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Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must An

. tony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't:) but, to confound such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own state, and ours,—'tis to be chid As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment.

. Enter a Messenger. Lep.

Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every

hour,
Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
Cæs.

I should have known no less :-
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wish’d, until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov’d, till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear’d, by being lack'd. This common body,
Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,

6 So great weight in his lightness.] The word light is one of Shakspeare's favourite play-things. The sense is--His trifling levity throws so much burden upon us.

i Call on him fort:] Call on him, is, visit him. Says CæsarIf Antony followed his debaucheries at a time of leisure, I should leave him to be punished by their natural consequences, by surfeits and dry bones. JOHNSON.

The discontents repair,] That is, the malecontents,

Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide," :-
To rot itself with motion.
Mess.

Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,

Make the sea serve them; which they ear' and wound , With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads

They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't,” and flush youth revolt:
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more,
Than could his war resisted.
Cees.

. Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did fainine follow ; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle :
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did

. deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: And all this

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i lackeying the varying tide,] i. e. floating backwards and forwards with the variation of the tide, like a page, or lackey, at his master's heels.

I- which they ear --] To ear, is to plough.
2 Lack blood to think on't,] Turn pale at the thought of it.

I and Aush youth -] Flush youth is youth ripened to manhood; youth whose blood is at the flow.

thy lascivious wassels.] W'assel is here put for intemperance in general.

4 gilded puddle --] There is frequently observable on the surface of stagnant pools that have remained long undisturbed, a reddish gold coloured slime: to this appearance the poet here refers.

(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,) Was borne so like a soidier, that thy cheek

So much as lank'd not. . Lep.

It is pity of him.
. Cæs. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
Assemble we immediate council; Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
- Lep.

To-morrow, Cæsar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To 'front this present time..
Ces.

Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. · Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know

mean time
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.

Cæs.
I knew it for my bond."

Doubt not, sir;

[Exeunt.

AR

SCENE V.
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN.

Cleo. Charmian,
Char. Madam.

Cleo. Ha, ha!
Give me to drink mandragora."
Char.

Why, madam?

I knew it for my bond.] That is, to be my bounden duty. - mandragora.] A plant of which the infusion was supposed to procurę sleep.

Cher: Thou, eu What's thee sing:

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of

time,
My Antony is away.
Char.'

You think of him
Too much.
Cleo. O, treason!

Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch! Mardian!
Mar.

What's your highness' pleasure? . Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no

pleasure
In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections:

Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
Cleo. Indeed?

Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what in deed is honest to be done:
Yet I have fierce affections, and think,
What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo.

o Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely,' horse! for wot'st thou whom thou

mov'st? .. The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men. -He's speaking now, . Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? For so he calls me; Now I feed myself With most delicious poison:-Think on me, That am with P Qbus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was

8 And burgonet of men.] A burgonet is a kind of helmet. 9 Broad-fronted Cæsar,] In allusion to Cæsar's baldness.

A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect, and die
With looking on his life.

Enter ALEXAS.
Alex. '

- Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from hiin, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.' --
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses,
This orient pearl;--His speech sticks in my heart.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alex.

Good friend, quoth he,
Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And soberly did muunt a terinagant steed, 2
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
Cleo.

What, was he sad, or merry? Alex. Like to the time o' the year between

the extremes Of heat and cold; he was nor sad nor merry.

Cleo. O well-divided disposition !-Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note

him:

- that great medicine hath

With his tinct gilded thee.] Alluding to the philosopher's stone, which, by its touch, converts base metal into gold. The alchemists call the matter, whatever it be, by which they performa transmutation, a medicine. JOHNSON.

2 cm termagant sted, ] Termagant means furious.

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