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The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Ant. The April's in her eyes : It is love's spring, Than gain, which darkens bim.

And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cbeerfol. I could do more to do Aptonius good,

Octa. Sir, look' well to my husband's bonse; But 'twould offend him; and in his offence

and Should my performance perish.


What, Sil.

Thou hast, Ventidus, Octavia? That without which a soldier, and his sword,

Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to An Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can tony ?

Her heart inform her tongue : the swan's dowa Ven. I'll hambly sigoify what in his name,

That magical word of war, we have effected; That stands upon the swell at fall of tide,
How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, And neither way inclines.
The ne'er-yet beaten horse of Parthia

Eno. Will Cæsar weep? (Aside to Agrippa.) We have jaded out o'the field.


He has a cloud in's face. Sil.

Where is he now? Eno. He were the worse for that, were be a Ven. He purposeth to Atbens : wbither, with

horse ; what haste

So is be, being a man. The weight we must convey with us will permit, Agr.

Why, Enobarbus? We shall appear before him.-On, there ; pass When Antony found Jalius Cæsar dead, along.

[Exeunt. He cried almost to roaring: and he wept, Scene II.Rome. An Ante-Chamber in Cæsar's When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. House.

Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting.

a rheum; Agr. What, are the brothers parted ?

What willingly be did confound, he wail'd:

Believe it, till I weep too. Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he


No, sweet Octavia, is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps

You shall bear from me still; the time shall not To part from Rome : Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Out-go my thinking on you.

Come, sir, come; Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled

I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: With the green sickness. Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus.

Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
Eno. A very fine one : 0, how he loves Cæsar!

And give you to the gods.

Adieu ; be happy! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark An

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light tony! Eno. Cæsar ? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

To thy fair way!

Cæs. Farewell, farewell ! (Kisses Octavia.) Agr. What's Antony ? The god of Jupiter.


Farewell ! Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How? the nonpareil!

[Trumpets sound. Exeunt. Agr. O Antony ! O thou Arabian bird !

Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,--Cæsar;- SCENE III.--Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. go no further.

(praises. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent

Eno. But he loves Cæsar best ;-Yet he loves

Cleo. Where is the fellow ?
Antony :


Half afеard to come. Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,

Cleo. Go to, go to :-Come hither, sir,
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, namber, ho, his

Enter a Messenger.


Good majesty, To Antony. But as for Cæsar,

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

But when you are well pleas’d.

Both he loves.

Tbat Herod's head
Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. I'll bave: But how? when Antony is gone,

(Trumpets.) This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Through whom I might command it. Come thoa Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

Mess. Most gracious majesty, Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Cleo.

Didst thou behold Ant. No further, sir.

Octavia ?
Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself; Mess. Ay, dread queen.
Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife


Where? As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest Mess.

Madam, in Rome band

I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Shall pass on thy approof.—Most noble Antony, Between her brother and Mark Antony. Let not the piece of virtue, which is set

Cleo. Is she as tall as me? Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,


She is not, madam. To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter

Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she sbrill-tonga'd, The fortress of it: for better might we

or low?

(voic'd. Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low. This be not cherish'd.

Cleo. That's not so good :-he cannot like ber Ant. Make me not offended

In your distrust.

Char. Like her? 0 Isis ! 'tis impossible.
I have said.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian : Dull of tongue, and
You shall not find,

dwarfish -
Though you be therein curious, the least cause What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! Mess.

She creeps; We will here part.

Her motion and ber station are as one: Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; She shews a body rather than a life; The elements be kind to thee, and make

A statue, than a breather. Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well.


Is this certain ? Octa. My noble brother!

Mess, Or I have no observance.


Let your best love draw to that point, which seoke Already, will their good thoughts call from him.


Three in Egypt Can never be so equal, that your love Cannot make better note.

Can equally move with them. Provide your going ; Cleo.

He's very knowing, Choose your own company, and command wbat I do perceiv't:—There's nothing in her yet :

cost The fellow has good judgment.

