> Hamlet Martius = anti-Hamlet Warrior Hates theatre Inflexible No father Soliloquy averse > Antony and Cleopatra Disintegration of warrior No Cleopatra to put him back together post-mortem Antony in the Alps: ‘To live alone one must be either an animal or a god’ (Aristotle) Punitive theatre: Now, Iras, what think'st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown In Rome, as well as I. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded, And forced to drink their vapour. (5.3)

1.1 ROME 1.2 THE WORLD ELSEWHERE 1.3 HOME 1.4 WAR

Rome = small city state experimenting with republicanism Will not completely subdue its neighbours for another century 16-year-old Martius first fights in 499 BC, roughly 500 years before the age of the global superpower depicted in Antony and Cleopatra

‘chief enemy / To the people’ ( ) Though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud – which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. ( )

Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretched it – here be with them – Thy knee bussing the stones – for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ignorant More learned than the ears (III )

Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot’s spirit! My throat of war be turned, Which choired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar’s tongue Make motion through my lips, and my armed knees, Who bowed but in my stirrup, bend like his That have received an alms! I will not do’t, Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth And by my body’s action teach my mind A most inherent baseness. (III )

O let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I wooed, in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done, And tapers burned to bedward! (I )

I loved the maid I married; never man Sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here, Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. (IV )

I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes and up again, catched it again; or whether his fall enraged him, or how ’twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant, how he mammocked it! (I )

I’ll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin […] Like a dull actor now / I have forgot my part ( & 40-1) O mother, mother, What have you done? Behold the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother, O.