Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:

[she hales him up and down.

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in

brine,

Smarting in lingering pickle.

Gracious madam,

Mes.
I, that do bring the news, made not the match.

Cle. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage;
And I will boot1 thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.

Mes.

Cle. Rogue, thou hast lived too long.

Mes.

He's married, madam.

[draws a dagger. Nay, then I'll run.

[Exit.

What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your

self:

The man is innocent.

Cle. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again; Though I am mad, I will not bite him.-Call. Char. He is afeard to come.

Cle.

I will not hurt him.

These hands do lack nobility, that they strike

Recompense.

A meaner than myself; since I myself

Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir.

Re-enter MESSENGER.

Though it be honest, it is never good

To bring bad news.

Give to a gracious message

A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell

Themselves, when they be felt.

Mes. I have done my duty.

Cle. Is he married?

I cannot hate thee worser than I do,

If thou again say, Yes.

Mes.

He is married, madam.

Cle. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold

there still?

Mes. Should I lie, madam?

Cle.

O, I would, thou didst;

So half my Egypt were submerged, and made
A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me

Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
Mes. I crave your highness' pardon.

Cle.

He is married? Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend

you:

To punish me for what you make me do,

Seems much unequal. He is married to Octavia.

Cle. O, that his fault should make a knave of

thee,

That art not what thou'rt sure of!-Get thee

hence:

The merchandise, which thou hast brought from

Rome,

Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,

And be undone by 'em!

Char.

[Exit Messenger.

Good your highness, patience.

Cle. In praising Antony, I have dispraised Cæsar.

Char. Many times, madam.

Cle.

Lead me from hence.

I am paid for 't now.

I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter :-
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination; let him not leave out
The color of her hair :-bring me word quickly.
[Exit Alexas.

Let him for ever go :-let him not-Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way he's a Mars.-Bid you Alexas

[to Mardian. Bring me word how tall she is.-Pity me, Char

mian,

But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Near Misenum.

Enter POMPEY and MENAS, at one side, with drum and trumpet; at another, CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECENAS, with Soldiers marching.

Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine;

And we shall talk before we fight.

Ca.

Most meet,

That first we come to words; and therefore have

we

Our written purposes before us sent;

Which if thou hast consider'd, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword;
And carry back to Sicily much tall1 youth,
That else must perish here.

Pom.
Το you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods,-I do not know,
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son and friends; since Julius Cæsar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you laboring for him. What was it,
That moved pale Cassius to conspire? and what
Made the all-honor'd, honest, Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it,
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.

Ca.

Take your time.

Ant. Thou canst not fear 2 us, Pompey, with thy

We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'ercount thee.

At land, indeed,

Pom.
Thou dost o'ercount me of my father's house:
But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
Remain in 't as thou mayst.

Lep.

Be pleased to tell us,

(For this is from the present 1) how you take

The offers we have sent you.

Cœ.

There's the point.

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embraced.

Ca.

To try a larger fortune.

Pom.

And what may follow,

You have made me offer

Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must

Rid all the sea of pirates; then to send

Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon,

To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back

Our targes undinted.2

Ca. Ant. Lep.

Pom.

That's our offer.

Know then,

I came before you here, a man prepared
To take this offer; but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience. Though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Cæsar and your brothers were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily, and did find

1 Foreign from the point.

2 Unbattered.