Your heart has mind to.

[Exeunt. Char.


Scene V.-The same. Another Room in the same.
Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.

Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.


Eno. How now, friend Eros?
She was a widow,

Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Widow ?_Charmian, hark.

Eno. What, man?
Mess. And I do think, she's thirty:


Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind?" is it long,

Eno. This is old ; what is the success ?
or round?

Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the
Mess. Round even to faultiness.
For the most part too, would not let him partake in the glory of the

wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; They are foolish that are so.--Her hair, what co

action: and pot resting here, accuses him of letters lour?

(low he had formerly wrote to Pompey;. upon his own Mess. Brown, madam : And her forehead is as

appeal, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till As she would wish it.

death enlarge his contine.
There is gold for thee.

Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, Thou must not take my former sharpness ill :

no more ; I will employ thee back again ; I find thee

And throw between them all the food thou hast, Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messenger.

They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony ?

Eros. He's walking in the garden—thus; and
A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much,

The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! That so I harry'a bim. Why, methinks, by him,

And threats the throat of that his officer,
This creatnre's no such thing.

That murder'd Pompey.

O, nothing, madam.

Our great navy's rigged.
Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and

Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius ; should know.

My lord, desires you presently: my news
Char. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend,

I might have told hereafter.
And serving you so long!


'Twill be naught: Cleo. I have

one thing more to ask him yet, But let it be. Bring me to Antony. good Charmian :

Eros. Come, sir.

(Eseunt. But 'tis no inatter ; thou shalt bring him to me, Where I will write: All may be well enough,

SCENE VI.-Rome. A Room in Cæsar's house. Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, and MecÆNAS.

Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: SCENE IV.Athens. A Room in Antony's house.

And more ;

In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it, -
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, I'the market-place, on a tribunal silver's,
That were excusable, that, and thousands more Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Of semblable import,--but he hath wag'd

Were publicly enthron'd: at the feet, sat New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son; read it

And all the unlawful issue, that their last To public ear:

Since then hath made between them. Unto her Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her Bat pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, He vented them ; most narrow measure lent me:

Absolute queen. When the best hint was given him, he not took't, Mec.

This in the public eye? Or did it from his teetb.

Cæs. I' the common shew-place, where they Octa. O my good lord,

exercise. Believe not all; or, if you must believe,

His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,

Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd Praying for both parts :

Syria, Cilicia, and Phænicia: She And the good gods will mock me presently, In the habiliments of the goddess Isis When I shall pray, 0, bless my lord and husband! That day appear'd: and oft before gave audience, Uodo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

As 'tis reported, so. 0, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, Mec.

Let Rome be tbas Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway Inform'd. 'Twixt these extremes at all.

Agr. Who, queasy with bis insolence Ant.


Cæs. The people know it; and have now receiv'd Best to preserve it: If I lose mine bonour, His accusations. I lose myself: better I were not yours,


Whom does he accuse? Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Cæs. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily Yourself sball go between us : The mean tiine, lady, Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him I'll raise the preparation of a war

His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; Some shipping unrestor’d: lastly, he frets, So your desires are yours.

That Lepidus of the triumvirate Octa.

Thanks to my lord. Should be depos’d; and, being, that we detain The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, All his rerenue. Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be


Sir, this should be answer'd. As if the world should cleave, and that slain inen Cæs. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. Shoald solder up the rift.

I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel ; Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, That he his high authority abus'd, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults And did deserve his change; for what I've conquer'd


I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, Scene VII.-Antony's Camp, near the Proportory And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I

of Actium. Demand the like,

He'll never yield to that.

Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it bot. Cæs. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.

Eno. But, why, why, why?

Cleo. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars;

And say'st, it is not fit. Ocla. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear


Well, is it, is it? (not we Cæsar!

