Eno, Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here. Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. On board Pompey's Galley, lying near Misenum.

Musick. Enter two or three Servants, with a Banquet. 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o' their plants 9 are ill-rooted already; the least wind i' the world will blow them down.

2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, No more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Serv. Why this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A Sennet sounded. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, POMPEY, LEPIDUS, AGRIPPA, MECENAS, ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other Captains.

Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To CESAR.] They take the flow o' the Nile

By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foison, follow: The higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Ant. Ay, Lepidus.

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.

Ant. They are so.
Pom. Sit, - and some wine.
Lepidus.

A health to

nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.

Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cas. Will this description satisfy him?
Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him,
else he is a very epicure.

Pom. [To MENAS aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!

Do as I bid you.

Where's this cup I called for? Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool.

Pom.

[Aside. I think, thou'rt mad. The matter? [Rises, and walks aside. Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith: What's else to say?

Be jolly, lords.

Ant.

These quick-sands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink.

Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?

Pom.
What sayst thou?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?

That's twice.

Hast thou drunk well? Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove: Whate'er the ocean pales 3, or sky inclips*, Is thine, if thou wilt have't.

Pom.

Show me which way. Men. These three world-sharers, these competitors,

Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable;
And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.

Pom.
Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
And not have spoke on't! in me, 'tis villainy ;
In thee, it had been good service. Thou must know,
'Tis not my profit that doth lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue
Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
Men. For this?
[Aside.
I'll never follow thy pall'd 6 fortunes more. -
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.

Pom.

Ant. Bear him ashore.

Pompey.

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

Enobarbus, welcome.

Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid.
Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas.

Men.

Eno.

The third part of the world, man; Seest not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were all,

That it might go on wheels!

Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels.

3 Encompasses. Embraces. 5 Confederates. Cloyed.

Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green-sickness.

Agr.
'Tis a noble Lepidus.
Eno. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar!
Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark An-
tony!

Eno. Cæsar, why he's the Jupiter of men.
Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How? the nonpareil!
Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird! ?
Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say, - Cæsar;
go no further.

Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises.

Eno. But he loves Cæsar best; Yet he loves Antony:

Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,

This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA.
Ant. No further, sir.

Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in it.. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band 5 Shall pass on thy approof. - Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue 6, which is set Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,

To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter

The fortress of it: for better might we

Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

Cas.

Ant.

Farewell, farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA. Farewell! [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

SCENE III.- Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS,
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex.
Half afeard to come.
Cleo. Go to, go to:- Come hither, sir.
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Ay, dread queen.

Cleo.

Mess.

Come thou

Didst thou behold

Where?

Madam, in Rome

I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess.

She is not, madam. 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 1 are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

Cleo.
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Char.

Is this certain?

Three in Egypt

Cannot make better note.
Cleo.
He's very knowing,
I do perceive't: · There's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgment.

Char.

Excellent.

Mess.

She was a widow.

Cleo.

Madam,

Widow? - Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty.

SCENE IV. — Athens.

House.

[Exeunt.

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? 6

Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him 7 in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality 8; 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 9, 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

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.

Octa.
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.

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.

'Twill be naught: But let it be. - Bring me to Antony.

Eros. Come, sir.

[Exeunt.

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.

Cæs. 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.
Cas. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
That he his high authority abus'd,

Sir, this should be answer'd.

And did deserve his change; for what I have conquer'd,

I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
Demand the like.

Octa. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar!

Cæs. That ever I should call thee, cast-away! Octa. You have not call'd me so, nor have you

cause.

Welcome hither:

Cæs. 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 determin'd things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome: Nothing more 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.

Is it so, sir?

montory of Actium.

What is't you say?

Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time,

What should not then be spar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome,
That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Manage this war.

Cleo.
Sink Rome; and their tongues rot,
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
And, as the president of my kingdom, will
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it;

Eno. Here comes the emperor.

Nay, I have done :

3 Show, token.