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To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come! I knew this husband, which, you say, must change
Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their his horns with garlands!
trains: Eunuchs far.nirig her.

Alex. Soothsayer!
Take but good note, and you shall see in him Sooth. Your will ?
The triple pillar of the world transform'd

Char. Is this the man? — Is’t you, sir, that know Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see!

things? Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much! Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy Ant. There's beggary in the love, that can be A little I can read. reckou'd.

Alex. Show him your hand! Cleo. I'll set a bourn, how far to be belov'd.

Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,
new earth.

Cleopatra's health to drink.
Enter an Attendant.

Char. Good sir, give me good fortune !
Att. News, my good lord, from Pome!

Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Ant. Grates me:-- the sum

Char. Pray then, foresee me one!
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony!

Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer, than you are.
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows, Char. He means, in flesh.
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent

Iras. No, you shall paint, when you are old.
Ilis powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this: Char. Wrinkles forbid !
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive!
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Char. Hash!
Ant. How, my love!

Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov'd.
Cleo. Perchance, — nay, and most like,

Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
You must not stay here longer, your dismission Alex. Nay, hear him!
Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony!- Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's, I would say? be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow
- Both?

them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom
Call in the messengers ! - As I am Egypt's queen, Herold of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry
Thou blushest, Antony ; and that blood of thine me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, my mistress.
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.

The mes

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady, whom yon serre. sengers!

Char. O excellent! I love long life better, than figs

. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former of the rang’d empire fall! Here is my space;

fortune, Kingdoms are clay: our dungy carth alike Than that which is to approach. Feeds beast, as man: the nobleness of life

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, ( Embracing. names. Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must And such a twain can do't, in which, I biud,

I have?
On pain of punishment, the world to weet, Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
We stand up peerless.

And fertile every wish, a million.
Cleo. Excellent falsehood!

Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? - Alex. You think, none but your sheets are priry I'll seem the fool, I am not; Antony.

to your wishes. Will be himself.

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers!
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. –

Alex. We'll know all our fortunes,
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft ljours, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes , to-night,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh; shall be-drunk to bed.
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night? else.

Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Cleo. Hear the ambassadors !

Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilas presageth
Ant. Fye, wrangling queen!

Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Iras, Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
To weep: whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair, and admir'd!

Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful pro

goostication, I cannot scra!ch mine ear. — Pr’ythee, No messenger; but thine and all alone,

tell her but a worky-day fortune! To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. The qualities of people. Come, my queen;

Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars

! Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us! Sooth. I have said.

[Exeunt Ant. and Cleo with their train. Dem, Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?

Irus. Am I not an inch of fortune better, than she? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune

better, than I, where would you choose it?
He comes too short of that great property,
Which still should go with Antony.

Iras. Not in my husbaud's nose.
Dem. I'm full sorry,

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,
That he approves the common liar, who

-come, his fortune, bis fortune! - 0, let him marry I

a womam, that caunot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee!

And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let SCENE II. - The same. Another room.

him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold!

Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou denyme a Enter CHARMAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech ther! Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handChur. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing! Iras. Amen! Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the

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behold a foul knave nncuckolded; therefore, dear The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ;
Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
Char. Amen!

I must from this enchanting queen break off;
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make Ten thousand harms, more than the ills, I know,
me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, My idleness doth hatch. - How now! Enobarbus!
but they'd do't.

Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony.

Eno. What's your pleasure, sir ?
Char, Not he, the queen.

Ant. I must with haste from hence.

Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer Eno. No, lady.

our departure, death's the word.
Cleo. Was he pot here?

Ant. I must be gone.
Char. No, madain.

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die!
Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth; but on the sudden It were pity to cast then away for nothing; though,
A Roman thought had struck him. — Enobarbus,- between them and a great cause, they should be es-
Eno. Madam.

teemed nothing. Cleopatra,catching but the least uoise Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither! Where's of this, dies instautly; I have seen her die twenty Alexas ?

times upon far poorer moment; I do think, there Alex. Here, madam, at your service! - My lord is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon approaches.

her, she hath such celerity in dying. Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Cleo. We will not look upon him! Go with us! Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing

(Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexus, Iras, but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her

Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. winds and waters, sighs anıl tears; they are greater Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. storms and tempests, than almanacs can report: this Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a show

er of rain as wellas Jove.
But soon that war had end, and the time's state Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful

piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,

would have discredited your travel.
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Well,

Eno. Sir?
What worst?

Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Eno. Fulvia?
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Ant. Dead.
Things, that are past, are done, with me.-'Tis thus; Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice!
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
I hear him, as he flatter'd.

man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Mess. Labienus

earth; comforting therein, that, when old robes are (This is still news) hath, with his Parthian force, worn out, there are members to make new. If there Extended Asia from Euphrates;

were no more women, but Fulvia, then had you inHis conquering banner shook, from Syria

deed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is To Lydia, and to lonia;

crowned with consolation;your old smock brings forth Whilst

a new petticoat:-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, Ant. Antony, thou would'st say, –

that should water this sorrow. Mess. ”, my lord !

Ant. The business, she hath broached in the state, Ant. Speak' to me home, mince not the general Cannot endure my absence. tongue;

Eno. And the business, you have broached here, can-
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :

not be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's,
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults which wholly depends on your abode.
With such full licence, as both truth and malice Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have power to utter! 0, then we bring forth weeds, Have notice, what we purpose! I shall break
When our quick winds lie still; and onr ills told us, The cause of our expedience to the queeu,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a-while!

