Charmian is devoted and witty in equal measure — she will make a joke about anything, including her own death. Watch for the moments when her jokes land with unexpected weight.
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything Alexas, almost most absolute
Alexas, where’s the soothsayer that you praised so to th’ queen? O,
that I knew this husband which you say must charge his horns with
garlands!
Lord Alexas—sweet Alexas—excellent Alexas—absolutely amazing Alexas—where is the soothsayer you praised so much to the queen? Oh, I wish I knew about this husband of mine that you say must decorate his cuckold's horns with flowers!
Alexas, Alexas, excellent Alexas—where's that soothsayer you were bragging about to Cleopatra? I want to know about this husband who's supposed to be so unfaithful that he decorates his shame like it's a party.
where's the fortune teller the one you praised i want to know about my future about my husband too much joking
Alexas is Cleopatra's functionary — useful, present, slightly rakish. He gets the joke.
Soothsayer!
The soothsayer.
Here's the fortune teller.
soothsayer here listen
Your will?
What do you want?
What do you need?
what do you want what's your wish
Is this the man? Is’t you, sir, that know things?
Are you the one? Are you, sir, the one who knows things?
Is this the guy? Are you the one who knows the future?
are you the one who knows things who can read fate
In nature’s infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
In nature's infinite book of secrets, I can read a little.
In the book of nature's secrets, I can read a bit.
in nature's book of infinite secrets i read a little i know fragments
Show him your hand.
Show him your palm.
Show your hand.
show your palm let him read it
Enobarbus speaks in sardonic prose when others speak in verse — he's the play's great deflator. His humor is his armor, and his armor is always on. Watch for how he uses jokes to say true things that can't be said directly.
Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra’s health to drink.
Bring in the banquet quickly—wine enough to drink to Cleopatra's health.
Get the food and wine. We're drinking to Cleopatra.
bring food wine we'll drink to cleopatra
Good, sir, give me good fortune.
Good sir, tell me my fortune.
Tell me something good.
good fortune please tell me
I make not, but foresee.
I don't make fortunes, I only foresee them.
I don't make luck, I predict it.
i don't make fortune i see it there's a difference
Pray, then, foresee me one.
Then predict one for me.
Then foresee mine.
foresee me one my future
You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
You will be far more beautiful than you are now.
You'll be even more beautiful than you are.
you'll be more beautiful fare more lovely
He means in flesh.
He means I'll get fat.
He means I'll get bigger.
he means fat flesh
Iras is Charmian's lighter shadow — quicker to laugh, less sharp. She agrees and amplifies rather than leading.
No, you shall paint when you are old.
No, you'll need makeup when you're old.
No, you'll need paint when you're older.
when you're old you'll paint wear makeup
Wrinkles forbid!
God forbid wrinkles!
No wrinkles, please!
wrinkles forbid no no aging
Vex not his prescience. Be attentive.
Don't mock his prophecy. Pay attention.
Don't mess with him. Listen.
don't mock pay attention respect him
Hush!
Hush.
Quiet.
quiet hush listen
You shall be more beloving than beloved.
You will love more than you are loved.
You'll give more love than you get back.
more beloving than beloved unequal unrequited
I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
I'd rather heat my liver with drinking.
I'd rather get drunk.
heat my liver with wine with drinking better than that
Nay, hear him.
No, hear him.
Listen to him.
hear him listen
Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a
forenoon 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 Caesar,
and companion me with my mistress.
Give me some excellent fortune! Let me marry three kings in one morning and widow them all. Let me have a child at fifty, to whom King Herod might bow. Arrange me to marry Caesar, and have my queen as my companion.
Give me something wild! Let me marry three kings in one morning and become widow to all of them. Let me have a baby at fifty that even King Herod would serve. Make me marry Caesar and stay with my mistress.
marry three kings widow them have a child at fifty herod does homage marry caesar companion me wild fortunes
You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
You will outlive the lady whom you serve.
You will live longer than your queen.
outlive the lady you serve cleopatra goes first
O, excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Oh, excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Perfect! I love living longer than anything else.
excellent long life better than figs
You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.
You have seen and enjoyed a better fortune than what is coming.
You've had better days ahead of you than what's coming.
seen better proved fairer fortune coming worse
Then belike my children shall have no names. Prithee, how many boys and
wenches must I have?
