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Cleo. O, treason !
Char. Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou ennuch! Mardian !
Mar. What's your highness' pleasure ?

Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught a eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminard, * thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ?

Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.
Cleo. Indeed ?

Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can do nothing
But what in deed is honest to be done :
Yet have I fierce affections, and think,
What Venus did with Mars.

Cleo. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse ?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony !
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st ?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet 7 of men.--He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me; Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison :-Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted I Cæsar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect, and die
With his looking on his life.

Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail !

Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony?
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine & bath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,.
He kiss'd,--the ļast of many doubled kisses,
This orient pearl ;-His speech sticks in my heart.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster ; at whose foot To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, And soberly did mount a termagant steed, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. * Unmanned.

+ A helmet. # In allusion to his baldness. ý Physician.

Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry ?
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
In Egypt with his joy: but between both;
O heavenly mingle - Be'st thou sad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;
So does it no man else.—Met'st thou my posts ?

Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick ?

Cleo. 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 choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Cæsar !

Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cæsar paragon again
My man of men.

Char. By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

Cleo. My sallad days;
When I was green in judgment:-Cold in blood,
To say, as I said then !--But, come, away:
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.


SCENE I.-Messina.-A Room in POMPEY's house.

Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.

Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
The thing we sue for.

Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers,
Deny us for our good ; so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.

Pom. I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;

My power 's a crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors : Cæsar gets money, where
He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both,.
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Men. 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 charms of love
Salt Clopatra, soften thy waned * lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both !
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till 7 a Lethe'd dullness.-How now, Varrius ?

Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis
A space for further travel.

Pom. I could have given less matter
A better ear.-Menas, I did not think,
This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm
For such a petty war: his soldiership
Is twice the other twain: But let us rear
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow I pluck
The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.

Men. I cannot hope,
Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cæsar;.
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Not moved by Antony.

Pom. I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
"Twere pregnant they should square & between themselves;
For they have entertain'd cause enough
To draw their swords : but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions, and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be it as our gods will have it! It only stands
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.
Corne, Menas.

[Exeunt. * Faded. + To.

Cleopatra was the widow of Ptolemy. $ Settle matters.

SCENE II.-Rome. A Room in the house of LEPIDUS.

Lep: Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.

Eno. I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,
Let Antony look over Cæsar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave to-day.

Lep. 'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.

Eno. Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in it.

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Eno. Not if the small come first.

Lep. Your speech is passion :
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.

Eno. And yonder Cæsar.

Ant. If we compose * well here, to Parthia :
Hark you, Ventidius.

Cæs. I do not know,
Mecænas; ask Agrippa.

Lep. Noble friends,
That which combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: Then, noble partners,
(The rather, for I earnestly beseech),
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness + grow to the matter.

Ant. 'Tis spoken well :
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
I should do thus.

Cæs. Welcome to Rome.
Ant. Thank you.
Cæs. Sit.
Ant. Sit, Sir !

Ces. Nay,

Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not so ;
Or, being, concern you not.

Cæs. I must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing, or a little, I
Should say myself offended; and with you
* Asrce.

+ X: humour.

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Chiefly i' the world: more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Egypt, Cæsar,
What was 't to you?

Cæs. 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. +

Ant. How intend you, practised ?

Cæs. You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother,
Made wars upon me; and their contestation
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.

Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother never
Did urge me in this act: I did inquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports, I
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.

Cæs. You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your excuses.

Ant. Not so, not so;
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 grateful 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.

Eno. 'Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!

Ant. So much incurable, her garboils, || Cæsar,
Made out of her impatience (which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too), I grieving grant,
Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must
But say, I could not help it.

Ces. I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria, you
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missives out of audience.

Ant. Sir,
He fell upon me, ere admitted; then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i’ the morning; but, next day,
* Use evil arts.

+ Subject.

Informants, Opposed.

| Commotions.

4 Messenger.

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