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Mark Antony
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Antony followed the enemy down into Syria; and there sent for Cleopatra, that he might consult with her about joining the forces of Egypt with those of Rome to crush the barbarians.
Cleopatra came on, the consultation followed, and it was decided that when Caesar the Great–the god-like man whose memory they mutually revered–said, “War is a foolish business,” he was right. They would let the barbarians slide–if they deserved punishment, the gods would look after the case. If the barbarians did not need punishment, then they should go free.
Tents were struck, pack-camels were loaded, horses were saddled, and the caravan started for Alexandria. By the side of the camel that carried the queen, quietly stepped the proud barb that bore Mark Antony.
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Cleopatra and Antony ruled Egypt together for fourteen years. The country had prospered, even in spite of the extravagance of its governors, and the Egyptians had shown a pride in their Roman ruler, as if he had done them great honor to remain and be one with them.
Caesario was approaching manhood–his mother’s heart was centering her ambition in him–she called him her King of Kings, the name she had given to his father. Antony was fond of the young man, and put him forward at public fetes even in advance of Cleopatra, his daughter, and Alexander and Ptolemy, his twin boys by the same mother. In playful paraphrase of Cleopatra, Antony called her the Queen of Kings, and also the Mother of Kings.
Word reached Rome that these children of Cleopatra were being trained as if they were to rule the world–perhaps it was so to be! Octavius Caesar scowled. For Antony to wed his sister, and then desert her, and bring up a brood of barbarians to menace the State, was a serious offense.
An order was sent commanding Antony to return–requests and prayer all having proved futile and fruitless.
Antony had turned into fifty; his hair and beard were whitening with the frost of years. Cleopatra was near forty–devoted to her children, being their nurse, instructor, teacher.
The books refer to the life of Antony and Cleopatra as being given over to sensuality, licentiousness, profligacy. Just a word here to state this fact: sensuality alone sickens and turns to satiety ere a single moon has run her course. Sensuality was a factor in the bond, because sensuality is a part of life; but sensuality alone soon separates a man and a woman–it does not long unite. The bond that united Antony and Cleopatra can not be disposed of by either the words “sensuality” or “licentiousness”–some other term here applies: make it what you wish.
A copy of Antony’s will had been stolen from the Alexandria archives and carried to Rome by traitors in the hope of personal reward. Caesar read the will to Senate. One clause of it was particularly offensive to Caesar: it provided that on the death of Antony, wherever it might occur, his body should be carried to Cleopatra. The will also provided that the children of Cleopatra should be provided for first, and afterward the children of Fulvia and Octavia.
The Roman Senate heard the will, and declared Mark Antony an outlaw–a public enemy.
Erelong Caesar himself took the field and the Roman legions were pressing down upon Egypt. The renegade Mark Antony was fighting for his life. For a time he was successful, but youth was no longer his, the spring had gone out of his veins, and pride and prosperity had pushed him toward fatty degeneration.
His soldiers lost faith in him, and turned to the powerful name of Caesar–a name to conjure with. A battle had been arranged between the fleet of Mark Antony and that of Caesar. Mark Antony stood upon a hillside, overlooking the sea, and saw the valiant fleet approach, in battle-array, the ships of the enemy. The two fleets met, hailed each other in friendly manner with their oars, turned and together sailed away.