Cleo. I'st not? Denounce against us, why sboald Cæs. That ever I should call thee, cast-away! Be there in person? Octa. You have not call'd me so, nor have you

Eno. (Aside.) Well, I could reply

[come not If we should serve with horse and mares together, Cæs. Why have you stol’n upon us thus? You The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear Like Cæsar's sister : The wife of Antony

A soldier, and his horse. Should have an army for an usher, and


What is't you say ! The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,

Eno. Your presence needs most puzzle Antoay; Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way

Take from his heart, take from his brain, from bis Should have borne men ; and expectation fainted,

time, Longing for what it had not: Day, the dust

What should not then be spar'd. He is already Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,

Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome, Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented

Manage this war. The ostent of our love, which, left unshewn,

Cleo. Sink Rome ; and their tongues ret, Is often left anlov'd: we should have met you

That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the By sea, and land ; supplying every stage

war, With an augmented greeting.

And, as the president of my kingdom, will Octa.

Good my lord,

Appear there for a man. Speak not against it; To come thus was I not constrain’d, but did it

I will not stay behind. On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,


Nay, I have done :
Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted Here comes the emperor.
My grieved ear withal : whereon, I begg'd

His pardon for return.
Which soon he granted, That from Tarentum, and Brundasium,


Is't not strange, Canidios, Being an obstruct 'tween his last and him. Octa. Do not say so, my lord,

He could so quickly cut the Iovian sea, Cæs. I have eyes upon him, And take in Toryne ?—You have heard ca't,

And his affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he now?

Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd,
My lord, in Athens.

Than by the negligent.

Ant. Cæs. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra

A good rebuke, Hath nodded him to ber. He hath given his em

Which might have well becom'd the best of men, pire

To taapt at slackness.-Canidius, we Up to a whore ; who now are levying

Will fight with him by sea.

Cleo. The kings o'the earth for war: He hath assembled

By sea! What else? Bocchus, the king of Lybia ; Archelaus,

Can. Why will my lord do so?

For be dares as to't.
Of Cappadocia ; Philadelphos, king
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas :

Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single ligbt. King Malchus of Arabia; king of Pont;

Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king

Where Cæsar fought with Pompey: But these Of Comagene ; Polemon and Amintas,

offers, The kings of Mede, and Lycaonia, with a

Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off; More larger list of sceptres.

And so should you. Octa. Ah me, most wretched, Your mariners are maleteers, reapers, people


Your ships are not well mann'd:
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do afflict each other!

Ingross'd by swift impress: in Cæsar's fleet
Welcome bither :

Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought : Your letters did withhold our breaking forth:

Their ships are yare ; yours, heavy. No disgrace Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led,

Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart : Being prepar'd for land.

Ant. Be you not troubled with the time, which drives

By sea, by sea, O'er your content these strong necessities;

Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away But let determin'd things to destiny

The absolute soldiership you have by land; Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome : Distract your army, which doth most consist Notbing more dear to me. You are abus'd

Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Beyond the mark of thought: and the higb gods,

Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego To do you justice, make them ministers

The way which promises assurance; and
Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort; / Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
And ever welcome to us.

From firm security.
Welcome, lady.


I'll fight at sea. Mec. Welcome, dear madam.

Cleo. I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better. Each beart in Rome does love and pity you :

Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we bard; Only the adulterous Antony, most large

And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of In his abominations, turns you off';

Actium And gives bis potent regiment to a trall,

Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail, That noises it against us.

Enter a Messenger.
Is it so, sir?

We then can do't at land.—Thy basiness?
Cæs. Most certain, Sister, welcome: Pray you, Mess. The news is true, my lord; he is descried ;
Be ever known to patience : My dearest sister!

Cæsar has taken Toryne. [Exeunt. Ant. Can he be there in person ? 'tis impossible;

Strange, that his power shonld be.—Canidius, Eno.

That I beheld: mine eyes Qar nineteen tegions thou shalt hold by laud, Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not And our twelve thousand horse :-We'll to our Endure a further view. ship;


She once being loof'd Enter a Soldier.

