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More womanly, than he: hardly gave audience, or Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
Vouchsafd to think, he had partners. You shall find so much as lank'd no:.
there

Lep. It is pity of him.
A man, who is the abstract of all faults

Caes. Let his shames quickly
That all men follow.

Drive him to Rome! 'tis time we twain
Lep. I must not think, there are

Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Evils enough to darken all his goodness :

Assemble we immediate council! Pompey
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Thrives in our idleness.
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary Lep. To-morrow, Caesar,
Rather, than purchas’d; what he cannot change, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Than what he chooses.

Both what by sea and land I can be able,
Caes. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not To 'front this present time.
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,

Cae. Till which encounter,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit

It is my business too. Farewell!
And keep the turu of tippling with a slave, Lep. Farewell, my lord! What you shall know mean
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet tinie
With knaves, that smell of sweat: say, this becomes Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
him,

To let me be partaker.
(As his composure must be rare indeed,

Caes. Doubt not, sir!
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony I knew it for my bond.

[E.reunt.
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd SCENE V. - Alexandria. A room in the palace.
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Enter CleopatRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and MARDIAN.
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,

Cleo. Charmian, -
Call on him for't: but, to confound such time,

Char. Madam!
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud, Cleo. Ha, ha!
As his own state, and ours, 'tis to be chid,

Give me to drink mandragora !
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,

Char. Why, madam ?
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of

time,
Enter a Messenger.

My Antony is away.
Lep. Here's more news.

Char. You think of him
Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every Too much.
hour,

Cleo. 0, treason!
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report,
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea,

Char. Madam, I trust, not so.

Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian!
And it appears, he is belov'd of those

Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ?
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports

Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing ; I take no pleasure
Give him much wrong'd.

In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee,

That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
Caes. I should have known no less :

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ?
It hath been taught us from the primal state,

Mar. Yes, gracious madam !
That he, which is, was wish’d, until he were;

Cleo. Indeed ?
And the ebb’d man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd, by being lack’d. This common body, But what in deed is honest to be done :

Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,

Yet have I fierce affections, and think,
Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,

What Venus did with Mars.
To rot itself with motion.

Cleo. O Charmian,
Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word,

Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,

sits he?
Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
They make in Italy; the borders maritime

Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou, whom thou Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:

mov'st?
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
Taken, as seen; for Pompey's name strikes niore,

And burgonet of men. - He's speaking now,
Than could his war resisted.
Caes. Antony,

Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?

For so he calls me. Now I feed myself
Leave thy lascivious wassals! When thou once

With most delicious poison.

- Think on me, Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st

That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel

And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,

When thou wast here above the ground, I was
Though daintily brought up, with patience more

A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Than savages could sufler: thou didst drink

Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle,

There would he anchor his aspect, and die
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did

With looking on his life.
deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

Enter ALEXAS.
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps,

Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony !
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
Which some did die to look on: and all this With his tinct gilded thee.
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,) How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

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Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen,
Men. Caesar and Lepidus

T lle kiss'd, - the last of many doubled kisses,

Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. This orient pearl;

M - his speech sticks in my heart. Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false. Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. Men. From Silvius, sir,

0. Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

M
Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome to
Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends

gether,
This treasure of an oyster : at whose foot, Looking for Antony: but all charms of love,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wau'd lip!

N
Iler opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
And soberly did mount a termagant steed,

Keep his brain fuming; Epicúrean cooks, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; Was beastly dumb’d by him.

That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honorr, Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry ?

Even till a Lethe'd dulness ! - How now, Varrius? Alex. Like to the time o'the year between the ex

Enter VARRIOS. tremes

Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver : Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry:

T Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Cleo. () well-divided disposition ! - Note him, Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note a space for further travel. him !

Pom. I could have given less matter Ile was not sad; for he would shine on those,

I A better ear. ~ Menas, I did not think, That make their looks by his : he was not merry; This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay For such a petty war: his soldiership In Egypt with his joy; but between both:

Is twice the other twain. But let us rear
O heavenly mingle! - Be'st thou sad, or merry, The higher our opinion, that our stirring
The violence of either thee becomes;

Can from the lap of Egypt's widow plack
So does it no man else. - Met'st thou my posts? The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:

Men. I cannot bope,
Why do you send so thick?

Caesar and Antony'shall well greet together: Cleo. Who's born that day,

His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar;
When I forget to send to Antony,

His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Shall die a beggar.— Ink and paper, Charmian !- Not mov'd by Antony!
Welcome, my good Alexas !-- Did I, Charmian, Pom. I know not, Menas,
Ever love Caesar so ?

How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Char, O that brave Caesar!

