair demands10Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.CLEOPATRAWhat's thy name?PROCULEIUSMy name is Proculeius.CLEOPATRAAntonyDid tell me of you, bade me trust you; but15I do not greatly care to be deceived,That have no use for trusting. If your masterWould have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,That majesty, to keep decorum, mustNo less beg than a kingdom: if he please20To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,He gives me so much of mine own, as IWill kneel to him with thanks.PROCULEIUSBe of good cheer;You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing:25Make your full reference freely to my lord,Who is so full of grace, that it flows overOn all that need: let me report to himYour sweet dependency; and you shall findA conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,30Where he for grace is kneel'd to.CLEOPATRAPray you, tell himI am his fortune's vassal, and I send himThe greatness he has got. I hourly learnA doctrine of obedience; and would gladly35Look him i' the face.PROCULEIUSThis I'll report, dear lady.Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitiedOf him that caused it.GALLUSYou see how easily she may be surprised:40[ Here PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend the monument by a ladder placed against a window, and, having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates ][To PROCULEIUS and the Guard]Guard her till Caesar come.[Exit]IRASRoyal queen!CHARMIANO Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:CLEOPATRAQuick, quick, good hands.[Drawing a dagger]PROCULEIUSHold, worthy lady, hold:45[Seizes and disarms her]Do not yourself such wrong, who are in thisRelieved, but not betray'd.CLEOPATRAWhat, of death too,That rids our dogs of languish?PROCULEIUSCleopatra,50Do not abuse my master's bounty byThe undoing of yourself: let the world seeHis nobleness well acted, which your deathWill never let come forth.CLEOPATRAWhere art thou, death?55Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queenWorthy many babes and beggars!PROCULEIUSO, temperance, lady!CLEOPATRASir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;If idle talk will once be necessary,60I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that IWill not wait pinion'd at your master's court;Nor once be chastised with the sober eyeOf dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up65And show me to the shouting varletryOf censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in EgyptBe gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mudLay me stark naked, and let the water-fliesBlow me into abhorring! rather make70My country's high pyramides my gibbet,And hang me up in chains!PROCULEIUSYou do extendThese thoughts of horror further than you shallFind cause in Caesar.75[Enter DOLABELLA]DOLABELLAProculeius,What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,I'll take her to my guard.PROCULEIUSSo, Dolabella,80It shall content me best: be gentle to her.[To CLEOPATRA]To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,If you'll employ me to him.CLEOPATRASay, I would die.[Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers]DOLABELLAMost noble empress, you have heard of me?85CLEOPATRAI cannot tell.DOLABELLAAssuredly you know me.CLEOPATRANo matter, sir, what I have heard or known.You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;Is't not your trick?90DOLABELLAI understand not, madam.CLEOPATRAI dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:O, such another sleep, that I might seeBut such another man!DOLABELLAIf it might please ye,--95CLEOPATRAHis face was as the heavens; and therein stuckA sun and moon, which kept their course,and lightedThe little O, the earth.DOLABELLAMost sovereign creature,--100CLEOPATRAHis legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd armCrested the world: his voice was propertiedAs all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,105There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twasThat grew the more by reaping: his delightsWere dolphin-like; they show'd his back aboveThe element they lived in: in his liveryWalk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were110As plates dropp'd from his pocket.DOLABELLACleopatra!CLEOPATRAThink you there was, or might be, such a manAs this I dream'd of?DOLABELLAGentle madam, no.115CLEOPATRAYou lie, up to the hearing of the gods.But, if there be, or ever were, one such,It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuffTo vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagineAnd Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,120Condemning shadows quite.DOLABELLAHear me, good madam.Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear itAs answering to the weight: would I might neverO'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,125By the rebound of yours, a grief that smitesMy very heart at root.CLEOPATRAI thank you, sir,Know you what Caesar means to do with me?DOLABELLAI am loath to tell you what I would you knew.130CLEOPATRANay, pray you, sir,--DOLABELLAThough he be honourable,--CLEOPATRAHe'll lead me, then, in triumph?DOLABELLAMadam, he will; I know't.[ Flourish, and shout within, 'Make way there: Octavius Caesar!' ][ Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECAENAS, SELEUCUS, and others of his Train ]OCTAVIUS CAESARWhich is the Queen of Egypt?135DOLABELLAIt is the emperor, madam.