Sivut kuvina

Sooth. Cesar's.

Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side : With fervency drew up. Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Cleo. That time 1-0 times ! Noble, courageous, bigh, unmatchable,

I laugh'd him out of patience ; and that night Where Cesar's is not ; but, near him, thy angel I laugh'd himn into patience; and next morn, Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed : Make space enough between you.

Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst Ant. Speak this no more.

I wore his sword Philippan. Oh I from Italy ; Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.

Enter a MESSENGER. If thou dost play with him at any game,

Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Thou art sure to lose ; and, of that natural luck, That long time have been barren. He beats thee 'gainst the odds ; thy lustre thickens, l Mess. Madam, madam, When he shines by : I say again, thy spirit

Cleo. Antony's dead 1 Is all afraid to gover thee near him;

If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress : But, he away, 'tis noble.

But well and free Ant. Get thee gone :

If thou so yield bim, there is gold, and bere Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him : My bluest veins to kiss : a hand, that kings

(Exit SooTHSAYER. Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. He shall to Parthia.- Be it art, or hap,

Mess. First, madam, he's well. He hath spoken true : The very dice obey him; Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, Sirrah, And, in our sports, my better cunning faints

mark : We use
Under bis chance : if we draw lots, he speeds: To say the dead are well ; bring it to that,
His cocks do win the battle still of mine.

The gold I give thee will í melt, and pour
When it is all to nought ; and his quails ever Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt: Mess. Good madam, hear me.
And though I make this marriage for my peace,

Cleo. Well, go to, I will ;

But there's no goodness in thy face : If Antony

Be free, and healthful, why so tart a favour P'the east my pleasure lies :-O come, Ventidius, To trumpet such good tidings ? If not well, You must to Parthia ; your commission's ready : Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with Follow me, and receive it. Exeunt. Not like a formal map.


Mess. Will’t please you hear me? SCENE IV.-The same.--A Street.

Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thoa

speak'st: Enter LEPIDUS, M&CÆNAS. and AGRIPPA.

Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Lep. Trouble yourselves no urther : pray you, or friends with Cesar, or not captive to him, hasten

I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Your generals after.

Rich pearls upon thee.

Mess. Madam, he's well.
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

Cleo. Well said.
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Mess. And friends with Cesar.
Which will become you both, farewell.

Cleo. Thou'rt an honest man.
Mec. We shall,

Mess. Cesar and he are greater friends than As I conceive the journey, be at mount :

ever. Before you, Lepidus.

Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Lep. Your way is shorter,

Mess. But yet, madam,-My purposes do draw me much about :

Cleo. I do not like but yet ; it does allay Yon'll win two days npon me.

The good precedence ; + fie upou but yet: Mec. Agr. Sir, good success!

But yet is as jailer to bring forth Ley. Farewell.

Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend,

Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the The good and bad together : He's friend with Palace.

Cesar ;


In state of health, thon say'st: and, thou say'st, Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and

Mess. Free, madam ! no; I made no such re.
He's bound unto Octavia.

(port: Cleo. Give me some music, music, moodys Cleo. For what good turn of us that trade in love.

Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. Attend. The music, bo !

Cleo. I am pale, Charmian.

Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.

Cleo. The most infectious pestilence apon Cleo. Let it alone ; let us to billiards : 11


Strikes him down. Come, Charmian.

Mess. Good madam, patience. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mar Cleo. What say you ?-Hence, diap.

Strikes him again. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd. | Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes As with a woman Come, you'll play with me, | Like balls before me ; l'll unhair thy head; Sir?

She hales him up and doun. Mar. As well as I can, madam.

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though Smarting in ling'ring pickle.

(brine, it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: 1, that do bring the news, made not the match. Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,l Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give My music playing far off, I will betray


[hadst Tawny-finn'd fishes ; my bended hook shall pierce And make thy fortuncs proud ; the blow thou Their slimy jaws ; and, as I draw them up, Sball make thy peace, for moving me to rage; I'll think them every one an Antony,

And I will boot i thee with wbat gift beside And say, Ah, ha ! you're caught.

Thy modesty can beg,
Char. "Twas merry, when

Mess. He's married, madam.
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.

(Draws @ Dagser. • The ancients used to match quails as we match cocks. luclosed. Mount Misen um. Melancholy.

• So sour a countenance. Billiards were unknown theu.