Then my children will have no names. Tell me—how many boys and girls must I have?
Then I won't even name my kids. How many boys and girls will I have?
no names how many boys and girls children
If every of your wishes had a womb,
And fertile every wish, a million.
If every one of your wishes had a womb and each wish could bear fruit, you'd have a million.
If every wish you have could get pregnant and give birth, you'd have a million.
if every wish a womb fertile million children
Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Out, fool! I forgive you because you're a witch.
Get out! You're a witch and I'm forgiving you for it.
out fool i forgive you witch
You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
You think only your bed knows about your wishes.
You think only your sheets know what you want.
your sheets privy to your wishes only in bed
Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Come, now read Iras's fortune too.
Go on, tell Iras hers.
iras tell hers her fortune
We’ll know all our fortunes.
We want to know all our fortunes.
We all want to hear ours.
all our fortunes know them
Mine, and most of our fortunes tonight, shall be drunk to bed.
Mine, and most everyone's fortunes tonight, will be drunk to bed.
My fortune and everyone else's will be drunk tonight.
fortunes tonight drunk to bed wine sleep
There’s a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
There's a line in her palm that means chastity—if nothing else.
Her palm shows a sign of chastity—that's something.
palm chastity line if nothing else
E’en as the o’erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
Like the overflowing Nile means famine.
Like when the Nile floods it means starvation.
nile overflowing famine opposite reversal
Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
Go on, you wild girl. You can't read fortunes.
Get out of here. You can't read fortunes.
wild bedfellow can't soothsay go
Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot
scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her but workaday fortune.
If a oily palm doesn't mean fertility, I can't even scratch my ear. Come on, just tell her an ordinary fortune.
If an oily palm doesn't mean good luck, I give up. Just tell her something simple.
oily palm fruitful scratch mine ear workaday fortune
Your fortunes are alike.
Your fortunes are the same.
You both have the same fortune.
fortunes alike same equal
But how, but how? give me particulars.
But how? Give me specifics.
How? Tell me more.
how particulars specifics
I have said.
I have said what I will say.
That's all I have.
i have said no more finished
Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Am I even an inch of fortune better than she is?
Am I any better off than she is?
inch of fortune better than she
Enobarbus is a unique character in Shakespeare: a secondary figure who sees everything clearly and says so, often more clearly than anyone else. He's Antony's oldest friend and most honest critic. In this scene he deflects with jokes — 'drunk to bed' as a fortune, the comedy about killing women — but beneath every joke is an accurate observation. His assessment of Cleopatra's passions ('greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report') is the most honest thing said about her this side of the barge speech. He's the only character in the play who can look at Antony's predicament without flinching. Keep watching for Enobarbus — he will become increasingly important as the play's moral center shifts. His eventual choice is the most heartbreaking thing in the play, precisely because he's the one who always knew better.
Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you
choose it?
Well, if you were even an inch of fortune better than me, where on your body would you want it?
If you had even one inch better luck than me, where would you put it?
inch where would you choose better than
Not in my husband’s nose.
Not in my husband's nose.
Not in my husband's face.
not there not in husband
Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas—come, his fortune! his
fortune! O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet 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,
fiftyfold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny
me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
May heavens fix our worse thoughts! Alexas, come read his fortune! Oh, let him marry a woman who can't walk, sweet goddess Isis, I beg. Let her die, give him a worse one, and keep it getting worse until the worst follows him laughing to his grave—five times over a cuckold! Goddess, hear my prayer, though you deny me things that matter more.
Heaven fix our bad thoughts! Alexas, his fortune! Oh goddess Isis, let him marry a woman who can't move, I'm begging. Let her die, give him worse ones, worse and worse until the worst one follows him laughing to his grave as a total cuckold! Goddess, listen to this prayer even if you won't grant me bigger things.
heavens mend let him marry woman who cannot go let her die worser follow worse to his grave fiftyfold cuckold good isis hear me
Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! For, as it is a
heartbreaking to see 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!
Amen. Goddess, hear this prayer from your people! It's heartbreaking to see a handsome man cheated on, and it's deadly sad to see an ugly man not cuckolded. So goddess, keep the proper order and give him what he deserves!
