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feat_book_id: The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra.act iii.scene xiii
feat_summary_id: act iii, scene xiii
feat_summary: {"name": "Act III, Scene xiii", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210116191009/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/antony-cleopatra/summary/act-iii-scene-xiii", "summary": "At Cleopatra's palace in Alexandria, Enobarbus half-heartedly consoles Cleopatra. He claims Cleopatra has no fault in the defeat--Antony chose to let his affection for her overpower his reason, so Antony bears both the shame and the loss. This is cold comfort to Cleopatra. Antony enters with Caesar's messenger. Antony discovers from the messenger that if Cleopatra turns him over to Caesar, Caesar will give her all sorts of honors and lands. Antony is, of course, furious, and says Caesar's victories are only the luck of his youth--his armies would do as well if they were led by a child. Antony resolves to challenge Caesar man-to-man, sword-against-sword, and exits to write the letter of challenge. In an aside, Enobarbus lamentsAntony's fall from grace. Thidias, Caesar's other messenger, arrives. He suggests to Cleopatra that she only gave into Antony out of fear, not love, so she doesn't deserve her dishonor, but instead deserves pity. Cleopatra says Caesar is indeed a god, and she agrees that Thidias speaks rightly, as she didn't yield to Antony, but was conquered against her will. Enobarbus hears all of this and exits, remarking that Antony is like a leaky boat that's sinking fast. Even his love has abandoned him! Thidias goes on, promising that Caesar would be glad to warmly offer protection to Cleopatra. Cleopatra then does the despicable, telling the messenger to pass on to Caesar that she would kneel at his feet, give over her crown, and let him pronounce doom upon Egypt . Thidias reaches to kiss her hand, and Cleopatra remembers out loud how this Caesar's father, Julius Caesar, had often rained kisses on that same hand. She's trifling. Just then Antony returns with Enobarbus, and flies into a rage seeing Thidias getting cozy on Caesar's behalf with Cleopatra. Thidias is in for a whooping. Antony has his servants take Thidias away for a sound beating, and instructs them to bring him back when they're done, so the lousy son of a Roman can bring a message to Caesar from Antony. Antony lights into Cleopatra, claiming he sacrificed the \"getting of a lawful race\" by \"a gem of women\" , meaning he left behind the good life so he could be here with Cleopatra, only to find her flirting with Caesar's messenger. Thidias returns from his beating. Antony tells him to go back to Caesar and let him know the following: Antony may not have the honor and fortune he once possessed, but he still has his fury. If Caesar dislikes the way Thidias was treated, then he can punish Antony's man Hipparchus, whom Caesar has captured. Turning back to Cleopatra, he asks whether she'd flatter Caesar by flirting with a man that ties his pant laces. She doesn't take to this kindly, but simply insists she'd never betray Antony. He accepts this completely, maybe because he's crazy, but likely because he's whipped. He's gotten his forces back together to fight Caesar on land and sea the next day, and promises he'll fight with malice, regardless of the outcome. He calls for wine and demands one more \"gaudy night.\" It's Cleopatra's birthday, so she's probably up for some gaudiness too. Cleopatra is glad to see Antony is back in his former spirits, even if he's been driven there by utter madness. Alone, Enobarbus notes the insanity of the situation--his master is so furious that he's no longer even afraid. Antony's brain and reason have given up, and his heart has taken over for some last glory in this doomed venture. Enobarbus resolves that he must leave Antony before this sinking ship goes down.", "analysis": ""}
text: SCENE XIII.
                 Alexandria. CLEOPATRA'S palace
  
          Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS
  
    CLEOPATRA. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
    ENOBARBUS. Think, and die.
    CLEOPATRA. Is Antony or we in fault for this?
    ENOBARBUS. Antony only, that would make his will
      Lord of his reason. What though you fled
      From that great face of war, whose several ranges
      Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
      The itch of his affection should not then
      Have nick'd his captainship, at such a point,
      When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
      The mered question. 'Twas a shame no less
      Than was his loss, to course your flying flags
      And leave his navy gazing.
    CLEOPATRA. Prithee, peace.
  
            Enter EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador; with ANTONY
  
    ANTONY. Is that his answer?
    EUPHRONIUS. Ay, my lord.
    ANTONY. The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she
      Will yield us up.
    EUPHRONIUS. He says so.
    ANTONY. Let her know't.
      To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
      And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
      With principalities.
    CLEOPATRA. That head, my lord?
    ANTONY. To him again. Tell him he wears the rose
      Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
      Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,
      May be a coward's whose ministers would prevail
      Under the service of a child as soon
      As i' th' command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
      To lay his gay comparisons apart,
      And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
      Ourselves alone. I'll write it. Follow me.
                                      Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS
  
    EUPHRONIUS. [Aside] Yes, like enough high-battled Caesar will
      Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to th' show
      Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are
      A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
      Do draw the inward quality after them,
      To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
      Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
      Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu'd
      His judgment too.
  
