Discredit my authority with yours; And make the wars alike against my stomach, Cet. You praise yourself By having defects of judgment to me; but patch'd up your excuses. Ant. Not so, not so; I toow you could not lack, I am certain on't ry necessity of this thought, that I, 1r partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, - t with grateful eyes attend those wars Wuch fronted mine own peace. As for my you had her spirit in such another : Of what I was i'the morning; but, next day, Ces. You have broken The article of your oath; which you shall never Lep. Soft, Cesar. Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak : The honour's sacred which he talks on now, Ces. To lend me arms and aid, when I re- The which you both denied. And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up To have me out of Egypt, made wars liere; Lep. 'Tis nobly spoken. Mec. If it might please you to enforce no The griefs + between ye, to forget them quite, Lep. Worthily spoke, Mecænas. Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do. Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. Eno. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot. Ant. You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more. Eno. Go to then; your considerate stone. O'the world I would pursue it. Agr. Give me leave, Cesar,- Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, Is now a widower. Ces. Say not so, Agrippa; If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof Ant. I am not married, Cesar: let me hear Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity, The turd 'the world is yours; which, with a with an unslipping knot, take Autony Yem may pace easy, but not such a wife. Ast. So much incurable, her garboils, Cesar, Ocavia to his wife: whose beauty claims 1 Opposed. * Messenger. Bridle. If I would say, Agrippa, be it so, To make this good? Ccs. The power of Cesar, and His power unto Octavia. Ant. May I never To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Ces. There is my hand. A sister 1 bequeath you, whom no brother And what they undid, did, Agr. Oh, rare for Antony! Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereldes, To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, Lep. Happily, amen! Ant. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great, At heel of that, defy him. Lep. Time calls upon us: Of us must Pompey presently be sought, Ant. And where lies he? Ces. About the mount Misenum. By land? Ces. Great, and increasing: but by sca He is an absolute master. Ant. So is the fame. 'Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it: Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, despatch we The business we have talk'd of. Ces. With most gladness; And do invite you to my sister's view, Whither straight I will lead you. Ant. Let us, Lepidus, Not lack your company. Lep. Noble Antony, Not sickness should detain me. And made a gap in nature. Agr. Rare Egyptian ! Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, It should be better he became her guest; For what his eyes eat only. Agr. Royal wench! She made great Cesar lay his sword to bed Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street: And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Cloy th' appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle [Flourish. Exeunt CESAR, ANTONY, and The heart of Antony, Octavia is LEPIDUS. Mec. Welcome from Egypt, Sir. Eno. Half the heart of Cesar, worthy Mecanas!-my hononrable friend, Agrippa!— Agr. Good Enobarbus ! Mec. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You staid well by it in Egypt. Eno. Ay, Sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinkjug. Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there. Is this true? Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had inuch more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting. Mcc. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her. Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart upon the river of Cydnus. Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, The winds were love-sick with them: the oars Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made It beggar'd all description: she did lie A blessed lottery to him, Agr. Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Eno. Humbly, Sir, I thank you, [Exeunt. Sooth. Cesar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Ast. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Ast. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him: [Exit SOOTHSAYER. Pthe east my pleasure lies :--O come, Ventidius, SCENE IV.-The same.-A Street. Enter LEPIDUS, MECENAS. and AGRIPPA. Lep. Tromble yourselves no urther: pray you, basten Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Cleo. Antony's dead ? If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress: If thou so yield him, there is gold, and bere Mess. First, madam, he's well. Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, Sirrah, To say the dead are well; bring it to that, Mess. Good madam, hear me. But there's no goodness in thy face: If Antony Mess. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Mess. Madam, he's well. Mess. And friends with Cesar. Mess. Cesar and he are greater friends than ever. [food Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. [port: Of as that trade in love. Attend. The music, ho! Enter MARDIAN. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience. [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in Smarting in ling'ring pickle. [brine, Mess. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give [hadst thee, And make thy fortunes proud; the blow thou Mess. He's married, madam. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within The man is innocent. [yourself; Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again: Though I am mad, I will not bite him:-Call. Char. He is afeard to come. Cleo. I will not hurt him :These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself; since I myself Have given myself the cause.-Coine hither, Sir. Re-enter MESSENGER. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. Mess. I have done my duty. Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say, Yes. Mess. He is married, madam. And carry back to Sicily much tall⚫ youth That else must perish here. Pom. To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, To drench the Capitol; but that they would Ces. Take your time. Ant. Thou canst not feart us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house : Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, there still? Mess. Should I lie, madam? Cleo. Oh! I would thou didst ; So half my Egypt were submerg'd and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you: To punish me for what you make me do, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?—Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em! [Exit MESSENGER. Char. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Cesar. Char. Many times, madam. Cleo. I am paid for't now. Lead me from hence, I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter: Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him Report the feature of Octavia, her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out Remain in't as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present, §) how you take The offers we have sent you. Ces. There's the point. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Ces. And what may follow, To try a larger fortune. Pom. You have made me offer Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send Ces. Ant. Lep. That's our offer. I came before you here, a man prepar'd Ant. I have heard it, Pompey; Pom. Let me have your hand : I did not think, Sir, to have met you here. Ant. The beds i'the east are soft; and thanks to you, The colour of her hair :-bring me word quick-That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hither; ly. [Exit ALEXAS. Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, T'other way he's a Mars :-Bid you Alexas [To MARDIAN. For I have gain'd by it. Ces. Since I saw you last, There is a change upon you. Pom. Well, I know not What counts | harsh fortune casts upon my face: Bring me word how tall she is.-Pity me, Char-But in my bosom shall she never come, mian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt. To make my heart her vassal. Lep. Well met here. Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.-Thus we are agreed: Enc. At sea, I think. Men. We have, Sir. Eng. You have done well by water. Ess. I will praise any man that will praise me: though it cannot be denied what I have done by Lind. Mea. Nor what I have done by water. Esc. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men And you by land. Eas. There I deny my land service. But give me your hud, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing. Men. Ali men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their bands are. En. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. Mon. No slander; they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Mon. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away bu firine. Exe. Lí be do, sure, be cannot weep it back Men. Pray you, Sir? Ene. The true. M.. Then is Cesar, and he, for ever knit Brether. Emu. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I it out prophesy so. Men, I think the policy of that purpose made * in the marriage, than the love of the pertars. SCENE VII.-On Board POMPEY'S Galley, lying near Misenum. Music. Enter two or three SERVANTS with a Banquet. 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind 'the world will blow them down. 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. 1 Serv. They have made him drink almsdrink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconcites them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. 1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. 2 Serv. Why, this is to have a name in great men's fellowship; I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan ‡ I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. Pom. Sit, and some wine.-A health to Lepidus. Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out. Eno. Not till you have slept; I fear me, you'll be in, till then. Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things; with out contradiction, I have heard that. Men. Pompey, a word. [Aside. Pom. Say in mine ear: What is't? Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, [Aside. captain, And hear me speak a word. Pom. Forbear me till anon.- Lep. What manner o'thing is your crocodile ? Aut. It is shaped, Sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once Ene. I think so too. But you shall find the head that seems to tie their friendship toge-out of it, it transmigrates. they, will be the very strangler of their amity: Vitara is of a holy, cold, and still conver Lep. What colour is it of? Ant. "Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. Pom. [To MENAS aside.] Go, hang, Sir, hang Tell me of that? away! |