And get her love to part. For not alone
Mess. At your noble pleasure.

(Exit. The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there! Do strongly speak to us ; but the letters too
1 Att. The man from Sicyon.- Is there such an ope? Of many our coutriving friends in Rome
2 Att. He stays upon your will.

Petition is at home : Sextus Pompeius
Ant. Let him appear!

Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, The empire of the sea : our slippery people
Enter another Messenger.

(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Or lose myself in dotage.- What are you? Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
2 Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead.

Pompey the Great, and all his dignities,
Ant. Where died she?

Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, 2 Mess. In Sicyon:

Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious for the main soldier; whose quality, going on,
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. The sides o'the world may danger. Much is breeding,
Ant. Forbear me!-

[Exit Messenger. Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: And not a serpent's poison. Say our pleasure,
What our contempts do often hurl from us, To such, whose place is under us, requires
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, Our quick remove from hence.
By revolution lowering, does become

Eno. I shall do't.

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By any desperate change. My more particular, Enter CleoPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and Alexas. And that which most with you should safe my going, Cleo. Where is he?

Is Fulvia's death. Char. I did not see him since.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freeCleo. See, where he is, who's with him, what he dom, does:

It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die? I did not send


find him sad,

Ant. She's dead, my queen.
Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report,

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return! The garboils, she awak'd; at the last, best;

(Exit Alexas. See, when, and where she died. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, Cleo. O most false love! You do not hold the method to enforce

Where be the sacred vials, thou should'st fill The like from him.

With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in no- Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know thing.

The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. As you shall give the advise. Now, by the fire,
Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
In time we hate that which we often fear.

Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,

As thou affect'st.
But here comes Antony.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come!--
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.

But let it be!-- I am quickly ill, and well:
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.- So Antony loves.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature

And give true evidence to his love, which stands
Will not sustain it.

An honourable trial! Ant. Now, my dearest queen,

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me!

I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. What's the matter? .

Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good Belong to Egypt! Good now, play one scene

Of excellent dissembling, and let it look
What says the married woman? – You may go; Like perfect honour !
'Would she had never given you leave to come! Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more!
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,

Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Ant. Now, by my sword,
Ant. The gods best know,—

Cleo. And target,

Still he mends;
Cleo. 0, never was there queen

But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first,

How this Herculean Roman does become
I saw the treasons planted.

The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. Cleopatra,

Ant. I'll leave you, lady!
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Cleo. Courteous lord, one word !

Sir, you and I must part, – but that's not it:
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Sir, you and I have lov’d, - but there's not it;
Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, That you know well. Something it is I would, -
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, 0, my oblivion is a very Antony,
Which break themselves in swearing!

And I am all forgotten.
Ant. Most sweet queen,

Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
But bid farewell, and go! when you sued staying, For idleness itself.
Then was the time for words. No going then ;- Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

To bear such idleness so near the heart,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,
But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Eye well to you! your honour calls

Art turn’d the greatest liar.

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
Ant. How now, lady!

And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thon should'st Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success

Be strew'd before your feet!
There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant. Hear me, queen!

Ant. Let us go! Come!

Our separation so abides, and flies,
The strong necessity of time commands

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Our services a-while; but my full heart

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Away !
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;

SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in CAESAD'S
Equality of two domestic powers

Breeds scrupulous faction. The hated, grown to Enter Octavius CAESAR, Lepidus, and Attendants.

Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey, It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate

Caes. You may see, Lepidus, and heoceforth know,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such, as have not thriv'd

One great competitor. From Alexandria
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;

This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge

The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike,
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy

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

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

With knaves, that smell of sweat: say, this becomes of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,

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.

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

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

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.

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 :
It hath been taught us from the primal state,

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ?

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, Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
Comes dear’d, by being lack'd. This common body, But what in deed is honest to be done :
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,
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:

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.

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

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,
Hirtins 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
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle,

Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
Which beasts would cough at': thy palate then did There would he anchor his aspect, and die

With looking on his life.
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 thuo Mark Antony !
It is reported, thon 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
He kiss'd, -- the last of many doubled kisses,

Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.
This orient pearl; – his speech sticks in my heart. Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

Men. From Silvius, sir.
Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

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

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 wan’d lip!
ller 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; Epicurean 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 hononr, Cleo. What, was le sad, or merry


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

Enter Varrits.

Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Mark Antony is every hour in Rome

Cleo. O 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
He was not sad; for he would shine on those, 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 hope,
Why do you send so thick?

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

Ais 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 themSay, 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 agaio

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 theu ! - Bat, come, away!

SCENE II. Rome. A room in the house of LEPIDES Get me ink and paper !- ho shall have every day

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

And shall become you well, to entreat your captain

To soft and gentle speech.
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Eno. I shall entreat him
SCENE I. — Messina. A room in Pouper's house. To answer like himself. If Caesar more him,
Enter Pompey, MesecraTES, and Menas. Let Antony louk 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. Know, worthy Pompey,

Lep. 'Tis not a time
That what they do delay, they not deny.

For private stomaching.
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays Eno. Every time
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, Mecaexas, 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 kuow,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,

Mecaepas; ask Agrippa.
Nor either cares for him.

Lep. Noble friends,



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