Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her; but 7 Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving. Eros. Sir, the queen. Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back on what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour. Cleo. O my lord, my lord! Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought, Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well, My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou should'st tow me after: O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me. Cleo. Ant. O, my pardon. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge Cleo. O pardon, pardon. Ant. Fall not a tear, I say: one of them rates' All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss; Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster, Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead ::Some wine, within there, and our viands:- Fortune knows, We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. [Exeunt. 7 Unless. 8. Equals in value. SCENE X. Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt. Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him? Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster': An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Cæs. Enter EUPHRONIUS. Approach, and speak. Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony: As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf Cæs. Be it so; Declare thine office. To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, Cæs. For Antony, 9 Euphronius, schoolmaster to Antony's children. Or take his life there: This if she perform, Cæs. Bring him through the bands. [Exit EUPHROnius. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, [To THYREUS. And in our name, what she requires; add more, From thine invention, offers: women are not, In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal: Try thy cunning, Thyreus; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law. Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw2; And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Eno. Think, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What although you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, 2 Conforms himself to this breach of his fortune. When half to half the world oppos'd, he being Cleo. Pr'y thee, peace. Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS. Ant. Is this his answer? To the boy Cæsar send this grizled head, 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 declin'd3, sword against sword, [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. 3 The only cause of the dispute. 4 Circumstance of splendour. 5 In age and power. 6 Are of a piece with them. To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness! Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd His judgment too. Enter an Attendant. Att. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony? - See, my women! 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." [Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Cleo. Enter THYReus. Cæsar's will ?. Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say boldly. Thyr. So, haply, 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, Whose he is, we are; and that 's Cæsar's. So. Thyr. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo. Go on: Right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! 7 Quarrel. |