Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A room in Caesar's house. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Octavia between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. You must to Parthia; your commission's ready: Follow me, and receive it. [Exeunt SCENE IV.-The same. A street. Enter Lepi. dus, Mæcenas, and Agrippi. Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Which will become you both, farewell. Mac. We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at mount' Ant. The world, and my great office, will some- You'll win two days upon me. times If thou dost play with him at any game, Ant. I' the east my pleasure lies:-0, come, Ventidius, Sir, good success' [Exeunt. Mac. Agr. Lep. Farewell. SCENE V.-Alexandria. A room in the palace Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody foo Of us that trade in love. Allend. The music, ho! Enter Mardian. Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come, Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman:-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- Cleo. Enter a Messenger. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. Mess. Cleo. Antony's dead? Madam, madam,— If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress : If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here Mess. To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, Mess. Good madam, hear me. (4) Inclosed. (6) Melancholy. (5) Mount Misenum. (7) Head-dress. Mess. Cleo. Madam, he's well. Well said. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. He's bound unto Octavia. For what good turn? Smarting in ling'ring pickle. Mess. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. 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 boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long. [Draws a dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself; The man is innocent. you: To punish me for what you make me do, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?-Get Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, Cæsar. Lead me from hence. I am paid for't now I faint; O Iras, Charmian, 'Tis no matter :- Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, mian, That first we come to words; and therefore have we Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder-Our written purposes before us sent; bolt. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,' Cæs. Ant. Thou can'st not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. Cies. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present,2) how you take The offers we have sent you. There's the point. Enjoy thy plainness, It nothing ill becomes thee.Aboard my galley I invite you all: Will you lead, lords? Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. To try a larger fortune. Pom. Cas. Ant. Lep. Show us the way, sir. Come. [Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers and Attendants. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.-[Aside.]-You and I have known, sir. Eno. At sea, I think. Men. We have, sir. Eno. You have done well by water. Men. And you by land. Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. Men. Nor what I have done by water. Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land. Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing. Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. Men. No slander; they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to drinking. Pompey doth this way laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia. Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir? Eno. 'Tis true. will be the very strangler of heir amity: Octavia is of holy, cold, and still conversation.' Men. Who would not have his wife so? Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shail Lie sighs of Octa ia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his af fection where it is; he married but his occasion here. Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egyp [Exeunt. Men. Come; let's away. SCENE VII-On board Fompey's galley, lying near Misenum. Music, Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet.2 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down. 2 Sere. Lepidus is high-coloured. 1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles then to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. 1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. 2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mæcenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other captains. Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Cæsar.] They take the flow o'the Nile By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know, Lep. You have strange serpents there. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile. Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it has breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates. Lep. What colour is it of. Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. Pom. [To Menas aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang! Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for? Be jolly, lords. Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink. Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? Pom. What say'st nou? Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. Pom. How should that be? Pom. 10 Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable; Pom. [Aside I'll never follow thy pall'd" fortunes more.— Pom. Eno. Here's to thee, Menas. Enobarbus, welcome. Eno. He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were all, That it might go on wheels! F. Drink thou; increase the reels. From all, four days, than drink so much in one. Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. Eno. All take hands.— Make battery to our ears with the loud music :- Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Sil. Ven. O Silius, Silius, [Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, SONG. Core, thou monarch of the vine, Let me request you off: our graver business Is weaker than the vine; and mine own tongue Good Antony, your hand. I'll try you o'the shore. O, Antony, You have my father's house,--But what? we are Come, down into the boat. Than gain, which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That magical word of war, we have effected Sil. An ante-chamber in CæEnter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, Agr. What, are the brothers parted? gone; Take heed you fall not. The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps, [Exeunt Pom. Cæs. Ant. and Attendants. To part from Rome: Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Menas, I'll not on shore. Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled Men. No, to my cabin.These drums!-these trumpets, flutes! what!— With the green sickness. Agr. Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell 'Tis a noble Lepidus. To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark AnEno. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar! tony! sound out. [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap. Men. Come. Ho!-noble captain! Eno. Cæsar! Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-Yet he loves Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love (5) Pacorus was the son of Oro es, king of Parthia. (6) The phoenix. |