Amen. Goddess, listen to what we're praying! It breaks the heart to see a good-looking man cheated on, and it's terrible to see an ugly guy who doesn't get what's coming to him. So goddess, keep things balanced and let him get what he deserves!
amen heartbreaking handsome man loose-wived foul knave uncuckolded keep decorum
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
amen
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make
themselves whores but they’d do’t!
Look, if it were in their power to make me a cuckold, they'd turn themselves into whores to do it!
If it was up to them, they'd become prostitutes just to make me a cuckold!
if in their hands make me cuckold whores do it
Hush, Here comes Antony.
Quiet, Antony's coming.
Quiet, here comes Antony.
quiet antony coming
Not he, the queen.
No, it's the queen.
No, it's the queen.
no the queen cleopatra
Saw you my lord?
Have you seen my lord?
Have you seen Antony?
my lord seen him antony
No, lady.
No, my lady.
No, lady.
no lady
Was he not here?
Was he not here?
He wasn't here?
not here where is he
No, madam.
No, madam.
No, my queen.
no madam
He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
He was ready to be happy, but suddenly a Roman thought struck him. Enobarbus!
He was in a good mood, but then something Roman hit him. Enobarbus!
disposed to mirth suddenly roman thought struck him
Madam?
What, my lady?
Yes, my queen?
yes what my lady
Seek him and bring him hither. Where’s Alexas?
I must not think there are evils enough to darken the good day which you have promised me. I should think you were offended or that you had news.
I should believe there aren't enough bad things in the world to ruin the good day you promised me. I'd think you were mad or that you heard bad news.
evils enough darken good day promised me offended heard news
Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
It's just that our lord is troubled. Something from Rome has come that troubles him. But it won't spoil your plans.
It's just Antony's upset about something from Rome. But don't worry about your day.
lord troubled from rome come wont spoil
We will not look upon him. Go with us.
I'll be at supper, Enobarbus. Come.
I'm going to dinner. Come on.
[exit cleopatra] supper come
Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
Your wife Fulvia entered the war first.
Your wife Fulvia went to war.
fulvia your wife went to war fought
Against my brother Lucius.
Against my brother Lucius?
She fought against my brother Lucius?
against lucius my brother she fought him
Ay.
But soon that war had end, and the time’s state
Made friends of them, jointing their force ’gainst Caesar,
Whose better issue in the war from Italy
Upon the first encounter drave them.
Yes, but that war ended quickly. The times changed, they made peace, and both of them together turned their forces against Caesar. Caesar defeated them in their first battle and drove them back from Italy.
Yeah, but then that war ended fast. Things changed, they made peace, and together they fought Caesar. Caesar beat them immediately and drove them out of Italy.
war ended they made peace joined forces against caesar he beat them drove them out
Well, what worst?
Well, what's worse?
What else happened?
what's worse tell me the rest
The nature of bad news infects the teller.
Bad news corrupts the one who brings it.
Bad news makes the messenger look bad.
bad news taints the messenger infects him
When it concerns the fool or coward. On.
Things that are past are done with me. ’Tis thus:
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flattered.
Only if the news concerns a fool or coward. Speak on. What is past is done with me. Here's my rule: whoever tells me truth, even if death lies in his tale, I hear him as if he were flattering me.
Only if it's about a fool or coward. Keep going. What's done is done. Whoever tells me the truth, even if it's terrible, I'll listen like it's a compliment.
speak freely truth even death i'll hear it like flattery
Labienus—
This is stiff news—hath with his Parthian force
Extended Asia from Euphrates
His conquering banner shook from Syria
To Lydia and to Ionia,
Whilst—
Labienus—this is serious—has taken the Parthian forces and conquered all of Asia from the Euphrates, shaken his banners of victory from Syria to Lydia and Ionia, while—
Labienus—this is bad—took the Parthians and conquered all of Asia from the Euphrates, flew his banner from Syria to Lydia and Ionia, and meanwhile—
labienus with parthians conquered asia all of it from euphrates to syria to lydia
“Antony”, thou wouldst say—
'Antony', you were about to say—
'Antony', right? While Antony—
'antony' while antony what was i doing
O, my lord!
Oh, my lord!
My lord!
my lord forgive me
Speak to me home; mince not the general tongue.
