Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods Command me. Cleo. Oh, my pardon ! Ant. Now I must To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge And palter in the fhift of lowness, who With half the bulk o' th' world play'd as I pleas'd, Cleo. Oh! pardon, pardon! Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyrëus, with others. Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him? Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmaster, An argument that he is pluckt, when hither Not many moons gone by. Enter Ambaffador from Antony. Caf. Approach and speak. Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To the grand fea. Caf. Be't fo, declare thine office. Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth Submits Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen Of audience nor defire shall fail, fo fhe From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend, Caf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambajador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time, difpatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promise, [To Thyrëus. And in our name; when the requires, add more As thine invention offers. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure Thyr. Cæfar, I go. Cal. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'ft his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall. SCENE X. Enter Cleopatra, [Exeunt. ALEXANDRIA. nobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, nobarbus ? no. Drink, and die.* Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reaton. What although you fled From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges *This reply of Enobarbus feems grounded upon a particularity in the conduct of Antony and Cleopatra which is related by Plutarch: that after their defeat at A um they intituted a fociety of friends who enter'd into engagement to die with them, not abating in the mean time any part of that luxury, excels, and riot, in which they had lived before. Have nickt his captainship at such a point, Cleo. Pr'ythee peace. Enter Antony, with the Ambassador. Ant. Is that his answer? Amb. Ay, my Lord. Ant. The Queen Shall then have courtefie, fo fhe will yield Us up. Amb. My Lord, he fays fo. Ant. Let her know't. To the boy Cæfar fend this grizled head, Cleo. That head, my Lord ? Ant. To him again, tell him he wears the rofe May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail As i' th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, fword against fword, Our felves alone; I'll write it, follow me. [Exit Antony. Unftate his happiness, and be ftag'd to th' fhew Enter a Servant. Ser. A meffenger from Cefar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women — Against the blown rofe may they ftop their nose, VII, That That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir. Cleo Cafar's will ? Thyr. Hear it apart. Enter Thyreus, Cleo. None here but friends; fay boldly. no. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæfar intreats Cleo. Go on; right royal. Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. Oh! Thyr. The fears upon your honour therefore he Do's pity, as conftrained blemishes, Not as deferv'd. Cleo. He is a God, and knows What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd meerly. Eno. To be fure of that, I will afk Antony. Sir, thou'rt fo leaky That we must leave thee to thy finking, for Thy deareft quit thee. Thyr. Shall I fay to Cæfar What you require of him he partly begs [Afide. [Afide, [Afide. [Exit Anob. To be defir'd to give. It much would please him, And And put your felf under his fhrowd, the great, The univerfal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyrëus. Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I'm prompt Thyr. It is your nobleft courfe : Cleo. Your Cafar's father, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Thyr. One that but performs The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft To have command obey'd. Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach there devils! ah you kite! now, Gods and Authority melts from me of late. When I Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Ant. Moon and ftars! Whip him were't twenty of the greatest Tributaries |