The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Away, my Thetis !-How now, worthy soldier? Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,

Sold. Ó noble emperor, do not fight by sea; Leaving the fight in height, fies after her: Trust not to rotten planks. Do you

inisdoubt I never saw an action of such shame; This sword, and these my wounds ? Let the Egyp- Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before tians,

Did violate so itself. And the Phænicians, go a ducking; we


Alack, alack! Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,

Enter CANIDIUS. And fighting foot to foot.

Can. Our fortane on the sea is out of breath, Ant.

Well, well, away. And sinks most lamentably. Had our general [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Been what he knew himself, it had gone well : Enobarbus.

0, he has given example for our flight, Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i'the right.

Most grossly, by his own.

(night Can. Soldier, thou art : but bis whole action

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good grows Indeed.

(A side.) Not in the power on't: So our leader's led,

Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. And we are women's men.

Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend Sold.

You keep by land What furtber comes. The legions and the horse whole, do you not?


To Cæsar will I render Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,

My legions, and my horse; six kings already Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea :

Shew me the way of yielding. But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's Eno.

I'll yet follow Carries beyond belief.

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sold. While he was yet in Roine, Sits in the wind against me.

(Exeunt. His power went out in such distractivns, as

Scene IX.- Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Beguil'd all spies. Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you ?

Enter ANTONY and Attendants. Sold. They say, one Taurus.

Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more Can. Well I know the man.


It is asbam'd to bear me!--Friends, come hitber. Enter a Messenger.

I am so lated in the world, that I Mess. The emperor calls for Canidias.

Have lost my way for ever :- I have a ship Can. With news the time's with labour; and throes forth,

Laden with gold take that, divide it; fly, Each minute, some.


And make your peace with Cæsar.

Fly! not we.
Scene VIII.-A Plain near Actium.

Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed Enter CÆSAR, TAURUS, Officers, and others.


(gone; Cæs. Taurus,

To run, and shew their shoulders.-Friends, be-
My lord.

I have myself resolv'd upon a course,
Cæs. Strike not by land; keep whole: Which has no need of you ; be gone.
Provoke not battle, till we have done at sea. My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-0,
Do not exceed the prescript of this scroll :

I follow'd that I blush to look upon :
Our fortune lies upon this jump. (Exeunt. My very hairs do mutiny; for the white

Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon side o'the hill, For fear and doting.-Friends, be gone; you shall In eye of Cæsar's battle ; from wbich place

Have letters from me to some friends, that will We may the number of the ships behold,

Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, And so proceed accordingly.


Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint

Which my despair proclaims ; let that be left Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his land Army one Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway: tay over the stage; and Taurus the Lieutenant I will possess you of that ship and treasure. of Cæsar, the other way. After their going in, is Leave me, I pray, a little : 'pray you now : heard the noise of a sea-fight.

Nay, do so; for indeed, I have lost command, Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS.

Therefore I pray you :-I'll see you by and by. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can bebold

(Sits down.) no longer :

Enter Eros and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,

and JRAS. With all their sixty, fly, and tarn the rudder ;

Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him :-Comfort To see't, mine eyes are blasted.

Iras. Do, most dear queen.

[him, Enter SCARUS.

Char. Do! Why, what else? Scar.

Gods, and goddesses, Cleo. Let me sit down. O Jano! All the whole synod of them!

Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

What's thy passion? Eros. See you here, sir?
Scar. The greater cantle of the world is lost Ant. O fy, fy, fy.
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away

Char. Madam,
Kingdoms and provinces.

Iras. Madam; O good empress! Eno.

How appears the fight? Eros. Sir, sir,Scar. On our side like the token'd pestilence, Ant. Yes, my lord, yes :-He, at Philippi, kept Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag of His sword even like a dancer, while I struck Egypt,

The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I, Wbom leprosy o'ertake! i' the midst o'the fight,- That the mad Bratus ended: he alone When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. The brize upon her, like a cow in June,

Cleo. Ah, stand by. Hoists sails and flies.

