To Antony. But as for Cæsar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; Shall pass on thy approof.-Most noble Antony, Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts In your distrust. Čas. Ant. Make me not offended I have said. 4 You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements' be kind to thee, and make. Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. My noble brother! Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andCas. Octavia ? Octa. I'll tell you in your car. What, Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor SCENE_III.-Alexandria. A room in the pal ace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. That Hercd's head I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.-Come thou near. Madam in Rome I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long What majesty is in her gait? Remember, Cannot make better note. Three in Egypt He's very knowing, I do perceive't:-There's nothing in her yet:- Excellent. Madam, Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mess. She was a widow. Cleo. Widow ?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or round? Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo. Char. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, (6) Destroy. (7) Standing. (8) Puiled, lugged. To public ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not? Oct. And the good gods will mock me presently, O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your renciler! Wars 'twat verwen we be 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; Eno. What, man' Eno. Then, wo 'd, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more: And throw between them all the food thou hast, The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! Eno. Eno. [Exeunt SCENE VI.-Rome. A room in Cæsar's house Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mæcenas. Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,- Mac. Unto her This in the public eye? Cas. I'the common show-place, where they es ercise. Cas. Cæsar: and, that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him His part o'the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestor'd: lastly, he frets, That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain All his revenue. Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd. Cas. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd, Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon And did deserve his change; for what I have con 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, 2 seizes him: So the poor third is up till death enlarge his confine. (1) Similar tendency. (2) Could not help. (3) Published. (4) Indistinct, through his teeth. (5) Resent. (6) Disgrace. (7) Cement, close. (8) Opening. Cas. That ever I should call thee, cast away! cause. Caes. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Cæsar's sister: The wife of Antony Oct. Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it Cas. What should not then be spar'd. He is already Cleo. Sink Rome; and their tong That speak against us! A charge we bear i'the war, I have eyes upon him, Appear there for a man. Speak not against it; And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? Oct. My lord, in Athens. Ces. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o'the earth for war; He hath assembled Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas: Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas, Oct. Cas. Welcome hither: Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart: Be you not troubled with the time, which drives O'er your content these strong necessities; But let detern. "'d things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome: Nothing inore dear to me. You are abus'd Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort; And ever welcome to us. I will not stay behind. Eno. Here comes the emperor. Ant. Nay, I have done : Enter Antony and Canidius. Is't not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum, and Brundusium, He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne ?-You have heard on't, sweet" Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd, Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well becom'd the best of men, To taunt at slackness.-Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea. Cleo. By sea! What else? Can. Why will my lord do so? Ant. For he dares us to't. Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Cæsar fought with Pompey: But these offers Which serves not for his vantage, he shakes off; And so should you. Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd: Your mariners are muleteers, 10 reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress; in Cæsar's fleet Are those, that ofter have 'gainst Pompey fought: Their ships are yare; 12 yours, heavy. No disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepar'd for land. 266 The Antoniad, the Egyptian, adairel, All the whole synod of them! Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our side like the token'd" pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag 12 of Egypt. Whom leprosy o'ertake! i'the midst o'the fight,When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the eller, 13 The brize' upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails, and flies. Eno. That I beheld: mine eyez Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not Endure a further view. Scar. She once being loof'd," I never saw an action of such shame; Alack, alack! Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. Can. Eno. I'll vet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Alexandria. A room in the pal ace. Enter Antony and Attendants. An'. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is asham'd to beat me!-Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever:-I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Cæsar. Att. Fly! not we, Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders. Friends, b gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, (10) Corner. (11) Spotted. (12) Lewd, common strumpet. (18) Better (14) The gad-fly, that stings cattle. (15) Brought close to the wind. (16) Belated, benighted Which has no need of you; be gone: Iras. Ant. O fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam, O Juno! Iras. Madam; O good empress !- Ant. Yes, my lord, yes ;-He,' at Philippi, kept In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. He is unqualitied' with very shame. Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me :-0! Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen ap Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving. Sir, the queen. Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, Cleo. Ant. Cleo. O, my pardon. Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness; who With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd, Making, and marring fortunes. You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would (2) Fought by his officers. (3) Divested of his faculties. (4) Unless. (1) Cæsar. (5) Values. (6) Euphronius, sel oolmaster to Antony's chil dren Obey it en all cause. Cleo. O pardon, pardon. Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. Dol. Cesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:6 He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Not many moons gone by. Cas. Enter Euphronius. Approach, and speak. As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf Cas. I have no ears to his request. The queen 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, VOL. II. ЗА |