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If thou with Cæsar paragon again
My man of men.

By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

My sallad days,

When I was green in judgment :-cold in blood,
To say as I said then But come, away:
Get me ink and paper;
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.


SCENE I.—Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. May cement their divisions, and bind up

The petty difference, we yet not know.
Enter Pompey, MENECRATES, and Menas.

Be it as our gods will have 't! It only stands
Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
The deeds of justest men.

Come, Menas.

[Exeunt. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,

SCENE II.-Rome. A Room in the House of LEPIDUS. That what they do delay, they not deny: Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays

Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. The thing we sue for.

Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, Mene.

We, ignorant of ourselves, And shall become you well, to entreat your captain Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers To soft and gentle speech. Deny us for our good; so find we profit


I shall entreat him
By losing of our prayers.

To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,
I shall do well:

Let Antony look over Cæsar's head,
The people love me, and the sea is mine;

And speak as lond as Mars. By Jupiter, My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony

I would not shave 't to-day. In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make


'Tis not a time No wars without doors : Cæsar gets money, where For private stomaching. He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both,


Every time Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,

Serves for the matter that is then born in 't. Nor either cares for him.

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. Men. Cæsar and Lepidus

Eno. Not if the small come first. Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry. Lep.

Your speech is passion : Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.

But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes Men.

From Silvius, sir, The noble Antony. Pom. He dreams: Iknow, they are in Rome together,

Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS. Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, Eno.

And yonder, Cæsar. Salt Cleopatra, soften thy warm lip!

Enter CÆSAR, Mecanas, and AGRIPPA. Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both: Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia : Lay up the libertine in a flood 'feasts,

Hark you, Ventidius Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,


I do not know, Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,

Mecænas; ask Agrippa. That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, Lep.

Noble friends, Even till a Lethe'd dulness. -How now, Varrius! That which combin'd us was most great, and let not Enter Varrius.

A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, Var. This is most certain, that I shall deliver. May it be gently heard : when we debate Mark Antony is every hour in Rome

Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis

Murder in healing wounds. Then, noble partners, A space for farther travel.

(The rather, for I earnestly beseech) Pom.

I could have given less matter Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, A better ear.1.—Menas, I did not think,

Nor curstness grow to the matter. This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm Ant.

'Tis spoken well. For such a petty war: his soldiership

Were we before our armies, and to fight, Is twice the other twain. But let us rear

I should do thus,

[Shake hands. The higher our opinion, that our stirring

Cæs. Welcome to Rome. Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck

Ant. The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.

Cæs. Sit. Men.

I cannot hope,

Ant. Sit, sir. Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together :

Caes. Nay, thenHis wife that's dead did trespasses to Cæsar;

Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not so; His brother warr'd upon him, although, I think, Or, being, concern you not. Not mov'd by Antony.


I must be laugh'd at, Pom. . I know not, Menas,

If, or for nothing, or a little, I How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Should say myself offended; and with you Were't not that we stand up against them all, Chiefly i' the world : more laugh'd at, that I should "Twere pregnant they should square between them- Once name you derogately, when to sound your name selves;

It not concern'd me. For they have entertained cause enough


My being in Egypt, Cæsar, To draw their swords : but how the fear of us

What was't to you?

Thank you.


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Cæs. No more than my residing here at Rome Lep.

'Tis nobly spoken. Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there

Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no farther Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt The griefs between ye: to forget them quite, Might be my question.

Were to remember that the present need Ant.

How intend you, practis'd? Speaks to atone you. Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, Lep.

Worthily spoken, Mecænas. By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother, Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the Made wars upon me, and their contestation

instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Was theme for you; you were the word of war. Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to

Ant. You do mistake your business: my brother never wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.
Did urge me in his act: I did enquire it;

Ant. Thou art a soldier only: speak no more. And have my learning from some true reports,

Eno. That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather Ant. You wrong this presence; therefore, speak no Discredit my authority with yours ; And make the wars alike against my stomach,

Eno. Go to then; you considerate stone. Having alike your cause? Of this my letters

Cæs. I do not much dislike the matter, but Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, The manner of his speech; for it cannot be, No matter whole you have to make it with,

We shall remain in friendship, our conditions It must not be with this.

So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew Cæs.

