# Antony and Cleopatra (1921) Yale/Text/Act I

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ACT FIRST
Scene One
[Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Palace]
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure; those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn 4 The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front; his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, 8 And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. Look! where they come.
Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd 12 Into a strumpet's fool; behold and see.
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. 16
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter a Messenger.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Ant. Grates me; the sum.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows 20 If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
Ant. How, my love! 24
Cleo. Perchance! nay, and most like; You must not stay here longer; your dismission Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's I would say? both? 28 Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager; else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The messengers! 32
Ant. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man; the nobleness of life 36 Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair [Embracing.] And such a twain can do 't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.
Cleo. Excellent falsehood! 40 ​Why did he marry Fulvia and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Will be himself.
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, 44 Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling queen! 48 Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd. No messenger, but thine; and all alone, 52 To-night we'll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
Exeunt [Antony and Cleopatra,] with the Train.
Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? 56
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. I am full sorry That he approves the common liar, who 60 Thus speaks of him at Rome; but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
Exeunt.
Scene Two
[Another Room]
Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any- thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O! that I knew this husband, 4 which, you say, must charge his horns with garlands.
Alex. Soothsayer!
Sooth. Your will? 8
Char. Is this the man? Is 't you, sir, that know things?
Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
Alex. Show him your hand. 12
Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but foresee. 16
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
Char. He means in flesh.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. 20
Char. Wrinkles forbid!
Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
Char. Hush!
Sooth. You shall be more beloving than belov'd. 24
​Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear him.
Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, 28 and widow them all; let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage; find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and com- panion me with my mistress. 32
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Sooth. You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. 36
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names; prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, 40 And fertile every wish, a million.
Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Alex. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. 44
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to- night, shall be,—drunk to bed. 48
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
Char. E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. 52
Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful ​prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. 56 Prithee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said. 60
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of for- tune better than I, where would you choose it? 64
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts heaven mend! Alexas,—come, his fortune, his fortune. O! let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet 68 Isis, I beseech thee; and let her die too, and give him a worse; and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this 72 prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see 76 a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! 80
Char. Amen.
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do 't! 84
Enter Cleopatra.
Eno. Hush! here comes Antony.
​Char. Not he; the queen.
Cleo. Saw you my Lord?
Eno. No, Lady.
Cleo. Was he not here? 88
Char. No, madam.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
Eno. Madam! 92
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
Alex. Here, at your service. My Lord approaches.
Enter Antony, with a Messenger [and Attendants].
Cleo. We will not look upon him; go with us.
Exeunt [Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras, Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants].
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. 96
Ant. Against my brother Lucius?
Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cæsar, 100 Whose better issue in the war, from Italy Upon the first encounter drave them.
Ant. Well, what worst?
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. On; 104 Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus: Who tells me true, though in his tale lay death, I hear him as he flatter'd.
Mess. Labienus— This is stiff news—hath, with his Parthian force 108 Extended Asia; from Euphrates His conquering banner shook from Syria ​To Lydia and to Ionia: whilst—
Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,— 112
Mess. O! my lord.
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults 116 With such full licence as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O! then we bring forth weeds When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile. 120
Mess. At your noble pleasure. Exit Messenger.
Ant. From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
[First Att.] The man from Sicyon, is there such an one?
[Sec. Att.] He stays upon your will.
Ant. Let him appear. 124 These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage.
Enter another Messenger, with a letter.
What are you?
[Sec. Mess.] Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Ant. Where died she?
[Sec. Mess.] In Sicyon: 128 Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears.
[Giving a letter.]
Ant. Forbear me. [Exit Second Messenger.] There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempts do often hurl from us 132 We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, ​By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shov'd her on. 136 I must from this enchanting queen break off; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
Enter Enobarbus.
Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? 140
Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. 144
Ant. I must be gone.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion let women die. It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though between them and a great cause they 148 should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catch- ing but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. I do think there is mettle in death 152 which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Eno. Alack! sir, no; her passions are made 156 of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be 160 cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Would I had never seen her!
Eno. O, sir! you had then left unseen a won-164 derful piece of work which not to have been blessed withal would have discredited your travel.
​Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Sir? 168
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Fulvia!
Ant. Dead.
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacri- 172 fice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members 176 to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new 180 petticoat; and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. 184
Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. 188
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen, And get her leave to part. For not alone 192 The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius 196 Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands The empire of the sea; our slippery people— Whose love is never link'd to the deserver ​Till his deserts are past—begin to throw 200 Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier, whose quality, going on, 204 The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires 208 Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do it. [Exeunt.]
Scene Three
[Another Room]
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does; I did not send you: if you find him sad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report 4 That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
[Exit Alexas.]
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not? 8
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing.
​Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.
Char. Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear: In time we hate that which we often fear. 12 But here comes Antony.
Enter Antony.
Cleo. I am sick and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,—
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall: It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature 16 Will not sustain it.
Ant. Now, my dearest queen,—
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good news. What says the married woman? You may go? 20 Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here; I have no power upon you; hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,—
Cleo. O! never was there queen 24 So mightily betray'd; yet at the first I saw the treasons planted.
Ant. Cleopatra,—
Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, 28 Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing!
Ant. Most sweet queen,—
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, 32 ​But bid farewell, and go: when you su'd staying Then was the time for words; no going then: Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor 36 But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar.
Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know 40 There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile, but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy 44 Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the port of Rome; Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to strength, 48 Are newly grown to love; the condemn'd Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; 52 And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge By any desperate change. My more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going, Is Fulvia's death. 56
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
Ant. She's dead, my queen: ​Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read 60 The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best, See when and where she died.
Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, 64 In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear, which are or cease As you shall give the advice. By the fire 68 That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war As thou affect'st.
