Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Cafar's is not. But, near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd; and therefore Make space' enough between you.. Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.. If thou doft play with him at any game, Thou'rt fure to lofe: and, of that natural luck, Is all afraid to govern thee near him.. Ant. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would fpeak with him. [Exit Sooth: He fhall to Parthia ;—be it art, or hap, When it is all to nought: and his quails ever Enter Ventidius. You must to Parthia, your commission's ready: [Exeunt. Enter Lepidus, Mecenas, and Agrippa. Lep. Trouble yourselves no farther pray you, haften Your Generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kifs Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Lep. 'Till I fhall fee your Soldiers' drefs, As I conceive the journey, be at th' mount Lep. Your way is fhorter, My purposes do draw me much about; Both. Sir, good fuccefs. Lep. Farewel. Cleo. SCENE V. Changes to the Palace in Alexandria. [Exeunt. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas. IVE me fome mufic: mufic, moody food G1 Of us that trade in love Omnes. The mufic, hoa! Enter Mardian the Eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone, let's to billiards: come, Charmian. Char. My arm is fore, beft play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an Eunuch play'd, As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, Sir? Mar. As well as I can, Madam. Cleo. And when good will is fhew'd, tho't come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now. Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river, there, Tawny-finn'd fish; my bended hook shall pierce Char. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver · Cleo. That time!-oh times!. I laught him our of patience, and that night Ram thou thy faithful tidings in mine ears, Mef. Madam! Madam! Cleo. Antony's dead? If thou fay fo, villain, thou kill'ft thy mistress: that Kings If thou fo yield him, there is gold, and here we use But, firrah, mark, To fay, the dead are well: bring it to that, Mef. Good Madam, hear me. But there's no goodnefs in thy face. If Antony Thou fhould't come like a fury crown'd with fnakes, Mef. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to ftrike thee, ere thou fpeak'ft; Yet, if thou fay Antony lives, 'tis well, Or friends with Cæfar, or not captive to him, I'll fet thee in a fhower of gold, and hail Mef. Madam, he's well. Cleo. Well faid. Mef. And friends with Cafar. Cleo. Thou'rt an honeft man. Mef. Cæfar and he, are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mef. But yet, Madam Clen. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence; fie upon but yet: But yet is as a jaylor to bring forth Some monftrous Malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, The good and bad together: he's friends with Cafar, Cleo. For what good turn? Mef. For the beft turn i' th' bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian Mef. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious peftilence upon thee! Mef. Good Madam, patience. [Strikes him down. [Strikes him. Cleo. What fay you? [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingring pickle. Mef. Gracious Madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Mef. Mef. He's married, Madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou haft liv'd too long. Mef. Nay, then I'll run: [Draws a dagger. What mean you, Madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good Madam, keep yourself with your felf. The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderboltMelt Egypt into Nile; and kindly creatures Turn all to ferpents! call the flave again ; Though I am mad, I will not bite him; call. Char. He is afraid to come. Cleo. I will not hurt him. Thefe hands do lack nobility, that they ftrike Have given myself the cause. Come hither, Sir. Re-enter the Meffenger. Though it be honeft, it is never good To bring bad news; give to a gracious message Mef. I have done my duty. Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worfer than I do, If you again fay, Yes. Mef. He's married, Madam. Cleo. The Gods confound thee! doft thou hold there ftill? Mef. Should I lie, Madam? Cleo. Oh, I would, thou didft; So half my Egypt were fubmerg'd, and made Thou wouldst appear moft ugly: he is married ?— Cleo. He is married? Mef. |