Name Cleopatra as she is called in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia’s phrase, and taunt my faults
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.
Speak directly to me. Don't mince words. Name Cleopatra exactly as she is called in Rome. Curse me in Fulvia's language. Taunt my faults with the full freedom of both truth and malice. Oh, we grow weeds when our busy minds are idle, and when we're told our crimes, it's like plowing. Goodbye for now.
Tell me straight. Don't soften it. Call Cleopatra exactly what Rome calls her. Curse me like Fulvia would. Tell me my faults without holding back. We grow weeds when we're lazy, and when someone tells us about them, it's like harvesting. Leave me.
speak plain call cleopatra by her name rail at me with fulvia's curse tell my faults the truth and the malice i've grown weeds while idle
At your noble pleasure.
At your pleasure, my lord.
As you wish, my lord.
as you wish i'll go
From Sicyon, ho, the news? Speak there!
From Sicyon—what is the news? Speak!
News from Sicyon? Tell me!
from sicyon what speak
The man from Sicyon—
The man from Sicyon—
The man from Sicyon—
the man from sicyon
Is there such a one?
Is there such a one?
Is he here?
is he here does he exist
He stays upon your will.
He waits for your permission.
He's waiting for you.
he waits for your word
Let him appear.
Let him come.
Send him in.
let him come approach
Fulvia is mentioned throughout the early acts and never appears. She is Antony's Roman wife — and she was, historically, a remarkable woman: she commanded armies, organized political resistance, and ran military campaigns in Italy in Antony's name while he was in Egypt. Shakespeare gives her no scenes but lets her ghost haunt the play. Antony's guilt about her ('I almost wished she were dead; now that she is, I feel the loss') is one of his more honest moments. When he says 'I would you had her spirit in such another' — meaning Octavia — it's both a compliment to Fulvia and an honest assessment of what a wife capable of running a campaign is worth. The woman Antony never quite loved turns out to have been his match.
Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Your wife Fulvia is dead.
Your wife Fulvia is dead.
fulvia is dead your wife gone
Where died she?
Where did she die?
Where did she die?
where where did she die sicyon
In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.
In Sicyon. Her long illness, and everything else you need to know about what matters to you—this letter has it all.
In Sicyon. Her illness—how long it lasted—and everything else you should know. It's all in this letter.
sicyon her sickness long illness what matters to you
Forbear me.
Leave me.
Go. Leave me.
leave me go i need to be alone
What’s your pleasure, sir?
What do you want, sir?
What do you need, sir?
what's your pleasure what do you want
I must with haste from hence.
I must leave quickly.
I have to go right away.
must go haste from hence
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.
Why, then we're killing all our women. Look how deadly an abandonment is to them. If they survive us leaving, death should be the word.
Why, we're killing every woman here. See how fatal it is when we leave them. If they survive our departure, death is the only word for it.
kill women moral unkindness they suffer death's the word
I must be gone.
I must go.
I have to leave.
must be gone
Under a compelling occasion, let women die. It were pity to cast them
away for nothing, though, between them and a great cause they should be
esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching 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 which commits some loving act upon
her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
For a serious reason, let women die. It would be shameful to abandon them for nothing, though a great cause might be worth their loss. But Cleopatra—she dies at the slightest hint of this. I've seen her die twenty times for much smaller reasons. There's something noble in her death, some loving act in it. She dies so fast.
For a real reason, sure, women can die. It's a shame to throw them away for nothing, though big things might be worth it. But Cleopatra? She dies the second she hears about this. I've seen her fake-die twenty times for nothing. There's something beautiful in her dying—some loving thing. She does it so fast.
great cause women die cleopatra dying twenty times poorer moment mettle in death loving act celerity in dying
She is cunning past man’s thought.
She's more clever than any man could be.
She's smarter than anyone.
cunning past man's thought
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made 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 cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as
Jove.
No, sir. Her passions are made of pure love. We can't call her winds and tears mere sighs and weeping—they're greater storms than any almanac records. This isn't cunning in her. If it is, she makes storms as well as Jupiter does.
No, sir. Her feelings are pure love. We can't call her winds and tears just sighs and cries—they're bigger storms than any calendar records. This isn't her being clever. If it is, she controls storms like Jupiter.
passions pure love not cunning winds and waters storms and tempests greater than almanacs jove
Would I had never seen her!
