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me, Sir ?

SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Mess. Cesar and he are greater friends than Pulace.

ever. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and

Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me.

Mess. But yet madam,-
Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody The good precedence;" fie upon but yet:

Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay
Of us that trade in love.

[food But yet is as a jailer to bring forth Attend. The music, ho!

Some monstrous malefactor. Pr’ythee, friend, Enter MARDIAN.

Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,

The good and bad her: He's friend with Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards :


[free. Come, Charmian.

In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mar.

Mess. Free, madam! no; I'made no such redian. He's bound unto Octavia.

(port: Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch

Cleo. For what good turn? play'd,

Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. As with a woman ;-Come, you'll play with

Cleo. I am pale, Charmian.

Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Mar. As well as I can, madam.

Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though


[Strikes him down. it come too short,

Mess. Good madam, patience. The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:

Cleo. What say you ?-Hence, Give me mine angle,-We'll to the river : there,

[Strikes him again. My music playing far off, I will betray, Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; pierce

[She hales him up and down, Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd I'll think them every one an Antony,

in brine, And say, Ah, ha! you're caught.

Smarting in ling'ring pickle. Char. 'Twas merry, when

Mess. Gracious madam, You wager'd on your angling; when your

diver I, that do bring the

news, made

not the match. Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he

Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give With fervency drew up..


(hadst Cleo. That time!-0 times ! I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage;

And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,

And I will booti thee with what gist beside Ere the ninth hour, I drunk' him to his bed ;

Thy modesty can beg. Then put my tirest and mantles on him,


Mess. He's married, madam. I wore his sword Philippan. O! from Italy;

Cleo. Rogue,

thou hast liv'd too long. Enter a MESSENGER.

[Draws a Dagger.

Mess. Nay, then I'll run:. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, What mean you, madam? I have made no That long time have been barren.


(Erit. Mess. Madam, madam,

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within Cleo. Antony's dead ?

The man is innocent.

(yourself; If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress : Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thun. But well and free,

derbolt.If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand, that kings Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again; Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.

Though I am mad, I will not bite bimCall. Mess. First, madam, he's well.

Char. He is afeard to come. Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, Sirrah, Cleo, I will not hurt him: mark ; We use

These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, A meaner than myself; since I myself
The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour Have given myself the cause.-Come hither,
Down thy ill-uttering throat.

Mess. Good madam, hear me.
Cleo. Well, go to, I'will;

But there's no goodness in thy face: If Antony
Be free, and healthful,,why so tart a favourt | Though it be honest, it is never good
To trumpet such good tidings ? If not well, To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message
Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Not like a formal man.

(snakes, Themselves, when they be felt. Mess. Will’t please you hear me?

Mess. I have done my duty. Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou

Cleo. Is he married ? speak'st:

I cannot hate thee worser than I do, Yet, if thou say,

Antony lives, is well, If thou again say, Yes. Or friends with Cesar, or not captive to him, Mess. He is married, madam. I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and bail Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold Rich pearls upon thee,

there still ? Mess. Madam, he's well,

Mess. Should I lie, madam ? Cleo. Well said.

Cleo. O, I would, thou didst; Mess, And friends with Cesar.

So half my Egypt were submerg'd, and made Cleo. Thou'rt an honest man.

A cistern for scald snakes! Go get thee hence;


So sour a countenance.

+ Head dress.
| A man in his senses.

• Preceding.

Whelmed under water.

to you,

Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me We'll speak with thee at sea : at land, thou Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is mar

know'st ried ?

How much we do o'er-count thee. Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.

Pom. At land, indeed, Cleo. He is married ?

Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: Mess. Take no offence, that I would not of. But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, fend you:

Remain in't as thou may’st. To punish me for what you make me do, [via. Lep. Be pleas’d to tell us, Seems much unequal: He is married to Octa-|(For this is from the present,*) how you take Cleo. O, that his fault should make a knave The offers we have sent you. of thee,

Ces. There's the point. That art not !What? thou'rt sure of 't ?-Get Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh thee hence :

What it is worth embrac'd. The merchandise which thou hast brought Ces. And what may follow, from Rome,

{hand, To try a larger fortune.
Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy Pom. You have made me offer
And be undone by 'em ! (Exit MESSENGER. Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must

Char. Good your highness, patience. Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais's Measures of wheat to Rome: This'greed upon

To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back Char. Many times, madam.

Our target uudinted. Cleo. I am paid for't now.

