Which has no need of you: begone.
My treasure's in the harbour; take it.-0,
I followed that I blushed to look upon!
My very hairs do mutiny: for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting.-Friends, begone: you shall
Have letters from me to some friends that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway:
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.

Leave me, I pray, a little: 'pray you now.Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command; Therefore I pray you.-I'll see you by-and-by. [Sits down.

Enter EROS and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN and IRAS.

Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-comfort him.
Iras. Do, most dear queen.
Char. Do! Why, what else?
Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno!
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, sir?

Ant. O fie, fie, fie!

Char. Madam,—

Iras. Madam; O good empress!

Eros. Sir, sir,—

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes:—he at Philippi kept
His sword even like a dancer, while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 't was I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave squares of war: yetnow-no matter.
Cleo. Ah, stand by.

Eros. The queen, my lord; the queen.
Iras. Go to him, madam; speak to him:

He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then, sustain me.-O!

Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches :

Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but

Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation:

A most unnoble swerving!

Eros. Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See

How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind 'Stroyed in dishonour.

I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
From Egypt drive her all disgraced friend,
Or take his life there: this if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!

Cas. Bring him through the bands.

[Exit EUPHRONIUS. To try thy eloquence now 't is time: [To THYREUS. despatch:

From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, And in our name, what she requires: add more (From thine invention) offers. Women are

SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and
IRAS.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Eno. Think, and die.

Cleo. Is Antony or we in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other, why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nicked his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The meréd question: "T was a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo.

Pr'y thee, peace.

Something particular. His coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon

Asi' the command of Cæsar. I dare him, therefore, To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me (declined), sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show Against a sworder!-I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdued His judgment too.

I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking; for
Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARBUS.
Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar

What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon but it would warm his spirits
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.

Cleo.

What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo.
Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cæsar this:-In deputation

I kiss his conquering hand: tell him I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Since she was Cleopatra?)—Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. Thyr. Marc Antony,—

Ant. Tug him away: being whipped, Bring him again.-This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.—

[Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say "God quit you!" be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly were like

A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.—Is he whipped?

Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS.

1st Atten. Soundly, my lord. Ant.

Cried he, and begged he pardon?

1st Atten. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him: henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee: Shake thou to look on 't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say He makes me angry with him: for he seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry: And at this time most easy 't is to do it; When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranchised bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou. Hence, with thy stripes; begone! [Exit THYREUS. Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant. We'll yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so; we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force

The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen:

There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious

Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge: and I see still
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

[Exit.