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If thou with Cæsar paragon again
By your most gracious pardon,
My sallad days,
When I was green in judgment :-cold in blood,
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be it as our gods will have 't! It only stands
[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
To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,
Let Antony look over Cæsar's head,
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?
not so ;
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.
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,
Admir'd Octavia : great Mark Antony
Say not so, Agrippa :
Were well deserv'd for rashness.
Agrippa farther speak.
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
No worse a husband than the best of men,
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,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
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
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,
And sway our great designs.
There is my hand.
, . 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,
And made a gap in nature.
Rare Egyptian ! Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Eno. Upon her landing Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied,
It should be better he became her guest,
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
For what his eyes eat only.
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.
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Eno. Never; he will not.
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.
Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit wbich keeps thee, is
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.
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 :
But well and free,
[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,
The gold I give thee will I melt, and pour
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.
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;
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
Madam, he's well.
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.
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.
. 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.
Know then, Cleo.
I am paid for’t now. I came before you here, a man prepar'd
To take this offer; but Mark Antony
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
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.
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.
Since I saw you last,
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.
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.
Pom. No, Antony, take the lot; but, first