You praise yourself What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge By laying defects of judgment to me; but

O'the world I would pursue it. You patch'd up your excuses.


Give me leave, Cæsar,Ant.


Cæs. Speak, Agrippa. I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,

Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,

Admir'd Octavia : great Mark Antony
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Is now a widower.
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars


Say not so, Agrippa :
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
I would you had her spirit in such another:

Were well deserv'd for rashness.
The third o' the world is yours, which with a snaffle Ant. I am not married, Cæsar: let me hear
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

Agrippa farther speak.
Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity,
might go to wars with the women!

To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
Ant. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Cæsar, With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
Shrewdness of policy too) I grieving grant,

No worse a husband than the best of men,
Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
But say, I could not help it.

That which none else can utter. By this marriage, Cæs.

I wrote to you,

All little jealousies, which now seem great, When rioting in Alexandria ; you

And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts

Would then be nothing: truths would be tales, Did gibe my missive out of audience.

Where now half tales be truths: her love to both, Ant.


Would, each to other, and all loves to both,
He fell upon me, ere admitted: then

Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
Of what I was i' the morning; but, next day, My duty ruminated.
I told him of myself, which was as much


Will Cæsar speak? As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow

Cæs. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,

With what is spoke already. Out of our question wipe him.


What power is in Agrippa, Ces.

You have broken If I would say, " Agrippa, be it so," The article of your oath, which you

shall never

To make this good ? Have tongue to charge me with.


The power of Cæsar, and Lep.

Soft, Cæsar. His power unto Octavia. Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak:


May I never The honour's sacred which he talks on now,

To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Cæsar;

Dream of impediinent !—Let me have thy hand : The article of my oath.

Further this act of grace, and from this hour,
Cæs. To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them, The hearts of brothers govern in our loves,
The which you both denied.

And sway our great designs.
Neglected, rather;

There is my hand.
And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother [Ant. takes it.
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, Did ever love so dearly: let her live
I'll play the penitent to you; but mine honesty To join our kingdoms, and our hearts; and never
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power Fly off our loves again!
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,

, . To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;

Ant. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst PomFor which myself, the ignorant motive, do

pey; So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour

For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great, To stoop in such a case.

Of late upon me: I must thank him, only

Let us go.

Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;

Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
At heel of that, defy him.

And made a gap in nature.
Time calls upon us :


Rare Egyptian ! Of us must Pompey presently be sought,

Eno. Upon her landing Antony sent to her,
Or else he seeks out us.

Invited her to supper: she replied,
Where lies he?

It should be better he became her guest,
Cæs. About the Mount Misenum.

Which she entreated. Our courteous Antony, Ant.

What's his strength Whom ne'er the word of “No” woman heard speak, By land?

Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast; Cæs. Great, and increasing; but by sea

And for his ordinary pays his heart
He is an absolute master.

For what his eyes eat only.
So is the fame.


Royal wench:!
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it; She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed ;
Yet, cre we put ourselves in arms, despatch we He plough'd her, and she cropp’d.
The business we have talk'd of.


I saw her once Ces.

With most gladness; Hop forty paces through the public street; And do invite you to my sister's view,

And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, Whither straight I'll lead you.

That she did make defect perfection, Ant.

Let us, Lepidus, And, breathless, power breathe forth.
Not lack your company.

Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Noble Antony,

Eno. Never; he will not.
Not sickness should detain me.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale [Flourish. Exeunt CÆSAR, ANTONY, and Lepidus. Her infinite variety: other women cloy Mec. Welcome from Egypt, sir.

The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Eno. Half the heart of Cæsar, worthy Mecænas !- Where most she satisfies ; for vilest things my honourable friend, Agrippa !

Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Agr. Good Enobarbus!

Bless her when she is riggish. Mec. We have cause to be glad, that matters are so Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle well digested. You stay'd well by it in Egypt. The heart of Antony, Octavia is

Eno. Ay, sir ; we did sleep day out of countenance, A blessed lottery to him. and made the night light with drinking.

Agr. Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, and but twelve persons there; is this true ?


you abide here. Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had Eno.

Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily SCENE III.—The Same. A Room in Cæsar's House. deserved noting. Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be

Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, Octavia between them ;

Attendants. Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed Ant. The world, and my great office, will sometimes up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

Divide me from your bosom. Agr. There she appeared indeed, or my reporter Octa.

