Antony, Cæs. The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle 5 Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Lep. It is pity of him. Caes. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end, Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly C'œs. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. 4 thy lascivious wassels.] Wassel is here put for intemperance in general. 5 gilded puddle-] There is frequently observable on the surface of stagnant pools that have remained long undisturbed, a reddish gold-coloured slime; to this appearance the poet here refers. Enter CLEOPATKA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Charmian, Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora". Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee, That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing Yet I have fierce affections, and think, Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? 6 I knew it for my bond.] That is, to be my bounden duty. 7 mandragora.] A plant of which the infusion was supposed to procure sleep. "O, 'tis treason!"-MALone. Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar', Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee'. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses,— Good friend, quoth he, Alex. Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east, 8 And burgonet of men.] A burgonet is a kind of helmet. 9 1 Broad-fronted Cæsar,] In allusion to Cæsar's baldness. that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee.] Alluding to the philosopher's stone, which, by its touch, converts base metal into gold. The alchemists call the matter, whatever it be, by which they perform transmutation, a medicine. JOHNSON. Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry? Alex. Like to the time o'the year between the ex tremes Of heat and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition !—Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him : So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.— Char. O that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, My sallad days; I sing but after you. 2 Cleo. termagant steed,] Termagant means furious; but Mr. Malone reads arm-gaunt, or worn thin and lean in war. 3 so thick?] i. e. in such quick succession. When I was green in judgment:-Cold in blood, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for. Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers By losing of our prayers. Pom. I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine; My power's a crescent, and my auguring hope No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money, where Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Nor either cares for him. Men. Cæsar and Lepidus Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false. Men. From Silvius, sir. 4 unpeople Egypt.] By sending out messengers. |