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Mes. Madam, she was a widow.
Cleo. For th' most part too,
Mef. Brown, Madam; and her forehead
Cleo. There's gold for thee.
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed, he is so; I repent me much,
Char. O, nothing, Madam.
SCENE changes to Athens.
Enter Antony and O&avia,
When perforce he could not
Oet. Oh, my good lord,
Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour, I lofe my self; better I were not yours, Than yours so branchless. But as you requefted, Your self shall go between's; the mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war, (36)
(35) When the best Hint was giv'n him, he o'erlook'd,
Or did it from his Teeth.] The first Folio reads, not look'd. Dr. Thirlby advis’d the Emendation which I have inserted in the Text. (36)
The mean time, Lady,
your Brother ;] Thus the printed Copies unanimously. Bat, fure, Antony, whose Bufiness here is to mollify Ostavia, does it with a very ill Grace: and 'tis a very odd way of satisfying her, to tell her, the War, he raises, shall ftain, i. e. cast an Odium upon her Brother. I have no Doubt, bat we must read, with the Addition only of a single Letter, Shall strain
your Brother. i. e. Shall lay him under Constraints ; shall put him to such Shifts, that he shall neither be able to make a Progress against, or to prejudice, Me. And this Emendation is precisely consonant to what plutarch says; that O'zavius, understanding the sudden and wonderfull Preparations of Antony, was not a little astonish'd at it; for he himfehr was in many Wants ; and the People were forely oppress’d with the great and grievous Exactions of Money. For every Person of
sooneft haftes So, your desires are yours.
06. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of Power make me, moft weak, most weak, Your reconciler! wars 'twixt ġou 'twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that flain men Should folder up the rift. .
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that ways for our faults Çan never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your Going; Chuse your own company, and command what. coit Your heart has mind to.
[Exeunt. Enter Enobarbus and Eros. Eno. How now, friend Eros ? Eros. There's strange news, come, Sir. Eno. What, man? Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made war upon Pom
pey. Eno. This is old; what is the success ?
Eros. Cæfar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivalty, 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 ; fo the poor Third is up, 'till death enlarge his confine.
Eno. Then would thou had'st a pair of chaps, no more, and throw between them all the food thou haft, they'll grind the other. Where's Antony ?
Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurns The rush that lies before him. Crys, “ fool Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey.
Eno. Our great Navy's rigg d.
Eros. For Italy and Cæfar, more, Domitius, Condition was obligd to furnish the fourth part of his Goods and Revenues ; and the very Libertines (i. e. those, whose Fathers had once been Bondmen, and were enfranchised) were taxed an eighth part of all their Goods to be raised at one Payment.
My lord defires you prefently; my news
Eno. 'Twill be naught; but let it be; bring me to
SCENE changes to the Palace in Rome.
Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecænaş.
Mec. This in the publick eye?
Cæf. I'th' common shew-place, where they exercise,
Agr. Who, queasie with his insolence already,
Cæf. The people know it, and have now receiv'd
Agr. Whom does he accuse ?
Cæf. Cæfar; and that having in Sicily
Some Shipping unrestor’d. Lastly, he frets,
Cel. "Tis done already, and his messenger gone:
Mec. He'll never yield to that.
Enter O&tavia, with attendants.
but you are come
The Oftentation of our Love, which left unshewn.]
The Oftent of our Love, which, left unsbewn, i. e. che lhewing, Token, Demonstration of our Love': and he uses it