All which time, devised well for her.

Before the gods my knee shall bow with prayers Eno. I will tell you.

To them for you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,


Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Burnd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Read not my blemishes in the world's report : Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that

I have not kept my square, but that to come The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.-Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made Good night, sir. The water, which they beat, to follow faster,

Cæs. Good night. [Exeunt Cæsar and Octavia. As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,

Enter a Soothsayer. It beggar'd all description : she did lie

Ant. Now, sirrah: you do wish yourself in Egypt. In her pavilion, (cloth of gold and tissue)

Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature : on each side her,

Ant. If you can, your reason ? Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, Sooth. I see it in my motion, have it not in my With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem tongue : but yet hie you to Egypt again. To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, Ant. Say to me, whose fortune shall rise higher, And what they undid, did.

Cæsar's, or mine?

O, rare for Antony ! Sooth. Cæsar's.
Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, Therefore, 0 Antony! stay not by his side :
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,

Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit wbich keeps thee, is
And made their bends adornings : at the helm Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Where Cæsar's is not; but near him thy angel
Smell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, Becomes afeard, as being o'erpower'd : therefore,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge Make space enough between you.
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense


Speak this no more. Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast

Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. Her people out upon her; and Antony,

If thou dost play with him at any game, Enthron'd i' the market-place, did sit alone,

Thou art sure to lose ; and, of that natural luck, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, He beats thee 'gainst the odds : thy lustre thickens,

square to her.

you thither!

When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit


Madam, madam,Is all afraid to govern thee near him,

Cleo. Antony's dead ?But, he away, 'tis noble.

If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress :
Get thee gone :

But well and free,
Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him.- If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here

[Exit Soothsayer. My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand, that kings He shall to Parthia.—Be it art, or hap,

Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him ;

Mess. First, madam, he is well. And in our sports my better cunning faints


Why, there's more gold. Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds : But, sirrah, mark, we use His cocks do win the battle still of mine,

To say, the dead are well : bring it to that,
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever

The gold I give thee will I melt, and pour
Beat mine, in hoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt : Down thy ill-uttering throat.
And though I make this marriage for my peace, Mess. Good madam, hear me.


Well, go to, I will ; l' the east my pleasure lies.-0! come, Ventidius, But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony You must to Parthia : your commission's ready; Be free, and healthful, why so tart a favour Follow me, and receive it.

[Exeunt. To trumpet such good tidings? if not well, SCENE IV.-The Same. A Street.

Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with snakes,

Not like a formal man.
Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and Agrippa.


Will't please you hear me? Lep. Trouble yourselves no farther: pray you, hasten Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st: Your generals after.

Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, 'tis well;
Sir, Mark Antony

Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Rich pearls upon thee.
Which will become you both, farewell.


Madam, he's well.

We shall,

Well said. As I conceive the journey, be at Mount

Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Before you, Lepidus.


Thou'rt an honest man. Lep. Your way is shorter;

Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. My purposes do draw me much about :

Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. You'll win two days upon me.


But yet, madam,Mec. Agr.

Sir, good success! Cleo. I do not like “but yet," it does allay Lep. Farewell.

[Exeunt. The good precedence; fie upon “but yet!" SCENE V.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

“But yet” is as a gaoler to bring forth Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Some monstrous malefactor. Pr’ythee, friend,

Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody food The good and bad together. He's friends with Cæsar; Of us that trade in love.

In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say’st, free

. Attend. The music, ho !

Mess. Free, madam ? no; I made no such report: Enter MARDIAN.

He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian. Cleo.

For what good turn ? Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Mess. For the best turn i' the bed.

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, Cleo.
As with a woman.—Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Mar. As well as I can, madam.

Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon

thee! Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though 't come too short,

Mess. Good madam, patience. The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now.


What say you ?-Hence, Give me mine angle, -we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray

Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Like balls before me: I'll unhair thy head. Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up,

[She hales him up and down. I'll think them every one an Antony,

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, And say, Ab, ha ! you're caught.

Smarting in lingering pickle. Char. 'Twas merry, when Mess.

Gracious madam, You wager'd on your angling; when your diver I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he

Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, With fervency drew up.

And make thy fortunes proud : the blow thou hadst Cleo.