Were't not that we stand up against them all, Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! 'Twere pregnant, they should square between theme Say, the brave Antony.

selves;
Char. The valiant Caesar!

For they have entertained cause enough
Cleo. By Isis, I will give thec bloody teeth, To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
If thou with Caesar paragon again

May cement their divisions, and bind up
My man of men.

The peity difference, we yet not know.
Char. By your most gracious pardon,

Be it, as our gods will have it! It only stands
I sing but after you.

Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.
Cleo. My sallad days,

Come, Menas!
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
To say, as I said then ! — But, come, away! SCENE II. - Rome. A room in the house of Lepibts.
Get me ink and paper !-- ho shall have every day

Enter ExoBARBUS and Lepidus.
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. (Exeunt. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,

And shall become you well, to entreat your captain

To soft and gentle speech.
ACT

Eno. I shall entreat him
SCENE I. — Messina. A room in Pouper's house. To answer like himself. If Caesar move him,
Enter Pompey, Mesecrates, and Menas. Let Antony look over Caesar's head,

And speak as loud as Mars! By Jupiter,
Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist

Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
The deeds of justest men.

I would not shave to-day.
Mene. Koow, worthy Pompey,

Lep. 'Tis not a time
That what they do delay, they not deny.
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays Eno. Every time

For private stomaching.
The thing we sue for.

Serves for the matter, that is then born in it.
Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers

Eno. Not, if the small come first.
Deuy us for our good; so find we profit,

Lep. Your speech is passion:
By losing of our prayers.

But, pray you, stir no embers up! Here comes
Pom. I shall do well:

The noble Antony.
The people love me, and the sea is mine ;

Enter Antony and VentIDICS.
My power's a crescent, and my augưring hope Eno. And yonder, Caesar. –
Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony

Enter Caesar, Mecaenas, and AGRIPPA.
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make

Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia!
No wars without doors : Caesar gets money, where Hark you, Ventidius!
He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both,

Caes. I do not know,
of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
Nor either cares for him.

Lep. Noble friends,

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That which combin'd us, was most great, and let not of what I was i’the morning; but, next day,
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,

told him of myself; which was as much,
May it be gently heard! When we debate

As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Our trivial ditlerence loud, we do commit

Be nothing of our strife! if we contend,
Murder in healing wounds; then, noble partners, Out of our question wipe him!
The rather, for I earnestly beseech,)

Caes. You have broken
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, The article of your oath, which you shall never
Nor curstness grow to the matter!

Have tongue to charge me with.
Ant. 'Tis spoken well:

Lep. Soft, Caesar!
Were we before our armies, and to fight,

Ani. No, Lepidus, let him speak!
I should do this.

The honour's sacred, which he talks on now,
Caes. Welcome to Rome!

Supposing, that I la k'd it. But on, Caesar;
Ant. Thank you!

The article of my oath, –
Caes. Sit.

Caes. To lend me arms, and aid, when I requir'd
Ant. Sit, sir !

them;
Cries. Nay,

The which you both denied.
Then

Ant. Neglected, rather;
Ant. I learn, yon take things ill, which are not so; And then, when poison'd hoars had bound me up
Or, being, concern you not.

From mine own knowledge. As nearly, as I may,
Caes. I must be laugh'd at,

l'il play the penitent to you; but mine honesty If, or for nothing, or a little, I

Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Should say myself offended; and with you

Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
Chiefly i'the world: more laugh'd at, that I should To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name for which myself, the ignorant motive, do
It not concern'd me.

So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour
Ant. My being in Egypt, Caesar,

To stoop in such a case.
What was't to you?

Lep. 'Tis nobly spoken.
Caes. No more than my residing here at Rome Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no further
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there The griefs between ye: to forget them quite,
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt Were to remember, that the present need
Might be
my question.

Speaks to atone you.
Ant. Ilow intend you, practis'd ?

Lep. Worthily spoke, Mecaenas !
Caes. You may be pleas’d to catch at mine intent, Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother, instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
Made wars upon me; and their contestation Pompey, return it again : you shall have time to
Was theme for you, you were the word of war. wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.
Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more!

Eno. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.
Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;

Ant. You wrong this presence, thereforc speak 110
And have my learning from some true reports,

more!
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather Eno. Go to then ; yonr considerate stone.
Discredit my authority with yours,

Caes. I do not much dislike the matter, but
And make the wars alike against my stomach, The manner of his speech: for it cannot be,
Having alike your cause? of this, my letters We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
Before did satisfy yon. If you'll patch a quarrel, So dillering in their acts. Yet, if I knew
As matter whole you have not to make it with, What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge
It must not beiwith this.

