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Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.
Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up.
Eu. He says so.
Let her know it.-
That head, my lord ?
note Something particular : his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon As i' the command of Cæsar : I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons 1 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
1 The advantages of his good fortune.
3 Of a piece with.
Do draw the inward quality after them,
A messenger from Cæsar. Cle. What, no more cerem
emony?-See, my wo• men ! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneelid unto the buds. Admit him, sir. Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square.
[aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story.
Cæsar's will ?
None but friends; say boldly. Thy. So, naply, are they friends to Antony.
Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has, Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend : for us, you know,
Go on : right royal.
He is a god, and knows
To be sure of that, [aside. 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. Thy.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What's your name?
Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this :-in disputation 1
Your Cæsar's father oft,
Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS.
Favors, by Jove that thunders!
One, that but performs
You will be whipp'd.
and devils ! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried,
I Supposed to be an error for • deputation,' i.e. by proxy. ? Obeying for obeyed.
3 Grant me the favor.
Like boys unto a muss,1 kings would start forth, And cry, · Your will ?' Have you no ears ? I am
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Moon and stars !
taries That do acknowlege Cæsar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here, (what's her
Thy. Mark Antony,
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
[Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. You were half blasted ere I knew you :-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders ? 3
Good my lord,
? A term of contempt. 3 By one that waits at table,