That time,-0 times ! Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night And I will boot thee with what gift beside I laugh'd him into patience : and next morn,

Thy modesty can beg. Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;


He's married, madam. Then, put my tires and mantles on him, whilst Cleo. Rogue! thou hast liv'd too long. [Draws a Knife

. I wore his sword Philippian.

Enter Elis, a Messenger.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Erit

. O! from Italy ?- Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,

The man is innocent. That long time have been barren.

Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder-bolt.

I am pale, Charmian.

[Strikes him down.

[Strikes him again.

Nay, then I'll run.Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures

The senators alone of this great world, Turn all to serpents ! - Call the slave again :

Chief factors for the gods. I do not know, Though I am mad, I will not bite him.-Call. Wherefore my father should revengers want, Char. He is afeard to come.

Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar, Cleo.

I will not hurt him. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, These hands do lack nobility, that they strike There saw you labouring for him. What was it, A meaner than myself; since I myself

That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir. Made the all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus, Re-enter Elis, the Messenger.

With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom, Though it be honest, it is never good

To drench the Capitol, but that they would To bring bad news: give to a gracious message

Have one man but a man? And that is it An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell

Hath made me rig my navy, at whose burden Themselves, when they be felt.

The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant Mess. I have done my duty.

To scourge th' ingratitude that despiteful Rome Cleo.

Is he married ? Cast on my noble father. I cannot hate thee worser than I do,


Take your time. If thou again say, Yes.

Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails ; Mess.

He's married, madam. We'll speak with thee at sea : at land, thou know'st Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there How much we do o'er-count thee. still ?


At land, indeed, Mess. Should I lie, madam ?

Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house : Cleo.

0! I would, thou didst, But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, So half my Egypt were submerg'd, and made Remain in't as thou may'st. A cistern for scal'd snakes. Go, get thee hence:


Be pleas'd to tell us, Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me

(For this is from the present) how you take Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married ?

The offers we have sent you. Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.


There's the point. Cleo.

He is married ? Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh Mess. no offence, that I would not offend you: What it is worth embrac'd. To punish me for what you make me do,


And what may follow, Seems much unequal. He is married to Octavia. To try a larger fortune. Cleo. O! that his fault should make a knave of thee, Pom.

You have made me offer That art not! What! thou’rt sure of ?-Get thee hence: Of Sicily, Sardinia ; and I must The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome, Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send Are all too dear for me : lie they upon thy hand,

Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon, And be undone by 'em !

[Exit Messenger. To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back Char.

Good your highness, patience. Targes undinted.
Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'à Cæsar. Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
Char. Many times, madam.


Know then, Cleo.

I am paid for’t now. I came before you here, a man prepar'd
Lead me from hence;

To take this offer; but Mark Antony
I faint.- O Iras! Charmian !- 'Tis no matter. Put me to some impatience. Though I lose
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him

The praise of it by telling, you must know,
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,

When Cæsar and your brother were at blows, Her inclination, let him not leave out

Your mother came to Sicily, and did find The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.- Her welcome friendly. [Exit Alexas. Ant,

I have heard it, Pompey; Let him for ever go ? let him not-Charmian, And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,

Which I do owe you.
The other way
he's a Mars.Bid


Let me have your hand. [To Mardian. I did not think, sir, to have met you here. Bring me word, how tall she is.—Pity me, Charmian,

[They take Hands. But do not speak to me.--Lead me to my chamber. Ant. The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,

[Exeunt. That call’d me timelier than my purpose hither,

For I have gain'd by it.
SCENE VI.-Near Misenum.

Flourish. Enter Pompey and Mexas, at one side, with There is a change upon you.

Since I saw you last,
Drum and Trumpet : at another, CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, Pom.

Well, I know not Antony, Enobarbus, Mecænas, with Soldiers march- What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face, ing.

But in my bosom shall she never come, Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you


To make my heart her vassal. And we shall talk before we fight.


Well met here. Cæs.

Most meet,

Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.--Thus we are agreed. That first we come to words; and therefore have we I crave, our composition may be written, Our written purposes before us sent,

And seal'd between us. Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know


That's the next to do. If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,

Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let us And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,

Draw lots who shall begin. That else must perish here.


That will I, Pompey. Pom.

all three,

Pom. No, Antony, take the lot; but, first

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