[CLEOPATRA kneels]OCTAVIUS CAESARArise, you shall not kneel:I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.CLEOPATRASir, the godsWill have it thus; my master and my lord140I must obey.OCTAVIUS CAESARTake to you no hard thoughts:The record of what injuries you did us,Though written in our flesh, we shall rememberAs things but done by chance.145CLEOPATRASole sir o' the world,I cannot project mine own cause so wellTo make it clear; but do confess I haveBeen laden with like frailties which beforeHave often shamed our sex.150OCTAVIUS CAESARCleopatra, know,We will extenuate rather than enforce:If you apply yourself to our intents,Which towards you are most gentle, you shall findA benefit in this change; but if you seek155To lay on me a cruelty, by takingAntony's course, you shall bereave yourselfOf my good purposes, and put your childrenTo that destruction which I'll guard them from,If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.160CLEOPATRAAnd may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shallHang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.OCTAVIUS CAESARYou shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.CLEOPATRAThis is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,165I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?SELEUCUSHere, madam.CLEOPATRAThis is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,Upon his peril, that I have reserved170To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.SELEUCUSMadam,I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,Speak that which is not.CLEOPATRAWhat have I kept back?175SELEUCUSEnough to purchase what you have made known.OCTAVIUS CAESARNay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approveYour wisdom in the deed.CLEOPATRASee, Caesar! O, behold,How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;180And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine.The ingratitude of this Seleucus doesEven make me wild: O slave, of no more trustThan love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shaltGo back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,185Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog!O rarely base!OCTAVIUS CAESARGood queen, let us entreat you.CLEOPATRAO Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,190Doing the honour of thy lordlinessTo one so meek, that mine own servant shouldParcel the sum of my disgraces byAddition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,That I some lady trifles have reserved,195Immoment toys, things of such dignityAs we greet modern friends withal; and say,Some nobler token I have kept apartFor Livia and Octavia, to induceTheir mediation; must I be unfolded200With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites meBeneath the fall I have.[To SELEUCUS]Prithee, go hence;Or I shall show the cinders of my spiritsThrough the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,205Thou wouldst have mercy on me.OCTAVIUS CAESARForbear, Seleucus.[Exit SELEUCUS]CLEOPATRABe it known, that we, the greatest, are misthoughtFor things that others do; and, when we fall,We answer others' merits in our name,210Are therefore to be pitied.OCTAVIUS CAESARCleopatra,Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged,Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours,Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,215Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with youOf things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen;For we intend so to dispose you asYourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:220Our care and pity is so much upon you,That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.CLEOPATRAMy master, and my lord!OCTAVIUS CAESARNot so. Adieu.[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and his train]CLEOPATRAHe words me, girls, he words me, that I should not225Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.[Whispers CHARMIAN]IRASFinish, good lady; the bright day is done,And we are for the dark.CLEOPATRAHie thee again:I have spoke already, and it is provided;230Go put it to the haste.CHARMIANMadam, I will.[Re-enter DOLABELLA]DOLABELLAWhere is the queen?CHARMIANBehold, sir.[Exit]CLEOPATRADolabella!235DOLABELLAMadam, as thereto sworn by your command,Which my love makes religion to obey,I tell you this: Caesar through SyriaIntends his journey; and within three daysYou with your children will he send before:240Make your best use of this: I have perform'dYour pleasure and my promise.CLEOPATRADolabella,I shall remain your debtor.DOLABELLAI your servant,245Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.CLEOPATRAFarewell, and thanks.[Exit DOLABELLA]Now, Iras, what think'st thou?Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shownIn Rome, as well as I mechanic slaves250With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shallUplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,And forced to drink their vapour.IRASThe gods forbid!255CLEOPATRANay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictorsWill catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymersBallad us out o' tune: the quick comediansExtemporally will stage us, and presentOur Alexandrian revels; Antony260Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall seeSome squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatnessI' the posture of a whore.IRASO the good gods!CLEOPATRANay, that's certain.265IRASI'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nailsAre stronger than mine eyes.CLEOPATRAWhy, that's the wayTo fool their preparation, and to conquerTheir most absurd intents.270[Re-enter CHARMIAN]Now, Charmian!Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetchMy best attires: I am again for Cydnus,To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;275And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leaveTo play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.Wherefore's this noise?[Exit IRAS. A noise within][Enter a Guardsman]GuardHere is a rural fellowThat will not be denied your highness presence:280He brings you figs.CLEOPATRALet him come in.[Exit Guardsman]What poor an instrumentMay do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.My resolution's placed, and I have nothing285Of woman in me: now from head to footI am marble-constant; now the fleeting moonNo planet is of mine.[Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown bringing in a basket]GuardThis is the man.CLEOPATRAAvoid, and leave him.290[Exit Guardsman]Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,That kills and pains not?ClownTruly, I have him: but I would not be the partythat should desire you to touch him, for his bitingis immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or295never recover.CLEOPATRARememberest thou any that have died on't?ClownVery many, men and women too. I heard of one ofthem no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman,but something given to lie; as a woman should not300do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of thebiting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she makesa very good report o' the worm; but he that willbelieve all that they say, shall never be saved byhalf that they do: but this is most fallible, the305worm's an odd worm.CLEOPATRAGet thee hence; farewell.ClownI wish you all joy of the worm.[Setting down his basket]CLEOPATRAFarewell.ClownYou must think this, look you, that the worm will310do his kind.CLEOPATRAAy, ay; farewell.ClownLook you, the worm is not to be trusted but in thekeeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is nogoodness in worm.315CLEOPATRATake thou no care; it shall be heeded.ClownVery good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it isnot worth the feeding.CLEOPATRAWill it eat me?ClownYou must not think I am so simple but I know the320devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that awoman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress hernot. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do thegods great harm in their women; for in every tenthat they make, the devils mar five.325CLEOPATRAWell, get thee gone; farewell.ClownYes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm.[Exit][Re-enter IRAS with a robe, crown, &c]CLEOPATRAGive me my robe, put on my crown; I haveImmortal longings in me: now no moreThe juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:330Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hearAntony call; I see him rouse himselfTo praise my noble act; I hear him mockThe luck of Caesar, which the gods give menTo excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:335Now to that name my courage prove my title!I am fire and air; my other elementsI give to baser life. So; have you done?Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.340[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?If thou and nature can so gently part,The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world345It is not worth leave-taking.CHARMIANDissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,The gods themselves do weep!CLEOPATRAThis proves me base:If she first meet the curled Antony,350He'll make demand of her, and spend that kissWhich is my heaven to have. Come, thoumortal wretch,[To an asp, which she applies to her breast]With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicateOf life at once untie: poor venomous fool355Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,That I might hear thee call great Caesar assUnpolicied!CHARMIANO eastern star!CLEOPATRAPeace, peace!360Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,That sucks the nurse asleep?CHARMIANO, break! O, break!CLEOPATRAAs sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,--O Antony!--Nay, I will take thee too.365[Applying another asp to her arm]What should I stay--[Dies]CHARMIANIn this vile world? So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;And golden Phoebus never be beheld370Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;I'll mend it, and then play.[Enter the Guard, rushing in]First GuardWhere is the queen?CHARMIANSpeak softly, wake her not.First GuardCaesar hath sent--375CHARMIANToo slow a messenger.[Applies an asp]O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.First GuardApproach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.Second GuardThere's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.First GuardWhat work is here! Charmian, is this well done?380CHARMIANIt is well done, and fitting for a princessDescended of so many royal kings.Ah, soldier![Dies][Re-enter DOLABELLA]DOLABELLAHow goes it here?Second GuardAll dead.385DOLABELLACaesar, thy thoughtsTouch their effects in this: thyself art comingTo see perform'd the dreaded act which thouSo sought'st to hinder.[Within 'A way there, a way for Caesar!'][Re-enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR and all his train marching]DOLABELLAO sir, you are too sure an augurer;390That you did fear is done.OCTAVIUS CAESARBravest at the last,She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?I do not see them bleed.395DOLABELLAWho was last with them?First GuardA simple countryman, that brought her figs:This was his basket.OCTAVIUS CAESARPoison'd, then.First GuardO Caesar,400This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:I found her trimming up the diademOn her dead mistress; tremblingly she stoodAnd on the sudden dropp'd.OCTAVIUS CAESARO noble weakness!405If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appearBy external swelling: but she looks like sleep,As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.DOLABELLAHere, on her breast,410There is a vent of blood and something blown:The like is on her arm.First GuardThis is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leavesHave slime upon them, such as the aspic leavesUpon the caves of Nile.415OCTAVIUS CAESARMost probableThat so she died; for her physician tells meShe hath pursued conclusions infiniteOf easy ways to die. Take up her bed;And bear her women from the monument:420She shall be buried by her Antony:No grave upon the earth shall clip in itA pair so famous. High events as theseStrike those that make them; and their story isNo less in pity than his glory which425Brought them to be lamented. Our army shallIn solemn show attend this funeral;And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, seeHigh order in this great solemnity.[Exeunt]