1 t The good news you have told me. 1 Recompen


will is show'd, though | Mess. Gracious madam, made not the match.

Mess. Nay, then I'll run :

And carry back to Sicily much tall . youth What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. That else must perish here,

(Erit. Pom. To you all three, Char. Good madam, keep yourself within the senators alone of this great world, The man is innocent.

[yourself ; Chief factors for the gods, I do not know, Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder Wherefore my father should revengers want, bolt.

Having a son and friends; since Julius Cesar, Melt Egypt into Nile ! and kindly creatures Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, t Turn all to serpents |-Call the slave again : There saw you labouring for him. What was it, Though I am mad, I will not bite him :-Call. That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Char. He is afeard to come.

Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus, Cleo. I will not burt him :

With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous These hands do lack nobility, that they strike

freedom, A meaner than myself ; since I myself

To drench the Capitol ; but that they would Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, Sir. Have one man but a man? And that is it,

Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden Re-enter Messenger.

The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant Though it be honest, it is never good

To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message Cast on my noble father. A host of tongues ; but let ill tidings tell

Ces. Take your time. Themselves, when they be felt.

Ant. Thou canst not fear * us, Pompey, with Mess. I have done my duty.

thy sails, Cleo. Is he married 1

We'll speak with thee at sea : at land thou know'st I cannot hate thee worser than I do,

How much we do o'er-count thee. If thou again say, Yes.

Pom. At land, indeed, Mess. He is married, madam.

Tbou dost o'er-count me of my father's bouse : Cleo. The gods confound thee I dost thou bola But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, there still ?

Remain in't as thou may'st. Mess. Should I lie, madam ?

Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, Cleo. Oh! I would thou didst;

(For this is from the present, 5) how you take So half my Egypt were submerg'd and made The offers we have sent you. A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence : Ces. There's the point. Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigb Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married ? What it is worth embrac'd. Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.

Ces. And what may follow, Cleo. He is married ?

To try a larger fortune. Mess. Take no offence, tbat I would not offend Pom. You have made me offer you:

of Sicily, Sardinia ; and I must To punish me for what you make me do,

Rid all the sea of pirates ; tben, to send Seems much unequal : He is married to Octavia. Measures of wheat to Rome : This 'greed upon, Cleo. Oh! that his fault should make a knave To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back of thee,

Our targe undinted.
That art uot !--What? thou’rt sure of 't ?-Get Ces. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
thee hence :

Pom. Know then,
The merchandise which thou hast brought from I came before you here, a nian prepared

To take this offer: But Mark Antony
Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy band, Put me to some impatience : Though I lose
And be undone by 'em (Exit MESSENGER. The praise of it by telling, you must know,
Char. Good your highness, patience.

When Cesar and your brothers were at blows, Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Your mother came to Sicily, and did find Cesar.

Her welcome friendly. Char. Many times, madam.

Ant. I have heard it, Pompey; Cleo. I am paid for't now.

And am well studied for a liberal thanks,
Lead me from hence,

Which I do owe you.
I faint ; 0 Iras, Charmian, 'Tis no matter : Pom. Let me have your hand :
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid hiin

I did not think, Sir, to have met you here.
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,

Ant. The beds i'the east are soft ; and thanks Her inclination, let him not leave out

to yon, The colour of her hair :-bring me word quick- That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hither; ly.

(Erit ALEXAS. | For I have gain'd by it.
Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, Ces. Since I saw you last,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, There is a change upon you.
Tother way he's a Mars :-Bid you Alexas

Pom. Well, I know not

(TO MARDIAN. What counts | harsh fortune casts upon my face Bring me word how tall she is.- Pity me, Char But in my bosom shall she never come, mian,

To make my heart her vassal. But do not speak to me.-Lead me to iny cham- Lep. Well met here. ber.

[Éreunt. Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.-Thus we are

agreed : SCENE VI.-Near Misenum.

I crave our composition may be written,

And seal'd between us. Enter POMPEY and MENAS, at one side ; with

Ces. That's the next to do. Drum and Trumpet : at another, CESAR,

Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECÆNAS,

let us with Soldiers marching.

Draws lots who shall begin.

Ant. That will i, Pompey. Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; 1 Pom. No, Antony, take the lot : but, first And we shall talk before we fight.

Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Ces. Most meet,

Shall have the fame. I have beard, that Julius That first we come to words; and therefore have Grew fat with feasting there.

