Mef. Take no offence, that I would not offend you; To punish me for what you make me do, Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia. Cleo. Oh, that his fault fhould make a knave of thee, That fay'ft but what thou'rt fure of! -Get thee hence, The merchandifes, thou haft brought from Rome, Lie they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em! Char. Good your Highness, patience. Cleo. In prailing Antony, I have difprais'd Cæfar. Char. Many times, Madam. Cleo. I am paid for it now: lead me from hence, I faint; oh Iras, Charmian- -'tis no matter.Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him Report the feature of Octavia, her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly,- [Exeunt. Changes to the Coast of Italy, near Misenum. Enter Pompey and Menas, at one door, with drum and trumpet: At another, Cæfar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mecænas, Agrippa, with foldiers marching. Pom. OUR hoftages I have, fo have you mine; Yand we fail talk before we fight. Caf. Moft meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have we Our Our written purposes before us fent ; Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, Caf. Take your time. Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy fails, We'll fpeak with thee at fea. At land, thou know'ft, How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land, indeed, Thou doft o'er-count me of my Father's house. Remain in't, as thou may'ft. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the prefent.) how you take The offers we have sent you. Caf. There's the point. Ant. Which do not be intreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Caf. And what may follow To try a larger fortune. Pom. You've made me offer Of Of Sicily, Sardinia: and I muft Rid all the fea of Pirates; then to fend Omnes. That's our offer. Pom. Know then, I came before you here, a man prepar'd Put me to fome impatience.-Though I lose Ant. I have heard it, Pompey, And am well ftudied for a liberal thanks, Pom. Let me have your hand: I did not think, Sir, to have met you here. Ant. The beds i'th' Eaft are soft; and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither: For I've gain'd by it. Caf. Since I faw you laft, There is a change upon you. Pom. Well, I know not, What counts hard fortune cafts upon my face; But in my bofom the fhall never come, To make my heart her vaffal. Lep. Well met here. Pomp. I hope fo, Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I crave, our compofition may be written And feal'd between us. Caf. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feaft cach other, ere we part, and let's Draw lots who shall begin. Ant. That I will, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: But, firft or laft, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall Shall have the fame. I've heard, that Julius Cæfar Ant. You have heard much. Eno. A certain Queen to Cæfar in a mattress. And well am like to do; for, I perceive, Pom. Let me fhake thy hand, I never hated thee: I have feen thee fight, Eno. Sir, I never lov'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye, Pom. Enjoy thy plainnefs, It nothing ill becomes thee; Aboard my Galley I invite you all. Will you lead, Lords? All. Shew's the way, Sir. Pom. Come. [Exeunt. Manent Enob. and Menas. Men. Thy Father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this Treaty. You and I have known, Sir. Eno. At fea, I think. Men. We have, Sir. Eno. You have done well by water. Men. And you by land. Eno. I will praise any man that will praife me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. Men. Nor what I have done by water. Eno Eno. Yes, fomething you can deny for your own fafety: you have been a great thief by fea. Men. And you by land. Eno. There I deny my land-fervice; but give me your hand, Menas, if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kiffing. Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. Eno. But there is ne'er a fair woman, has a true face. ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do, fure, he cannot weep't back again. Men. You've faid, Sir; we look'd not for Mark Antony here; pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Eno. Cafar's Sifter is called Octavia. Men. True, Sir, fhe was the Wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But now fhe is the Wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray ye, Sir? Eno. 'Tis true. Men. Then is Cæfar and he for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this Unity, I would not prophesy so. Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties. Eno. I think fo too. But you fhall find, the band, that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the very ftrangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and ftill converfation. Men. Who would not have his Wife fo? Eno. Not he, that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian Dish again; then fhall the fighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæfar, and, as I faid before, that which is the ftrength of their amity, fhall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will ufe his affection where it is: He married but his occafion here. VOL. VIII. L Men. |