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well; 72 So Antony loves.
Ant. My precious queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love which stands An honourable trial.
Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I prithee, turn aside and weep for her; 76 Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling, and let it look Like perfect honour.
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. 80
Cleo. You can do better yet, but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword,—
Cleo. And target. Still he mends; But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become 84 The carriage of his chafe.
​Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it; 88 That you know well: something it is I would,— O! my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.
Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you 92 For idleness itself.
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me, Since my becomings kill me when they do not 96 Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Sit laurel victory! and smooth success 100 Be strew'd before your feet!
Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. 104 Away! Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Rome. A Room in Cæsar's House]
Enter Octavius [Cæsar], reading a letter, Lepidus, and their Train.
Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate ​Our great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes 4 The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: you shall find there 8 A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow.
Lep. I must not think there are Evils enow to darken all his goodness; His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, 12 More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change Than what he chooses.
Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave, To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet 20 With knaves that smell of sweat; say this becomes him,— As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish,—yet must Antony No way excuse his foils, when we do bear 24 So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones Call on him for 't; but to confound such time 28 That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own state and ours, 'tis to be chid As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge, ​Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, 32 And so rebel to judgment.
Enter a Messenger.
Lep. Here's more news.
Mess. Thy biddings have been done, and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea, 36 And it appears he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæsar; to the ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wrong'd.
Cæs. I should have known no less. 40 It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, 44 Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, 48 Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on 't, and flush youth revolt;52 No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted.
Cæs. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once 56 ​Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more 60 Than savages could suffer; thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at; thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; 64 Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on; and all this— 68 It wounds thy honour that I speak it now— Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek So much as lank'd not.
Lep. 'Tis pity of him.
Cæs. Let his shames quickly 72 Drive him to Rome. 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council; Pompey Thrives in our idleness.
Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, 76 I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time.
Cæs. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. 80
Lep. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker.
​Cæs. Doubt not, sir; I knew it for my bond. Exeunt.
Scene Five
[Alexandria. A Room in the Palace]
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Charmian!
Char. Madam!
Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora.
Char. Why, madam? 4
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away.
Char. You think of him too much.
Cleo. O! 'tis treason.
Char. Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch Mardian!
Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? 8
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught a eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee, That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? 12
Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
Cleo. Indeed!
Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what in deed is honest to be done; 16 Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo. O Charmian! ​Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? 20 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, 24 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 Phœbus' amorous pinches black, 28 And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, 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; 32 There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life.
Enter Alexas.
Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath 36 With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses, 40 This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alex. 'Good friend,' quoth he, 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, 44 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-gaunt steed, 48 Who neigh'd so high that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him.
Cleo. What was he, sad or merry?
Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad nor merry. 52
Cleo. 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 56 Which seem'd 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, 60 So does it no man else. Mett'st thou my posts?
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers. Why do you send so thick?
Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, 64 Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, Ever love Cæsar so?
Char. O! that brave Cæsar.
Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis! 68 Say the brave Antony.
Char. The valiant Cæsar!
Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men.
​Char. By your most gracious pardon, 72 I sing but after you.
Cleo. My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then! But come, away; Get me ink and paper: 76 He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt. Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act I
Scene One
​4 plated: armored 8 reneges: renounces 12 triple: one of three; cf. n. 16 bourn: boundary ​18 Grates: irritates 23 Take in: conquer enfranchise: set free 26 dismission: discharge from office 28 process: command 31 homager: humble servant 34 rang'd: ordered 35 dungy: vile 39 weet: know ​45 confound: consume 58 property: quality 60 approves: justifies
Scene Two
​Scene Two S. d. Rannius, Lucillius; cf. n. 4–6 O! that I knew . . . garlands; cf. n. 13 banquet: dessert and wine ​30 Herod of Jewry; cf. n. 31 marry . . . Cæsar; cf. n. on V. ii. 168 ​57 worky-day: ordinary 68 that cannot go: that cannot have children 72 cuckold: husband with an unfaithful wife; cf. n. on I. ii. 4–6 ​101 issue: fortune 107 as: as if Labienus; cf. n. ​120 earing: ploughing 133–135 the present pleasure . . . itself; cf. n. ​180 smock: an inner garment worn by women 183 broached: begun 191 expedience: expedition ​204 main: chief quality: character 206 the courser's hair; cf. n.
Scene Three
​33 su'd staying: begged to stay 36 brows bent: the arch of the eyebrows 48 scrupulous faction: cautious party strife 53 purge: restore itself to activity, seek cure 55 safe: make safe ​61 garboils: brawls 68, 69 By the fire . . . slime; cf. n. 71 affect'st: art inclined 81 meetly: fairly good 82 target: shield 84, 85 How this Herculean . . . chafe; cf. n. ​90, 91 O! my oblivion . . . forgotten; cf. n. 96 becomings: graces 97 Eye well: look well
Scene Four
​3 competitor: partner 11 enow: enough 19 keep the turn of: to take turns at 22 composure: disposition 24 foils: disgraces; cf. n. 31 rate: scold ​44 Comes dear'd: becomes valued 46 lackeying: following closely like a lackey 52 Lack blood: grow pale flush: vigorous 56 wassails: revelry ​62 stale: urine gilded: of a golden color 71 lank'd not: did not become shrunken
Scene Five
​4 mandragora: mandrake, a narcotic 11 unseminar'd: unsexed ​22 wot'st: knowest 24 burgonet: steel cap 29 Broad-fronted: with a broad forehead 33 aspect: look 37 tinct: color ​48 arm-gaunt: with gaunt limbs (?); cf. n. 71 paragon: compare ​73 salad days: days of youthful inexperience