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O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse, for wott'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
When thou wast here above the ground I was 30
There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life.
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed. Who neigh'd so high that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
What was he sad or merry? so
Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition! Note him. Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man, but note him ;
He was not sad, for he would shine on those That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, Ever love Cæsar so?
Char. O! that brave Cæsar. Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony.
Char. The valiant Cæsar ! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, 9 If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men.
By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
My salad days,
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope | Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
'Tis not a time
No wars without doors; Cæsar gets money where
For private stomaching.
He loses hearts; Lepidus flatters both,
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip!
How now, Varrius!
For such a petty war; his soldiership
Eno. Not if the small come first.
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS.
A leaner action rend us.
May it be gently heard; when we debate
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Caes. Welcome to Rome.
Ant. Thank you.
'Tis spoken well. Were we before our armies, and to fight, I should do thus.
Ant. Sit, sir.
Cæs. Nay, then.
Ant. I learn, you take things ill which are not so, Or being, concern you not.
I must be laugh'd at
Once name you derogately, when to sound your
It not concern'd me.
Caes. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt; yet, if you there Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt Might be my question.
How intend you, practis'd? Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent
By what did here befall me. Your wife and
Made wars upon me, and their contestation
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
You praise yourself By laying defects of judgment to me, but
You patch'd up your excuses.
Ant. Not so, not so; 60 I know you could not lack, I am certain on 't, Very necessity of this thought, that I, Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, I would you had her spirit in such another: The third o' the world is yours, which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, Admir'd Octavia; great Mark Antony
Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the Is now a widower. men might go to wars with the women!
Ant. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Cæsar,
I wrote to you
He fell upon me ere admitted: then
Lepidus, let him speak:
The honour's sacred which he talks on now, Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Cæsar; The article of my oath.
Cæs. To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them,
The which you both denied.
'Tis noble spoken.
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite Were to remember that the present need Speaks to atone you.
Lep. Worthily spoken, 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.
Say not so, Agrippa; If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof Were well deserv'd of rashness.
Ant. I am not married, Cæsar; let me hear Agrippa further speak.
Would then be nothing; truths would be tales
Ant. What power is in Agrippa, If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,' To make this good? Cas.
The power of Cæsar, and
Time calls upon 's:
Eno. When she first met Mark Antony sne pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. Agr. There she appeared indeed, or my reporter devised well for her.
O! rare for Antony. 213
That rarely frame the office. From the barge
Enthron'd i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
I saw her once
That she did make defect perfection,
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Eno. I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and
The water which they beat to follow faster,
It beggar'd all description; she did lie
Humbly, sir, I thank you. Exeunt.
SCENE III.The Same. A Room in CÆSAR'S
Ant. The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you.
Good night, sir. My Octavia,
Exeunt CESAR and OCTAVIA.
Ant. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in
If you can, your reason?
Sav to me,
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me,
If thou dost play with him at any game
When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit
Get thee gone : Say to Ventidius I would speak with him. Exit Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap He hath spoken true; the very dice obey him, And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance; if we draw lots he speeds, His cocks do win the battle still of mine When it is all to nought, and his quails ever Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt; And though I make this marriage for my peace, I' the east my pleasure lies.
Mar. As well as I can, madai.
Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though 't come too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now.
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
'Twas merry wher You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
Cleo. Antony's dead! If thou say so, villain, Thou kill'st thy mistress; but well and free. If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. Mess. First, madam, he is well. Cleo.
Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark, we use
To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
Well, go to, I will; But there's no goodness in thy face; if Antony Be free and healthful, so tart a favour
To trumpet such good tidings! if not well, Thou should'st come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
Not like a formal man.
Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
Yet, if thou say Antony lives, is well,
Madam, he's well.
Mess. And friends with Cæsar.