O'the world I wonld pursue it.
Caes. You praise yourself

Agr. Give me leave, Caesar,
By laying defects of judgment to me; but

Caes. Speak, Agrippa!
You patch'd up your excuses.

Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Ant. Not so, not so ;

Admir'd Octavia: great Mark Astony
I know, you could not laok, I am certain on't, Is now a widower.
Very necessity of this thought, that I,

Caes. Say not so, Agrippa!
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fonght, If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars, Were well deserv'd of rashness.
Which 'fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, Ant. I am not married, Caesar; let me hear
I would, you had her spirit in such another: Agrippa further speak.
The third o’the world is yours; which with a sňaffle Agr. To hold yon in perpetual amity,
You may pace easy, but noi such a wife.

To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
Eno. 'Would, we had all such wives,, that the men with an unslipping knot, take Antony
might go to wars with the women!

Octavia to his wife! whose beauty claims
Ant. So much uncurable, her garboils, Caesar, No worse a husband, than the best of man;
Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted Whose virtue, and whose general graces, speak
Shrewduess of policy too,) I grieving grait, That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
Did

you too much disquiet: for that, you must All little jealousies, which now seem great,
But
say,
I could not lielp it.

And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Caes. wrote to you,

Would then be nothing: truths would be but tales, When rioting in Alexandria ; yoa

Where now half tales be truths: her love to both,
Did pocket up my letters, aud with taunts

Would, each to other, and all loves to both,
Did gibe my missive out of audience.

Draw after her. Pardon, what I have spoke!
Ant. Sir,

For 'tis a studied, not a present thonght,
He tell upon me, ere admitted; then

By dnty ruminated.
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want Ant. Will Caesar spcak?

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Caes. Not, till he hears, how Antony is touch'd As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,

T With what is spoke already.

It beggar'd all description: she did lie
Ant. What

power
is in Agrippa,

In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,)
If I would say, Agrippa, be it so,

O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see To make this good?

M The fancy out-work nature: on each side her,

Di Caes. The power of Caesar, and

Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
His power unto Octavia.
With diverse-colourd fans, whose wind did seem

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To glow the delicate cheeks, which they did cool, To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, And what they undid, did.

T Dream of impediment!--Let me have thy hand! Agr. O, rare for Antony! Further this act of grace, and, from this hour,

TE Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, The heart of brothers govern in our loves,

N So many mermaids, tended her i'the eyes, And sway our great designs! And made their bends adornings: at the helm

BE Caes. There is my hand !

A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother

Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, Did ever love so dearly. Let her live

That yarely frame the office. From the barge
To join our kingdoms, and our hearts,

A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Fly off our loves again!
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast

T Lep. Happily, amen!

Her people out upon her; and Antony, Ant. I did not think to drawmy sword’gainst Pom-Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, pey ;

Whistling the air, which, but for vacancy, For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,

[ Of late upon me. I must thank him only,

And made a gap in nature. Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;

Agr. Rare Egyptian! At heel of that, defy him.

Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, Lep. Time calls upon us :

Invited her to supper: she replied, Ofus must Pompey presently be sought,

It should be better, he became her guest; Or else he seeks out us.

Which she entreated. Our courteous Antony, Ant. And where lies he?

Whom ne'er the word of No woman heard speak, Caes. About the Mount Misenum.

Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast; Ant. What's his strength

And, for his ordinary, pays his heart, By land?

For what his eyes eat only. Caes. Great, and increasing: but by sea

Agr. Royal wench! He is an absolute master.

She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed;
Ant. So is the fame.

He plough'd her, and she cropp’d.
'Would, we had spoke together. Haste we for it: Eno. I saw her once
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we Hop forty paces through the public street:
The business, we have talk'd of!

And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, Caes. With most gladness;

That she did make defect, perfection, And do invite you to my sister's view,

And, breathless, power breathe forth. Whither straight I will lead you.

Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Ant. Let us, Lepidus,

Eno. Never; he will not; Not lack your company!

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Lep. Noble Antony,

Her infinite variety. Other women
Not sickness should detain me.
Flourish. Exeunt Caesar, Antony, and Lepidus. Where most she satisies. For vilest things

Cloy th' appetites, they feed; but she makes hungry

, Mec. Welcome from Egypt, sir!

Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Eno. Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! Bless her, when she is riggish. - my honourable friend, Agrippa!.

Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
Agr. Good Enobarbus!

The heart of Antony, Octavia is
Mec. We have cause to be glad, that matters are A blessed lottery to him.
so well digested. You stay'd well by it in Egypt.
Eno. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, Good Enobarbas, make yourself my guest,

Agr. Let us go! and made the night light with drinking.