(Cesar Our written purposes before us sent;

(we Ant. You have heard much. Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know

Pom.I have fair meanings, Sir.
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,

• Brave.

Affright. • Likeness.

Foreign to the point.

I Marka

Ant. And fair words to them.

will use his affection where it is : he married bu Pom. Then so much have I heard :

bis occasion bere. And I have heard, Apollodorns carried

Men. And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will Eno. No more of that He did so.

you aboard? I have a health for you. Pom. What, I pray you?

Eno. I shall take it, Sir : we have used our Eno. A certain queen to Cesar in a mattress. (throats in Egypt. Pom. I know thee now :-How far'st thou, Men. Come, let's away.

[Ereunt. soldier 1 Eno. Well ;

SCENE VII.-On Board POMPEY's Galley And well am like to do : for, I perceive,

lying near Misenum. Four feasts are toward. Pom. Let me shake thy hand;

Music Enter two or three SERVANTS with a I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,

Banquet. When I have envied thy behaviour.

1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their Eno. Sir,

plants + are ill-rooted already, the least wind I never lov'd you much : but I have prais'd you, i'the world will blow them down. When you bave well deserv'd ten times as much 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. As I have said you did.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms. Pom. Enjoy thy plairness,

drink. It nothing ill beconies thee.

2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disAboard my galley I invite you all :

position, he cries out, no more ; reconciles them Will you lead, lords?

to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. Ces. Ant. Lep. Shew us the way, Sir.

Serv. But it raises the greater war between Pom. Come.

him and his discretion. (Ereunt POMPEY, CESAR, ANTONY, LE 1 2 Serv. Wby, this is to have a name in great

PIDUS, Soldiers, and Attendants. men's fellowship ; I had as lief have a reed that Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have will do me no service, as a partizan t I could not made this treaty.- Aside. You and I have heave. known, Sir.

1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and Eno. At sea, I think.

not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where Men. We have, Sir.

eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the Eno. You have done well by water.

cheeks. Men. And you by land. Eno. I will praise any man that will praise

A Sennet sounded. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, me : though it cannot be denied what I have done


ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other Captains. Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Ant. Thus do they, Sir: To CESAR.) They Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your

take the flow o'the Nile. Own safety : you have been a great thief by sea. By certain scales i'the pyramid ; they know, Men. And you by land.

By the height, the lowness, or the mean, 5 if Eno. There I deny my land service. But give

dearth, me your hand, Menas : If our eyes had authority, | Or foizon, | follow; The higher Nilus swells, here they might take two thieves kissing.

The more it promises : as it ebbs, the seedsman Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, hands are.

And shortly comes to harvest. Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a Lep. You have strange serpents there. true face.

Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Men. No slander ; they steal hearts.

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of Eno. We came bither to fight with you. your mud by the operation of your sun: so is Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to your crocodile. a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away | Ant. They are so. his fortune.

Pom. Sit, -and some wine.- A health to LeEno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back pidus. again.

Lep. I am not so well as I shonld be, but I'II Men. You have said, Sir. We looked not ne'er out. for Mark Antony : Pray you, is he married to Eno. Not till you have slept ; I fear me, you'll Cleopatra 1

be in, till then. Eno. Cesar's sister is call’d Octavia.

Ler. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptole. Men. True, Sir; she was the wife of Caius mies' pyramises are very goodly things; withMarcellus.

out contradiction, I have heard that. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus An- Men. Pompey, a word. tonius.

Pom. Say in mine ear : What is't? Men. Pray you, Sir ?

Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, Eno. 'Tis true.


(Aside. Men. Then is Cesar, and he, for ever knit And hear me speak a word. together

Pom. Forbear me till anon.Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, This wine for Lepidus. would pot prophesy so.

Lep. What manner oʻthing is your crocodile ? Men. I think the policy of that purpose made Ant. It is shaped, Sir, like itself; and it is as more in the marriage, than the love of the broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it parties.

is, and moves with its own organs : it lives by Eno. I think so too. But you shall find the that which nourisheth it; and the elements once band that seems to tie their friendship toge- out of it, it transmigrates. ther, will be the very strangler of their amity : Lep. What colour is it of? Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conver- | Ant. Of its own colour too. sation. +

Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent. Men, Who would not have his wife so ?