Ces. Ant. Lep. That's our offer. Lead me from hence,

Pom. Know then, I faint ; 0 Iras, Charmian,—"Tis no matter :- I came before you here, a man prepar'd Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him To take this offer: But Mark Antony Report the feature of Octavia, her years, Put me to some impatience: Though I lose Her inclination, let him not leave out

The praise of it by telling, You must know, The colour of her hair :-bring me word quick. When Cesar and your brothers were at blows, ly.

(Exit AlexAs. Your mother came to Sicily, and did find
Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, Her weleome friendly,
Though he bę painted one way like a Gorgon, Ant. I have heard it, Pompey ;.
T'other way he's a Mars :-Bid you Alexas And am well studied for a liberal thanks,

To MARDIAN. Which I do owe you.
Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Pom. Let me have your hand :

I did not tbink, Sir, to have met you here. But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my Ant. The beds i'the east are soft; and thanks chamber. (Exeuni.

[ther; That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hiSCENE VI.-Near Misenum.

For I have gain'd by it. Enter Pompey and Menas, at one side, with Drum There is a change upon you.

Ces. Since I saw you last, and Trumpet : at another, CESAR, LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECÆNAS, with Sob- what countsi harsh fortune casts upon my

Pom. Well, I know not

[face; diers marching.

But in my bosom shall she never come,
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; To make my heart her vassal.
And we shall talk before we fight.

Lep. Well met here.
Ces. Most meet,

[we Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.- Thus we are That first we come to words; and therefore have

agreed : Our written purposes before us sent;

I crave, our composition may be written,
Which, if thou hast consider'd let us know And seal'd between us.
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword;

Ces. That's the next to do.
And carry back to Sicily much tallt youth Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part;
That else must perish here.

and let us Pom. To you all three,

Draw lots who shall begin. The senators alone of this great world,

Ant. That will I, Pompey. Chief factors for the gods,- I do not know, Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: but, first Wherefore my father should revengers want, Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Having a son and friends; since Julius Cesar, Shall have the fame. I have heard, that Julius Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, Grew fat with feasting there.

(Cesar There saw you labouring for him. What was Ant. You have heard much.

(what Pom. I have fair meanings, Sir. That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And Ant. And fair words to them. Made the all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus, Pom. Then so much have I heard :With the arm’d rest, courtiers of beauteous And I have heard, Apollodorus carried freedom,

Eno. No more of that:-He did so. To drench the Capitol ; but that they would Pom. What, I pray you? Have one man but a man? And that is it, Eno. A certain queen to Cesar in a mattress. Hath made me rig my pary; at whose burden Pom. I know thee now ;-How far’st thou, The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant

soldier? To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Eno. Well; Cast on my noble father.

(Rome And well am like to do; for, I perceive, Ces. Take your time.

Four feasts are toward. Ant. Thou canst not fearg us, Pompey, with Pom. Let me shake thy hand; thy sails,

I never hated thee: I have seen thee tight,

When I have envied thy behaviour.

+ Brave. * Haunted.


* Present subject. + Target, shield, Scores, marks,



Eno. Sir,

Men. And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd you aboard? I have a health for you. you,

Eno. I shall take it, Sir: we have used our When you have well deserv'd ten times as throats in Egypt. much

Men. Come; let's away.

[Ereunt. As I have said you did. Pom. Enjoy thy plainness,

SCENE VII.-On Board Pompey's Galley, It nothing ill becomes thee.

lying near Misenum. Aboard my galley I invite you all : Will you lead, lords?

Music. Enter tuo or three SERVANTS, with a Ces. Ant. Lép. Show us the way, Sir.

Banquet.* Pom. Come.

1 Serv. Here they'll be, map: Some o' their [Exeunt Pompey, CESAR, ANTONY, LE- plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind

PIDUS, Soldiers, and Attendants. i'the world will blow them down. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. made this treaty.--[Aside.]-You and I have

1 Sero. They have made him drink almsknown," Sir.

drink. Eno. At sea, I think.

2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the Men. We have, Sir.

disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles Eno. You have done well by water.

them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. Men. And you by land.

1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between Eno. I will praise any man that will praise him and his discretion. me: though it cannot be denied what I have 2 Serv. Why, this is to have a name in great done by land.

men's fellowship; I had as lief have a reed Men. Nor what I have done by water.

that will do me no service, as a partizan; I own safety? you have been a great thief by not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your could not heave.

1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and Men. And you by land.

eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the Eno. There I deny my land service. But cheeks. give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had A Sennet sounded. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.


ENOBARBUS, Menas, with other Captains. Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.

Ant. Thus do they, Sir: [T. CESAR.] They Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a

take the flow o'the Nile true face.

