Royal wench! For what his eyes eat only. Agr. She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed; Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street; And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never; he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. SCENE III-The Same. A Room in CAESAR'S House. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants. Ant. The world, and my great office, will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. Octa. All which time, Before the gods my knee shall bow with prayers Ant. Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square, but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.— Good night, sir. Cas. Good night. [Exeunt CESAR and OCTAVIA. Enter a Soothsayer. Ant. Now, sirrah: you do wish yourself in Egypt. Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither! Ant. If you can, your reason? Sooth. I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet hie you to Egypt again. Ant. Say to me, whose fortune shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or mine? Sooth. Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony! stay not by his side: Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Where Cæsar's is not; but near him thy angel Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, Is all afraid to govern thee near him, But, he away, 't is noble. Ánt. Get thee gone : Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him. [Exit Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, I' the east my pleasure lies.—O! come, Ventidius, SCENE IV.-The Same. A Street. [Exeunt. Enter LEPIDUS, MECENAS, and Agrippa. Lep. Trouble yourselves no farther: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. 1 a fear in f. e. Mec. As I conceive the journey, be at Mount1 Lep. My purposes do draw me much about: We shall, Your way is shorter; Sir, good success! Lep. Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love. Attend. The music, ho! Enter MARDIAN. Cleo. Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian. Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, Ah, ha! you 're caught. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Cleo. That time.-O times! Enter ELIS, a Messenger.3 O! from Italy?— Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. 1 Mt. Misenum. 2 Tawney-fine in folio. Theobald made the change. 3 Enter a Messenger: in f. e. Mess. Cleo. Antony's dead ?— Madam, madam, If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress: But well and free, If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here Mess. First, madam, he is well. But, sirrah, mark, we use Why, there's more gold. To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, Mess. Good madam, hear me. Well, go to, I will; But there's no goodness in thy face. Thou shouldst come like a fury crown'd with snakes, Not like a formal man. Mess. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st: Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, 't is well; Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, Rich pearls upon thee. Mess. Cleo. Madam, he's well. Well said. Thou 'rt an honest man. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Cleo. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. But yet, madam,— Mess. Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together. He's friends with Cæsar; In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. Mess. Free, madam? no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. For what good turn? Mess. For the best turn i' the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he 's married to Octavia. Mess. Good madam, patience. [Strikes him down. What say you?-Hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle. Mess. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say, 't is not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue! thou hast liv'd too long. [Draws a Knife. Mess. Nay, then I'll run.What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder-bolt.— Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents -Call the slave again: Though I am mad, I will not bite him.—Call. Char. He is afeard to come. I will not hurt him. Cleo. Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious message Mess. I have done my duty. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say, Yes. 1 Re-enter Messenger: in f. e. |