Ant. "Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. Eno, Not be that himself is not so ; which is Ces. Will this description satisfy bim ? Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish Ant. With the health that Poinpey gives him, again : then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the else he is a very epicure. fire up in Cesar : and, as I said before, that Pom. (To MENAS aside.) Go, hang, Sir, hang which is the strength of their amity, shall prove

Tell me of that? away! the immediate author of their variance. Antony

• Desert. + Feet. Pike. & Middle. • Beea acquainted.

1 Plenty.

1 Pyramids.


ake thy seni What is't?

Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd | Make battery to our ears with the loud music ; fort

The while, 'P'll place you : Then the boy shal Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear

sing : me,

The holding • every man shall bear, as loud Rise from thy stool.

[Aside. As his strong sides can volley. Pom. I think thov'rt inad. The matter? (Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand

[Rises, and walks aside. in hand.
Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy for-

Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith : Come, thou monarch of the vine,
What's else to say?

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne +
Be jolly, lords.

In thy vats our cares be drown'd: Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus,

With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd Keep off them, for you sink.

Cup us, till the world go round;
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?

Cup us, till the world go round !
Pom. What say'st thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?

Ces. What would you more -Pompey, good
That's twice.

night. Good brother, Pom. How should that be?

Let me request you off : our graver business Men. But entertain it, and,

Frowns at this levity.--Gentle lords, let's part; Although thou think me poor, I am the man You see, we have burnt on cheeks: strong EnoWill give thee all the world.

barbe Pom. Hast thou drunk well ?

Is weaker than the wipe : and mine own tongue Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the Splits what it speaks : the wild disguise hath cap.

almost Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove : Antick'd us all. What needs more words ? Good Whate'er the ocean pales, . or sky inclips, t

night. Is thine, if thou wilt have't.

Good Antony your hand. Pom. Show me which way.

Pom. I'll try you o'the shore. Men. These three world-sharers, these com Ant. And shall, Sir : give's your hand. petitors, I

Pom. O Antony, Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;

You have my father's house, But what ? we are And, when we are put ott, fall to their throats :

friends : All there is thine.

Come, down into the boat. Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done,

Eno. Take heed you fall not. And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villany;

(Erennt POMPEY, CESAR, ANTONY, and In thee it had been good service. Thou must

Attendants. know,

Menas, l'Il not on shore. 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour ; | Men. No, to my cabin.Mine honour it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue These drums 1-these trumpets, flutes ! what ! Hath so betray'd thine act : Being done unknown, Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell I should have found it afterwards well done ; "To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang's But must condemn it now. Desist and drink.

sound out. Men. For this,


(A Flourish of Trumpets, with Drums. I'll never follow thy pall'd 6 fortunes more. follow thu nalla fortunes more.

Eno, Ho, says 'al-There's my cap.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis Men. Hol-noble captain !
Shall never find it more.
[offer'd, Come.

Pom. Tbis health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him ashore.--I'll pledge it for bim,

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.
Men. Enobarbus, welcome.

SCENE 1.-A plain in Syria.
Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid.
Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas.

Enter VENTIDIUS, as after conquest, with (Pointing to the Attendant who carries off

SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and LEPIDUS.

Soldiers ; the dead body of PACORUS borne Men. Why?

before him. Eno. He bears

Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; The third part of the world, man : See'st not?

and now Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it | Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death were all,

Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body That it might go on wheels!

Before our army :-Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels.

Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Men. Come.

Šil. Noble Ventidius, Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.

Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is . Ant. It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ||


(Media, Here is to Cesar.

[ho 1 The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Ces. I could well forbear it.

Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, The routed fly: so thy grand captain, Antony, And it grows fouler.

Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and Ant. Be a child o'the time.

Put garlands on thy head. Ces. Possess it, I'll make answer : but I had Ven. 0 Silius, Silius,

I have done enough : A lower place, note well, From all. four days, than drink so much in one. May make too great an act : For learn this, Silius ;

Eno. Ha, my brave emperor! [TO ANTONY. Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals

Too high a fame, when him we serve's away, And celebrate our drink?

Cesar, and Antony, have ever won Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier.

More in their oflicer than person : Sossius, Ant Come, let us all take hands;

One of my place in Syria, bis lieutenant, Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense | For quick accumulation of renown, in soft and delicate Lethe.

Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour Eno. All take hands.