By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know, Men. No slander; they steal hearts.

By the height, the lowness, or the mean,g if Eno. We came hither to fight with you.

dearth, Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to Or foizon,ll follow: The higher Nilus swells, a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh a. The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seeds. way his fortune.

Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, again.

And shortly comes to harvest. Men. You have said, Sir. We looked not Lep. You have strange serpents there. for Mark Antony; Pray you, is he married to

Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Cleopatra?

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of Eno, Cesar's sister is call'd Octavia. your mud by the operation of your sun: so is

Men. True, Sir; she was the wife of Caius your crocodile. Marcellus.

Ant. They are so. Eno, But she is now the wife of Marcus An- Pom. Sit-and some wine.-A health to tonius.

Lepidus. Men. Pray you, Sir?

Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but Eno. 'Tis true.

I'll ne'er out. Men. Then is Cesar, and he, for ever knit Eno Not till you bave slept; I fear me, together.

you'll be in, till then. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the I would not prophesy so.

Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things; Men. I think, the policy of that purpose without contradiction, I have heard that. made more in the marriage, than the love of Men. Pompey, a word.

[Aside. the parties.

Pom. Say in mine ear: What is't? Eno. I think so too. But you shall find, the Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, band that seems to tie their friendsbip toge


[Aside. ther, will be the very strangler of their amity : And hear me speak a word. Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversa

Pom. Forbear me till anontion.

This wine for Lepidus. Men. Who would not have his wife so? Lep. What manner o'thing is your crocodile?

Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which Ant. It is shaped, Sir, like itself; and it is is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia as it is, and moves with its own organs: it blow the fire up in Cesar; and, as I said be- lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elefore, that which is the strength of their amity, ments once out of it, it transmigrates. shall prove the immediate author of their vari- Lep. What colour is it of? ance. Antony will use his affection where it Ant. Of its own colour too. is: he married but his occasion here.

# Descrt. + Fect.

* Pike.

| Midde. Been acquainted + Behaviour. Plenty.



Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.

It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. And it grows fouler. Ces. Will this description satisty him? Ant. Be a child o'the time. Ant. With the health that Pompey gives Ces. Possess* it, I'll make answer: but I had him, else he is a very epicure.

rather fast Pom. [To Menas aside.) Go, hang, Sir, From all, four days, than drink so much in one. hang! Tell me of that? away!

Eno. Ha, my brave emperor! (TO ANTONY. Do as I bid you.—Where's this cup I call’d for? Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear And celebrate our drink? me,

Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. Rise from thy stool.

(Aside. Ant. Come, let us all take hands; (sense Pom. I think, thou’rt mad. The matter? Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our

[Rises, and walks aside. In soft and delicate Letbe. Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy for- Eno. All take hands. tunes.

Make battery to our ears with the loud music: Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith: The while, i'll place you: Then the boy shall What's else to say?

sing: Be jolly, lords.

The holdingt every man shall bear, as loud Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus,

As his strong sides can volley. Keep off them, for you sink.

[Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?

in hand.
Pom. What say'st thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?

That's twice.

Come, thou monarch of the rine,
Pom, How should that be?

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne Men. But entertain it, and,

In thy vats our cares be drown'd; Although thou think me poor, I am the man

With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd; Will give thee all the world.

Cup us, till the world go round; Pom. Hast thou drunk well?

Cup us, till the world go round! Men, No, Pompey, I have kept me from the

Ces. What would you more ?-Pompey, good сир. Thou art, it thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove:

night. Good brother, Whate'er the ocean pales,* or sky inclips,t

Let me request you off: our graver business Is thine, if thou wilt bave't.

Frowns at this levity.--Gentle lords, let's part; Pom. Show me which way.

You see, we have burnt our cheeks: strong Men. These three world-sharers, these com

Enobarbe petitors,

Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable; Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath And, when we are put off, fall to their throats :

almost All there is thine.

Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done,

Good night.-
And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villany; Good Antony, your hand.
In thee it had been good service. Thou must Pom. I'll try you o'the shore.

Ant. And shall, Sir: give's your hand.
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Pom. O, Antony,
Mine honour it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue You have my father's house,—But what? we
Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done un-

are friends: known,

Come, down into the boat. I should have found it afterwards well done; Eno. Take heed you fall not. But must condemn it now. Desist and drink. [Exeunt Pompey, CESAR, ANTONY, and Men. For this,

[ Aside.

I'll never follow thy pall’ds fortunes more.- Menas, I'll not on shore.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis Men. No, to my cabin.-
Shall never find it more.

