Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd,

or low?

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd.

Cleo. That's not so good:- He cannot like her long.

Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish!

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.

Mess.

She creeps;

Her motion and her station' are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;

A statue, than a breather.

He's very knowing,

I do perceive 't:-There's nothing in her yet:The fellow has good judgment.

Char.

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'y thee.

Excellent.

Madam,

Charmian, hark.

Mess. And I do think, she 's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long,

Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as

low

As she would wish it.

Standing still.

Cleo.

There is gold for thee.

Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: —
I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepar'd.

Char.

[Exit Messenger.

A proper man.

I repent me much,
Why, methinks, by him,

Cleo. Indeed, he is so:
That so I harry'd him.
This creature's no such thing.
Char.

O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.

Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long!

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good
Charmian:

But 't is no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write: All may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, madam.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Athens. A Room in Antony's House.

Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA.

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import, - but he hath wag'd

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To publick ear:

Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me :
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,

Or did it from his teeth.3

Oct.

O my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts:

And the good gods will mock me presently,
When I shall pray, O bless my lord and husband!
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
"Twixt these extremes at all.

Gentle Octavia,

Ant. Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours,

Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours.

Thanks to my lord.

Oct. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what

cost

SCENE V.

Another Room in the same.

Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.

Eno. How 'now, friend Eros?

Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eno. What, man?

Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Eno. This is old; What is the success"?

Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action : and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no

more;

And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where 's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and

spurns

The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer,

That murder'd Pompey.

Eno.

Our great navy's rigged.. Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news

I might have told hereafter.

Eno.

But let it be. Bring me to Antony:

Eros. Come, sir.

'T will be naught :

[Exeunt.

• What follows.

7 i. e. Lepidus. 9 Accusation.

8 Equal rank.

SCENE VI.

Rome. A Room in Cæsar's House.

Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS.

Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: And more;

In Alexandria, here's the manner of it,
I' the market place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publickly enthron'd: at the feet, sat
Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son ;
And all the unlawful issue, that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,

Absolute queen.

Mec.

This in the publick eye?

Cæs. I' the common show-place, where they exercise.

His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,

He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: She

In the habiliments of the goddess Isis

That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience As 'tis reported, so.

Mec. Inform'd.

Let Rome be thus

Agr. Who, queasy' with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cas. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations.

Agr.

Whom does he accuse?

Cas. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily

I Sick, disgusted.