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen.

Us op

Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him ; From thine invention, offers : women are not, He is unqualitied with very shame.

In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perCleo. Well then,-Sustain me:-0!


(reus, Eros. Most noble sir, arise ; the queen ap- The ne'er-touch'd vestal : Try thy canning, Thyproaches;

Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Her heads declin’d, and death will seize her; bat Will answer as a law. Your comfort makes the rescue.


Cæsar, I go. Ant. I bave offended reputation ;

Cæs. Observe how Antony becomes bis flaw; A most unnoble swerving.

And whhat thou think'st his very action speaks Eros. Sir, the queen.

In every power that moves. Ant. 0, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, Thyr.

Cæsar, I shall. [Ereunt. How I convey my shame out of thine eyes

SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. By looking back on what I have left behind

Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and 'Stroy'd in dishonour.

O my lord, my lord!

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought,


Think, and die. You would have follow'd. Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in faalt for this?

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,

Lord of his reason. What although you fled And thou should'st tow me after : 'O'er my spirit

From that great face of war, whose several ranges Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that

Frighted each other? why should be follow ? Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods

The itch of his affection should not then
Command me.
Cleo. 0, my pardon.

Have nick'd his captainship ; at such a point,

When half to balf the world oppos’d, he being Ant.

Now I must

The mered question: 'Twas a shame no less To the youyg man send humble treaties, dodge

Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And palter in the shifts of lowness; who

And leave his navy gazing. With half the bulk o’the world play'd as I pleas'd,


Pr'ytbee, peace. Making, and marring fortunes." You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that


Ant. Is this bis answer?
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause,

Eup. .

Ay, my lord.
O pardon, pardon.

The queen Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates

Shall then bave courtesy, so she will yield
All that is won and lost : Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me-We sent our schoolmaster,

Eup. He says so.
Is he come back ?-Love, I am full of lead :-


Let her know it. Some wine, within there, and our viands :-For- To the boy Caesar send this grizzled bead, tune knows,

And he will fill thy wishes to the brim We scorn ber most, when most she offers blows. With principalities.

[Exeunt. Cleo.

That head, my lord ?
Scene X.-Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt.

Ant. To him again ; Tell him, he wears the rose

Of youth upon him ; from which the world should Enter CÆSAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and others.

note Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony.- Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, Know you him ?

May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Dol.

Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: Under the service of a child, as soon An argument that he is pluck’d, when hither

As 'i the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,

To lay his gay comparisons apart,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers, And answer me declin’d, sword against sword,
Not many moons gone by.

Ourselves alone : I'll write it; follow me.

(Exeunt Antony and Euphroruias. Cas.

Approach, and speak. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony: Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the sbew I was of late as petty to his ends,

Against a sworder.~Í see men's judgments are As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf

A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward To his grand sea.

Do draw the inward quality after them, Cæs.

Be it so; Declare thine office. To suffer all alike. That be should dream, Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Knowing all measures, the fall Cæsar will Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, Answer his emptiness Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd He lessens his requests; and to thee sues

His judgment too. To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,

Enter an Attendant, A private man in Albens : This for him.


A messenger from Cæsar. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness ;

Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves

women ! The circle of the Ptolemies for ler heirs,

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, Now bazarded to thy grace.

That kneelid unto the buds.-Admit him, sir. Cæs.

For Antony,

Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. I have no ears to his request. The queen

(Aside.) Of audience, nor desire, shall fail ; so she

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, Our faith mere folly: Yet, he, that can endure
Or take his life there : This if she perforin, To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
She shall not sue unbeard. So to them both. Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
Eup. Fortave pursue thee!

And earns a place i' the story.
Bring him through the bands.

[Exit Euphronius. Cleo.

Cæsar's will? To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch; Thyr. Hear it apart. From Antony win Cleopatra : promise ( To Thyréus) Cleo. None but friends ; say boldly. And in our name, what she requires; add more Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

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