I wish I'd never seen her!
I wish I'd never even seen her!
would i had never seen her wish
O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not
to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel.
Oh sir, you would have left unseen a wonderful thing, and not having seen her would have diminished your life and travels.
Oh sir, you would have missed a masterpiece. Not seeing her would have been a loss to your whole life.
left unseen wonderful piece of work blest withal discredited your travel
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
fulvia is dead
Sir?
Sir?
What?
sir
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
Fulvia is dead.
fulvia is dead again
Fulvia?
Fulvia?
Fulvia?
fulvia
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
dead
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. 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 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 petticoat:
and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.
Then give the gods thanks for a sacrifice. When the gods take a man's wife, they show us that we can replace old cloth with new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, you'd have a real loss. But this grief comes with comfort—old clothes wear out, new petticoats come forth. Your tears should be for an onion, not for this sorrow.
Then thank the gods for that. When they take your wife, they show you that you can get new clothes when the old ones wear out. If Fulvia was the only woman left, that'd be a real loss. But this comes with a silver lining—when old clothes die, new ones are born. These tears should be for an onion, not this.
give gods thanks wife taken tailors of earth worn out new petticoat old smock grief crowned with consolation consolation
The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
The situation she started in Rome can't continue without me.
The war she started in Rome needs me there.
business broached in state endure my absence
And the business you have broached here cannot be without you,
especially that of Cleopatra’s, which wholly depends on your abode.
And the business you've started here can't continue without you—especially Cleopatra's, which completely depends on your being here.
And the mess you've started here needs you here—especially with Cleopatra, who completely depends on you staying.
business broached here cannot be without you cleopatra's wholly depends your abode
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
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
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
The empire of the sea. Our slippery people,
Whose love is never linked to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
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,
The sides o’ th’ 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
Our quick remove from hence.
No more light words. Have our officers give notice of what we intend. I'll explain to the Queen why we must leave urgently and ask her permission to depart. Not only Fulvia's death, with its pressing concerns, calls us—but also letters from many of our allies in Rome urging us to return. Sextus Pompeius has challenged Caesar and controls the sea. Our fickle people, who love only when the deed is done, are now throwing their support to Pompeius the Great through his son. He stands high, higher than his father in blood and power, commanding as the main general. And if he continues, he might threaten the whole world. Dangers are breeding—like a horsehair that only looks like life but will become a serpent's poison. Tell our officers we must leave immediately.
No more jokes. Tell our officers what we're doing. I'll tell the Queen why we need to leave and ask permission. It's not just Fulvia's death that's pushing me—it's also letters from our allies in Rome telling me to come back. Sextus Pompeius is fighting Caesar and has the navy. Our fickle people, who only love winners, are now supporting Pompeius through his son. He's standing up as a military leader, and if this keeps going, he could threaten everything. Danger is brewing—it looks harmless now like a horsehair, but it'll turn into a snake's poison. Tell our people we have to leave right now.
no light answers officers notice purpose break cause expedience full via letters rome contrivingfriends phlo mpeius caesar empire sea slippery people doeserts past soldier quality sides world endanger breeding courser's hair life serpent's poison
I shall do’t.
I will do it.
I'll do it.
i shall do't
The Reckoning
The scene opens in holiday mood — Cleopatra's women teasing the soothsayer about husbands and luck. Then something shifts: the soothsayer's predictions turn genuinely dark, Cleopatra arrives and quickly departs, and Antony is left alone with news that his wife has made war in his name and then died. The comedy doesn't protect us from what follows — Antony confessing to Enobarbus that he wants free of Egypt, feeling both grief and guilt that he doesn't grieve enough. The audience is left with the uncomfortable sense that Antony has made his choice, and is already a little relieved by the excuse to leave.
If this happened today…
A group of friends at a company retreat are doing a tarot reading for fun. The tarot reader keeps saying something that isn't quite a joke. One friend leaves early. Then the star executive, who everyone knows has been living it up at this offsite instead of managing the actual crisis at headquarters, gets a series of increasingly urgent texts — first that his estranged partner started something, then that she's dead. He tells his friend: I need to go back. His friend cracks jokes. He goes quiet. He's already calculating the exit.