Ant. You have been a boggler ever: But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't!) the wise gods seel1 our eyes; Cle. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher. nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cle. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare 2 about him.-Is he whipp'd? Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he, and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favor. 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 whipp'd for following him: henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee; Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Cæsar; Ant. 1 Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cle. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes 1 Requite. With one that ties his points? 1 Cle. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, 2 Dissolve my life; the next Cæsarion 3 smite : Ant. I am satisfied. I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet,5 threatening most sea like. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more Cle. That's my brave lord! 1 With a menial attendant. 3 Her son by Julius Cæsar. 2 Dissolves. By the melting of this storm consisting of bullets. • Float. Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell. Cle. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We'll yet do well. Cle. 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. queen; Come on, my There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight, Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. furious, 1 To be Is to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason, 1 Ostrich It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Casar's camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and others. Ca. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Cæsar to Antony: let the old ruffian know, I have many other ways to die; meantime, Laugh at his challenge. Mec. Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he 's hunted Let our best heads Ca. Take advantage. |