Whilst

you

abide here! Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; is this true?

Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you! Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worth-SCENE III. — The same. & room in Caesar's holl. ily deserved noting.

Enter Caesar, Antoar, Octavia between thema;
Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be Attendants, and a Soothsayer.
Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed

Ant. The world, and my great office, will some

times up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

Divide me from your bosom.
Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter Octa. All which time,
devised well for her.

Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
Eno. I will tell you:
The barge, she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,

Ant. Good night, sir! - My Octavia,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;

Read not my blemishes in the world's report!
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that

I have not kept my square; but that to come The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were shall all

be done by the rule. Good night, dear lads. silver;

Octa. Good night, sir !
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made Caes. Good night! [Exeunt Caesar and Octane
The water, which they beat, to follow faster, Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt

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Thither!

Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
Ant. If you can, your reason?

I'll think them every one an Antony,
Sooth. I sec't in

And say, Ah, ha! you're caught!
My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet Char. 'Twas merry, when
Hie you again to Egypt.

You wager'd on your angling ; when your direr
Ant. Say to me,

Did hang a salt-lish on his hook, which he
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's, or mine? With fervency drew up.
Sooth. Caesar's.

Cleo. That time!- 0 times!
Therefore, 0 Antony, stay not by his side:

I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
Thy daemon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is

I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn, Noble, courageous, high, uumatchable,

Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel

Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd; therefore

I wore his sword Philippan. 0! from Italy; –
Make space ene" between you.

Enter a Messenger.
Antr Speak this no more!
Sooth. To none butt'ce; no more, but when to thee. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
If thou dost play with him at any game,

That long time have been barren.
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural lack, Mess. Madam, madam,-
lle beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens, Cleo. Antony's dead ? -
When he shices by: I say again, thy spirit If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress :
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;

But well and free,
But, he away, 'tis noble.

If thou so yield him, there is gold, and hero
Ant. Get thee gone!

My bluest veins to kiss; a hand, that kings
Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him :- Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.

(Exit Soothsayer. Mess. First, madam, he's well!
He shall to Parthia. — Be it art, or hap,

Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark !
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him;

We use
And, in our sports, my better cunning faints

the dead are well: bring it to that,
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speels : The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour
His cocks do win the battle still of mine.

Down thy ill-uttering throat.
When it is all to nought; and his qnail ever Mess. Good madam, hear me!
Beat mine, in hoop’d, at odds. I will » Egypt : Cleo. Well, go to, I will!
And though I make this marriage for my peace, But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
Enter VENTIDIUS.

Be free, and healthful, — why so tart a favour
J'the east my pleasure lies. - O, come, Tentidius, To trumpet such good tidings? If not well,
You must to Parthia ; your commission's really! Thou should'st comelike a fury crown'd with snakes,
Follow me, and receive it!

[Exeunt. Not like a formal man.
SCENE IV. – The same. d street.

Mess. Willt please you hear me?

Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thon speak’st:
Enter LEPIDUS, MECAENAS, and Agrippa.
Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pra, you, or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,

Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well,
hasten

I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Your generals after!

Rich pearls upon thee.
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony

Mess. Madam, he's well.
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

Cleo. Well said.
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,

Mess. And friend with Caesar.
Which will become you both, farewell!

Cleo. Thour't an honest man.
Mec. We shall,

Mess. Caesar and he are greater friends, than ever.
As I conceive the journey, be at mount

Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me.
Before you, Lepidus!

Mess. But yet, madam,
Lep. Your way is shorter,

Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay
My purposes do draw me much about;

The good precedence; fye npon but yet:
You'll win two days upon me.

But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth
Mec. et Agr. Sir, good success!
Lep. Farewell!

Some monstrous malefactor. Pr’ythee, friend,
[Exeunt.

Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
SCENE V. - Alexandria. A room in the palace. The good and bad together. He's friends with Caesar;
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Alexas. In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say’st, free.
Cleo. Give me some music! music, moody food Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
Of us that trade in love.

He's bound upto Octavia.
Attend. The music, ho!

Cleo. For what good turn?
Enter MARDIAX.

Mess. For the best turn i'the bed.
Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards !

Cleo. I am pale, Charmian!
Come, Charmian!

Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd,

(Strikes him down.
As with a woman. - Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mess. Good madam, patience!
Mar. As well, as I can, madam!

Cleo. What say you ?---Hence! [Strikes him again.
Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
come too short,

Like balls before me: I'll unhair thy head;
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-

[She hales him up and down. Give me mine angle, — we'll the river: there, Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brive, My music playing far off, I will betray

Smarting in ling'ring pickle.

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