[offer’d, These drums!-these trumpets, flutes! what! Pom. This health to Lepidus.

Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell Ant. Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang’d, Pompey.

sound out. Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.

(A Flourish of Trumpets, with Drums. Men. Enobarbus, welcome.

Eno, Ho, says 'a!- There's my cap. Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid.

Men. Ho!-noble captain ! Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. Come.

(Pointing to the Attendant who carries off

Men. Why?
Eno, He bears

SCENE I.--A plain in Syria.
The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Enter Ventidius, as after Conquest, with Sili-
Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would

Us, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers ; it were all,

the dead Body of Pacorus borne before him. That it might go on wheels! Eno. Drink ihou; increase the reels.

Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; Mon. Come.

and now Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.

Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the ves- Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's Here is to Cesar.

(sels,ll ho!

body Ces. I could well forbear it.

Before our army:-Thy Pacorus, Orodes, 9 * Encompasses. + Embraces. 1 Confederates.

Understand + Burden, chorus.

Red eyes Cloyed. U Kettle drums.

| Pacorus was the son of Orodes, king of Parthia.

Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

To Antony. But as for Cesar, Šil. Noble Ventidius,

Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is Agr. Both he loves. warm,

[Media, Eno. They are his shards, and he their beeThe fugitive Parthians follow; spur through

-tle. So,-

[Trumpets. Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither This is to horse.–Adieu, noble Agrippa. The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, aud

farewell. Put garlands on thy head. Ven. ( Silius, Silius,

Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. I have done enough: A lower place, note well, May make too great an act: For learn this, Ant. No farther, Sir. Silius;

Ces. You take from me a great part of my. Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire

self; Too high a fame, when him we serve's away. Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife Cesar, and Antony, have ever won

As my thoughts make thee, and as my furMore in their officer, than person: Sossius,

thest bandt One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, Shall pass on thy approof,—Most poble Antony, For quick accumulation of renown, (vour. Let not the piece of virtue, which is set Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his fa- Betwixt us, 'as the cement of our love, Who does i'the wars more than his captain To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter can,

The fortress of it: for better might we Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, This be not cherish’d. Than gain, which darkens him.

Ant. Make me not offended
I could do more to do Antonius good,

In your distrust.
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Čes. I have said.
my performance perish.

Ant. You shall not find,
Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius,

Though you be therein curious, the least cause That without which a soldier, and his sword, For what you seen to fear: So, the gods keep Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to

you, Antony?

And make the hearts of Romans serve your Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name,

We will here part.

(ends! That magical word of war, we have effected; Ces. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee How, with his banners, and his well-paid

well; The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia (ranks, The elements be kind to thee, and make We have jaded out o'the field.

Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Sil. Where is he now?

Oct. My noble brother! Ven. He purposeth to Athens: whither with Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's what baste


(cheerful. The weight we must convey with us will per-| And these the showers to bring it on.-Be We sball appear before him.-On, there; pass Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; along.



Ces. What,
SCENE II.-Rome.-An Antechamber in

CESAR's house.

Oct. I'll tell you in your ear.
Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart,
Agr. What, are the brothers parted ?
Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's
is gone;

down feather, The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps

That stands upon the swell at full of tide, To part from Rome: Cesar is sad; and Lepi. And neither way inclines. dus,

Eno. Will Cesar weep? (Aside to AGRIPPA. Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troub

Agr. He has a cloud in's face. With the green-sickness.


Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a Agr. 'Tis à noble Lepidus.

So is he, being a man.

(horse; Eno. A very fine one: 0, how he loves Ce. Agt. Why, Enobarbus?

When Antony found Julius Cesar dead, Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark He cried almost to roaring: and he wept, Antony!

When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. Eno. Cesar?' Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled Agr. What's Antony ? The god of Jupiter.

with a rheum; Eno. Spake you of Česar? How? the nonpa. What willingly he did confound, he waild: reil!

Believe it, till I weep too. Agr. () Antony! O thou Arabian bird !* Ces. No, sweel Octavia, Eno. Would you praise Cesar, say,–Cesar; You shall hear from me still; the time shall

Out-go my thinking on you. -go no farther.

[Dot Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with ex

Ant. Come, Sir, come; cellent praises.

I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Eno. But he loves Cesar best ;-Yet he loves Look,

here I have you ; thus I let you go, Antony:

And give you to the gods. Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,

Ces. Adieu; be happy! poets, cannot

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, To thy fair way! his love

Wings. + Bond. Octaria * The Phænix.

Scrupulous. # Of air and water. Destroy.

nor can


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