Who does i'the wars more than his captain can,


rather fast than drink so mucANTONY.

• Encompases. • Embracos.

Cloyed, 1 Kettle drums.


• Chorus.

+ Red eyes. I Pacorus was the son of Orodes, king of Parthia.

Becomes his captain's captain ; and ambition, for what you seem to fear : So, the gods keep The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,

you, Than gain, which darkens him.

And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends I could do more to do Antonius good,

We will here part. But 'twould offend him ; and in his offence

Ces. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee Should my performance perisb.

well ; Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius,

The elements • be kind to thee, and make
That without which a soldier, and his sword, Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well.
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Oct. My noble brother
Antony ?

Ant. The April's in her eyes : It is love's spring Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerThat magical word of war, we have effected;

ful. How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house ; The ne'er-yet-beaten borse of Parthia .

andWe have jaded ont o'the field.

Ces. What, Sil. Where is be now?

Octavia ? Ven. He purposeth to Athens : whither with Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. what haste

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor The weight we must convey with us will permit,

can We shall appear before him.-On, there ; pass Her heart inform her tongue : the swan's down along,



That stands upon the swell at full of tide.
SOENE II.-Rome.-An Antechamber in And neither way inclines.
CESAR's house.

Eno. Will Cesar weep? (Aside to AGRIPPA.

Agr. He has a cloud in's face. Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting.

Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a Agr. What, are the brothers parted ?

So is he, being a man.

(horse Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he Agr. Why, Enobarbus ? is gone ;

When Antony found Julius Cesar dead, The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps He cried almost to roaring : and he wept, To part from Rome : Cesar is sad ; and Lepidus, | When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled Eno. That year, indeed he was troubled with a With the green-sickness.

rheum ; Agr. "Tis a poble Lepidus.

What willingly he did confound, t he wail'd : Eno. A very fine one : Oh! how he loves Ce. Believe it, till I weep too. sar!

Ces. No, sweet Octavia, Agr. Nay, but how dearly be adores Mark You sball hear from me still ; the time shall not Antony !

Out-go my tbinking on you. Eno. Cesar | Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Ant. Come, Sir, come; Agr, What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love : Fno. Spake you of Cesar ? How? the nonpa- Look, bere I bave you ; thus I let you go riel !

And give you to the gods. Agn, O Antony! O thon Arabian bird !

Ces. Adieu ; be happy! Ero. Would you praise Cesar, say, -Cesar ;) Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light go no farther.

To thy fair way! Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excel- Ces. Farewell, Farewell ! [Kisses OCTAVIA. lent praises.

Ant. Farewell! (Trumpets sound. Ereunt. Eno. But he loves Cesar best ;-Yet he loves Antony :

SCENE III.-Alexondria.-A Room in the Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,

Palace. cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and To Antony. But as for Cesar,


(love Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Cleo. Where is the fellow ? Agr. Both he loves.

Alex. Half afеard to come. Eno. They are his shards, t and he their bee

Cleo. Go to, go to : Come hither, Sir. tle. So,

[Trumpets. This is to horse. -Adien, noble Agrippa.

Enter a MESSENGER. Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier ; and fare Alex. Good majesty,

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,

But when you are well pleas'd. Enter CESAR. ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and Oc. | Cleo. That Herod's head TAVIA.

I'll have : But how? when Antony is gone Ant. No farther, Sir.

Through whom I might command it.-Come thou Ces. You take from me a great part of my


Mess. Most gracious majesty,
Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife Cleo. Didst thou behold
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest Octavia

Mess. Ay, dread queen.
Shall pass on thy approof.-Most noble Antony, Cleo. Where?
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set

Mess. Madam, in Rome.
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,

I look'd her in the face : and saw her led To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter

Between her brother and Mark Antony. The fortress of it: for better might we

Cleo. Is she as tall as melt. Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts Mess. She is not, madam. This be not cherish'd.

Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrillAnt. Make me not offended

tongu'd, or low? In your distrust.

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowCes. I have said.

voic'd. Ant. You sball not find,

Cleo. That's not so good :-he cannot like her Though you be therein curious, I the least cause



• The Phanix. + Wings. bond were formerly synonimous.

| Doubtful.

* Band and Cesar's sister.

• of air and water.

+ Destroy. This scene is levelled at Queen Elizabeth's fealousy

of her rival, Mary, Queen of Scots.

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