> Hamlet Martius = anti-Hamlet Warrior Hates theatre Inflexible No father Soliloquy averse > Antony and Cleopatra Disintegration of warrior No Cleopatra.

> HamletMartius = anti-

HamletWarriorHates theatreInflexibleNo fatherSoliloquy 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 shownIn Rome, as well as I. Mechanic slavesWith greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shallUplift 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’ (1.1.7-8)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. (1.1.34-7)

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.2.73-7)

Away, my disposition, and possess meSome harlot’s spirit! My throat of war be turned,Which choired with my drum, into a pipeSmall as an eunuch or the virgin voiceThat babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knavesTent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take upThe glasses of my sight! A beggar’s tongueMake motion through my lips, and my armed knees,Who bowed but in my stirrup, bend like hisThat have received an alms! I will not do’t,Lest I surcease to honour mine own truthAnd by my body’s action teach my mindA most inherent baseness. (III.2.111-23)

O let me clip yeIn arms as sound as

when I wooed, in heartAs merry as when our

nuptial day was done,And tapers burned to

bedward! (I.6.29-32)

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.5.116-121)

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.3.61-7)

•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.