                         Enter a SERVANT
  
    SERVANT. A messenger from Caesar.
    CLEOPATRA. What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
      Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
      That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir.     Exit SERVANT
    ENOBARBUS. [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
      The loyalty well held to fools does make
      Our faith mere folly. Yet he that can endure
      To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
      Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
      And earns a place i' th' story.
  
                         Enter THYREUS
  
    CLEOPATRA. Caesar's will?
    THYREUS. Hear it apart.
    CLEOPATRA. None but friends: say boldly.
    THYREUS. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
    ENOBARBUS. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,
      Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
      Will leap to be his friend. For us, you know
      Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar's.
    THYREUS. So.
      Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats
      Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
      Further than he is Caesar.
    CLEOPATRA. Go on. Right royal!
    THYREUS. He knows that you embrace not Antony
      As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
    CLEOPATRA. O!
    THYREUS. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
      Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
      Not as deserv'd.
    CLEOPATRA. He is a god, and knows
      What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
      But conquer'd merely.
    ENOBARBUS. [Aside] To be sure of that,
      I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
      That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
      Thy dearest quit thee.                                  Exit
    THYREUS. Shall I say to Caesar
      What you require of him? For he partly begs
      To be desir'd to give. It much would please him
      That of his fortunes you should make a staff
      To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits
      To hear from me you had left Antony,
      And put yourself under his shroud,
      The universal landlord.
    CLEOPATRA. What's your name?
    THYREUS. My name is Thyreus.
    CLEOPATRA. Most kind messenger,
      Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
      I kiss his conquring hand. Tell him I am prompt
      To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel.
      Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
      The doom of Egypt.
    THYREUS. 'Tis your noblest course.
      Wisdom and fortune combating together,
      If that the former dare but what it can,
      No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
      My duty on your hand.
    CLEOPATRA. Your Caesar's father oft,
      When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
      Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
      As it rain'd kisses.
  
                  Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS
  
    ANTONY. Favours, by Jove that thunders!
      What art thou, fellow?
    THYREUS. One that but performs
      The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
      To have command obey'd.
    ENOBARBUS. [Aside] You will be whipt.
    ANTONY. Approach there.- Ah, you kite!- Now, gods and devils!
      Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
      Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth
      And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
      Antony yet.
  
                         Enter servants
  
      Take hence this Jack and whip him.
    ENOBARBUS. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
      Than with an old one dying.
    ANTONY. Moon and stars!
      Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
      That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
      So saucy with the hand of she here- what's her name
      Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
      Till like a boy you see him cringe his face,
      And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
    THYMUS. Mark Antony-
    ANTONY. Tug him away. Being whipt,
      Bring him again: the Jack of Caesar's shall
      Bear us an errand to him.       Exeunt servants with THYREUS
      You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha!
      Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
      Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
      And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
      By one that looks on feeders?
    CLEOPATRA. Good my lord-
    ANTONY. You have been a boggler ever.
      But when we in our viciousness grow hard-
      O misery on't!- the wise gods seel our eyes,
      In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us
      Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
      To our confusion.
    CLEOPATRA. O, is't come to this?
    ANTONY. I found you as a morsel cold upon
      Dead Caesar's trencher. Nay, you were a fragment
      Of Cneius Pompey's, besides what hotter hours,
      Unregist'red in vulgar fame, you have
      Luxuriously pick'd out; for I am sure,
      Though you can guess what temperance should be,
      You know not what it is.
    CLEOPATRA. Wherefore is this?
    ANTONY. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
      And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
      My playfellow, your hand, this kingly seal
      And plighter of high hearts! O that I were
      Upon the hill of Basan to outroar
      The horned herd! For I have savage cause,
      And to proclaim it civilly were like
      A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
      For being yare about him.
  
