CHARMIAN, IRAS, and
Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora.
5That I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Antony is away.
You think of him too much.
Oh, ’tis treason!
Madam, I trust, not so.
Thou, eunuch Mardian!
10Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has. ’Tis well for thee
That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
Yes, gracious madam.
Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done.
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.
20Where think’st thou he is now? Stands he or sits
Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse, for wott’st thou whom thou mov’st?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
25And burgonet of men. He’s speaking now,
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 Phoebus’ amorous pinches black
30And wrinkled deep in time. Broad-fronted
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.
There would he anchor his aspect, and die
35With looking on his life.