It is my business too. Farewell. 80 Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, 'Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Charmian! Char. Madam? Cleo. Ha, ha! Char. Give me to drink mandragora. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time Char. My Antony is away. Cleo. O, 'tis treason! Char. You think of him too much. Madam, I trust, not so. What's your highness' pleasure? ΙΟ Cleo. Thou, eunuch Mardian! Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure Cleo. Indeed! Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done: Yet have I fierce affections, and think Cleo. What Venus did with Mars. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? 20 O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! movest? The demi-Atlas of this And burgonet of men. earth, the arm He's speaking now, Or murmuring, 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' 30 And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, Alex. Enter Alexas. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd-the last of many doubled kisses- Alex. 'Good friend,' quoth he, 40 Cleo. 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke What, was he sad or merry? 50 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 He was not sad, for he would shine on those So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Char. Who's born that day Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. O that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis! Char. Say, the brave Antony. 60 The valiant Cæsar! 70 Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, When I was green in judgement: cold in blood, He shall have every day a several greeting, ACT SECOND. Scene I. Messina. Pompey's house. [Exeunt. Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays Mene. Pom. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers By losing of our prayers. I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine; My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope 10 Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make Men. No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money where Of both is flatter'd, but he neither loves, Cæsar and Lepidus Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry. Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false. Men. From Silvius, sir. Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, 20 Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour Enter Varrius. How now, Varrius! Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver: Pom. 30 I could have given less matter This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm Is twice the other twain: but let us rear |