                Re-enter a SERVANT with THYREUS
  
      Is he whipt?
    SERVANT. Soundly, my lord.
    ANTONY. Cried he? and begg'd 'a pardon?
    SERVANT. He did ask favour.
    ANTONY. If that thy father live, let him repent
      Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
      To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
      Thou hast been whipt for following him. Henceforth
      The white hand of a lady fever thee!
      Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Caesar;
      Tell him thy entertainment; look thou say
      He makes me angry with him; for he seems
      Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
      Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry;
      And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
      When my good stars, that were my former guides,
      Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires
      Into th' abysm of hell. If he mislike
      My speech and what is done, tell him he has
      Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
      He may at pleasure whip or hang or torture,
      As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou.
      Hence with thy stripes, be gone.                Exit THYREUS
    CLEOPATRA. Have you done yet?
    ANTONY. Alack, our terrene moon
      Is now eclips'd, and it portends alone
      The fall of Antony.
    CLEOPATRA. I must stay his time.
    ANTONY. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
      With one that ties his points?
    CLEOPATRA. Not know me yet?
    ANTONY. Cold-hearted toward me?
    CLEOPATRA. Ah, dear, if I be so,
      From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
      And poison it in the source, and the first stone
      Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
      Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
      Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
      Together with my brave Egyptians all,
      By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
      Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
      Have buried them for prey.
    ANTONY. I am satisfied.
      Caesar sits down in Alexandria, where
      I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
      Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy to
      Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like.
      Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
      If from the field I shall return once more
      To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood.
      I and my sword will earn our chronicle.
      There's hope in't yet.
    CLEOPATRA. That's my brave lord!
    ANTONY. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
      And fight maliciously. For when mine hours
      Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
      Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
      And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
      Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me
      All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
      Let's mock the midnight bell.
    CLEOPATRA. It is my birthday.
      I had thought t'have held it poor; but since my lord
      Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
    ANTONY. We will yet do well.
    CLEOPATRA. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
    ANTONY. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
      The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen,
      There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
      I'll make death love me; for I will contend
      Even with his pestilent scythe.     Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS
    ENOBARBUS. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious
      Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood
      The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still
      A diminution in our captain's brain
      Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason,
      It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
      Some way to leave him.                                  Exit
  
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feat_summary_name: Act III, Scene xiii
target: At Cleopatra's palace in Alexandria, Enobarbus half-heartedly consoles Cleopatra. He claims Cleopatra has no fault in the defeat--Antony chose to let his affection for her overpower his reason, so Antony bears both the shame and the loss. This is cold comfort to Cleopatra. Antony enters with Caesar's messenger. Antony discovers from the messenger that if Cleopatra turns him over to Caesar, Caesar will give her all sorts of honors and lands. Antony is, of course, furious, and says Caesar's victories are only the luck of his youth--his armies would do as well if they were led by a child. Antony resolves to challenge Caesar man-to-man, sword-against-sword, and exits to write the letter of challenge. In an aside, Enobarbus lamentsAntony's fall from grace. Thidias, Caesar's other messenger, arrives. He suggests to Cleopatra that she only gave into Antony out of fear, not love, so she doesn't deserve her dishonor, but instead deserves pity. Cleopatra says Caesar is indeed a god, and she agrees that Thidias speaks rightly, as she didn't yield to Antony, but was conquered against her will. Enobarbus hears all of this and exits, remarking that Antony is like a leaky boat that's sinking fast. Even his love has abandoned him! Thidias goes on, promising that Caesar would be glad to warmly offer protection to Cleopatra. Cleopatra then does the despicable, telling the messenger to pass on to Caesar that she would kneel at his feet, give over her crown, and let him pronounce doom upon Egypt . Thidias reaches to kiss her hand, and Cleopatra remembers out loud how this Caesar's father, Julius Caesar, had often rained kisses on that same hand. She's trifling. Just then Antony returns with Enobarbus, and flies into a rage seeing Thidias getting cozy on Caesar's behalf with Cleopatra. Thidias is in for a whooping. Antony has his servants take Thidias away for a sound beating, and instructs them to bring him back when they're done, so the lousy son of a Roman can bring a message to Caesar from Antony. Antony lights into Cleopatra, claiming he sacrificed the "getting of a lawful race" by "a gem of women" , meaning he left behind the good life so he could be here with Cleopatra, only to find her flirting with Caesar's messenger. Thidias returns from his beating. Antony tells him to go back to Caesar and let him know the following: Antony may not have the honor and fortune he once possessed, but he still has his fury. If Caesar dislikes the way Thidias was treated, then he can punish Antony's man Hipparchus, whom Caesar has captured. Turning back to Cleopatra, he asks whether she'd flatter Caesar by flirting with a man that ties his pant laces. She doesn't take to this kindly, but simply insists she'd never betray Antony. He accepts this completely, maybe because he's crazy, but likely because he's whipped. He's gotten his forces back together to fight Caesar on land and sea the next day, and promises he'll fight with malice, regardless of the outcome. He calls for wine and demands one more "gaudy night." It's Cleopatra's birthday, so she's probably up for some gaudiness too. Cleopatra is glad to see Antony is back in his former spirits, even if he's been driven there by utter madness. Alone, Enobarbus notes the insanity of the situation--his master is so furious that he's no longer even afraid. Antony's brain and reason have given up, and his heart has taken over for some last glory in this doomed venture. Enobarbus resolves that he must leave Antony before this sinking ship goes down.