Act1 Scene3 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
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ACT I SCENE III Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace.  
[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
CLEOPATRAWhere is he?
CHARMIANI did not see him since.
CLEOPATRASee 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, report5
That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
[Exit ALEXAS]
CHARMIANMadam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
CLEOPATRAWhat should I do, I do not?10
CHARMIANIn each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
CLEOPATRAThou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
CHARMIANTempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.15
[Enter MARK ANTONY]
CLEOPATRAI am sick and sullen.
MARK ANTONYI am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,--
CLEOPATRAHelp me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.20
MARK ANTONYNow, my dearest queen,--
CLEOPATRAPray you, stand further from me.
MARK ANTONYWhat's the matter?
CLEOPATRAI know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:25
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.
MARK ANTONYThe gods best know,--
CLEOPATRAO, never was there queen30
So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
MARK ANTONYCleopatra,--
CLEOPATRAWhy should I think you can be mine and true,
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,35
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!
MARK ANTONYMost sweet queen,--
CLEOPATRANay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,40
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued 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,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,45
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
MARK ANTONYHow now, lady!
CLEOPATRAI would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.50
MARK ANTONYHear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services awhile; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius55
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,60
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
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,65
Is Fulvia's death.
CLEOPATRAThough age from folly could not give me freedom,
It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
MARK ANTONYShe's dead, my queen:
Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read70
The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she died.
CLEOPATRAO most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,75
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
MARK ANTONYQuarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice. By the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence80
Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
As thou affect'st.
CLEOPATRACut my lace, Charmian, come;
But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.85
MARK ANTONYMy precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
CLEOPATRASo Fulvia told me.
I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,90
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Life perfect honour.
MARK ANTONYYou'll heat my blood: no more.95
CLEOPATRAYou can do better yet; but this is meetly.
MARK ANTONYNow, by my sword,--
CLEOPATRAAnd target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become100
The carriage of his chafe.
MARK ANTONYI'll leave you, lady.
CLEOPATRACourteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;105
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
MARK ANTONYBut that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you110
For idleness itself.
CLEOPATRA'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 not115
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
Be strew'd before your feet!120
MARK ANTONYLet 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. Away!
[Exeunt]