The itch of his affection should not then Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace. Enter ANTONY, with the Ambassador. Ant. Is this his answer? To the boy Cæsar send this grizled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which, the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, Ourselves alone; I'll write it; follow me. [Exeunt Antony and Ambassador, Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Att. Enter an Attendant. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my wo men! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, The loyalty, well held to fools, does make [Aside. Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Thyr. So. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo. Go on: Right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserv'd. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. Eno. I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky, Thy dearest quit thee. Thyr. To be sure of that, [Aside. What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits, And put yourself under his shrowd, The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Cleo. Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this, in disputation I kiss his conquʼring hand: tell him, I am prompt Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt. Thyr. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, 'Tis your noblest course. Give me grace to lay Your Cæsar's father No chance may shake it. My duty on your hand. Cleo, Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, You will be whipp'd. The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd. Eno. Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho! Like boys unto a muss11, kings would start forth, cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am And Enter Attendants.. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and stars? Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tribu taries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them name, Since she was Cleopatra?)-Whip him, fellows, And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence. Ant. Bring him again:-This Jack of Cæsar's shall Tug him away: being whipp'd, [Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. Bear us an errand to him. You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd Cleo. .Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever: But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!). the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgements; make us |