Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS. Ant. Is this his answer? Eu. Ay, my lord. Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. Eu. He says so. Ant. Let her know it. To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim Cle. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again: tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which, the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore And answer me declined, sword against sword, [Exeunt Antony and Euphronius. 1 The advantages of his good fortune. * i. e. in age and power. SHAK. XII. 3 Of a piece with. G Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Att. Enter ATTENDANT. A messenger from Cæsar. Cle. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my wo men! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square.1 The loyalty, well held to fools, does make [aside. 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, Thy. So. Thus then, thou most renown'd: Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Farther than he is Cæsar's. As Cle. Go on right royal. Thy. He knows, that you embrace not Antony did love, but as you fear'd him. you Cle. O! Thy. The scars upon your honor, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. Cle. He is a god, and knows What is most right. Mine honor was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. Eno. To be sure of that, I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky, Thy dearest quit thee. Thy. [aside. [Exit Enobarbus. Shall I say to Cæsar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desired to give. It much would please him, To lean upon but it would warm his spirits, And put yourself under his shroud, The universal landlord. Cle. What's your name? Most kind messenger, Thy. My name is Thyreus. 1 Say to great Cæsar this :-in disputation 1 I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt Thy. 'Tis your noblest course. If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace3 to lay My duty on your hand. Cle. Your Cæsar's father oft, When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in, The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there;-ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried, 'Ho!' 1 Supposed to be an error for deputation,' i. e. by proxy. 2 Obeying for obeyed. 3 Grant me the favor. Like boys unto a muss,1 kings would start forth, Your will?' Have you no ears? I am And cry, Enter ATTENDANTS. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Eno. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tribu taries That do acknowlege Cæsar, should I find them name, Since she was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows, Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again.—This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. :-Ha! You were half blasted ere I knew you:- Cle. Good my lord, 1 Scramble. 2 A term of contempt. By one that waits at table. |