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Marc Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again : then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is: he married but his occasion here.

Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard ? I have a health for you.

Eno. I shall take it, sir : we have used our throats in Egypt. Men. Come; let's away.


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SCENE VII.-On board Pompey's galley, lying

near Misenum.

Eno. Not till you have slept: I fear me you 'll be in till then.

[ Aside. Lep. Nay, certainly I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things: without contradiction I have heard that. Men. Pompey, a word.

[ Aside. Pom. Say in mine ear: what is 't? Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee,

captain, And hear me speak a word.

Pom. Forbear me till anon.This wine for Lepidus.

Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile?

Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'T is a strange serpent!
Ant. 'T is so: and the tears of it are wet.
Cæs. Will this description satisfy him? [Aside.

Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure. Pom. [ To Menas aside). Go, hang, sir; hang!

Tell me of that? away! Do as I bid you.—Where's this cup I called for?

Men, If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool.

Aside. Pom. I think thou 'rt mad. The matter?



[Walks ande.

Music. Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet.

1st Serv. Here they 'll be, man. Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already: the least wind i'the world will blow them down.

2nd Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. 1st Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink.

2nd Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, “no more:" reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

1st Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2nd Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship. I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave.

1st Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in 't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A Sennet sounded. Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY,

BARBUS, Menas, with other Captains.
Ant. Thus do they, sir [To CÆSAR). They

take the flow o'the Nile
By certain scales i' the pyramid: they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
Or foizon follow: the higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises : as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Ant. Ay, Lepidus.

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun : so is your crocodile.

Ant. They are so.
Pom. Sit; and some wine.-A health to Lepidus.

Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I 'll ne'er out.

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Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou hast served me with much faith:

what's else to say?-Be jolly, lords.

Ant. These quicksands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, or you sink.

Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Pom. What sayst thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world!

That's twice.
Pom. How should that be?

Men, But entertain it,
And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.

Pom. Hast thou drunk well?

Men. No,Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt have 't.

Pom. Shew me which way.
Men. These three world-sharers, these com-

Are in thy vessel :-let me cut the cable;
And when we are put off, fall to their throats :
All then is thine.

Till that the conquering wine hath steeped our


In soft and delicate Lethe.

Eno. All take hands.Make battery to our ears with the loud music :The while I 'll place you. Then the boy shall sing: The holding every man shall bear, as loud As his strong sides can volley. [Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in



Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst have done, And not have spoke on 't. In me 't is villany: In thee it had been good service. Thou must know, 'T is not my profit that does lead mine honour : Mine honour it. Repent that e'er tly tongue Hath so betrayed thine act: being done unknown, I should have found it afterwards well done; But must condemn it now. Desist and drink. Men. For this,

[Aside. I'll never follow thy palled fortunes more. Who seeks, and will not take when once 't is

Shall never find it more.
Pom. This health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him ashore.—I 'll pledge it for him,

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.

Enobarbus, welcome.
Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.

Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. [Pointing to the Attendant who carries off Lepidus.

Men. Why?

Eno. He bears the third part of the world, man: seest not?

Men. The third part, then, is drunk: 'would it were all, that it might go on wheels !

Eno. Drink thou : increase the reels.
Men. Come.
Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the ves-

sels, ho! Here is to Cæsar.

Cas. I could well forbear it.
It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain
And it grows fouler.

Be a child o' the time.
Cæs. Possess it; I'll make answer :
But I had rather fast from all four days,
Than drink so much in one.

Eno. Ha, my brave emperor! [To ANTONY. Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, And celebrate our drink?

Pom. Let's ha 't, good soldier.
Ant. Come, let us all take hands,


Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne:
In thy vats our cares be drowned ;
With thy grapes our hairs be crowned.
Cup us till the world go round:

Cup us till the world go round!
Cæs. What would you more?—Pompey, good

night.-Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business Frowns at this levity.—Gentle lords, let's part: You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Eno

barbe Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks : the wild disguise hath almost Anticked us all. What needs more words?

Good night.-
Good Antony, your hand.

Pom. I 'll try you o'the shore.
Ant. And shall, sir: give 's your hand.

Pom. O Antony, you have my father's house ! But what? we are friends. Come down into the

boat. Eno. Take heed you fall not. [Exeunt Pompey, CÆSAR, ANTONY, & Attendants, Menas, I 'll not on shore.

Men. No, to my cabin.These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. Sound, and be hanged,

sound out!

[4 flourish of trumpets, with drums. Eno. Ho, says 'a !—There's my cap. Men. Ho!-noble captain! Come. [Exeunt,


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SCENE I.-A Plain in Syria.

Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to

Antony ?
Ven. I 'll humbly signify what in his name,
That magical word of war, we have effected :
How with his banners, and his well-paid ranks,
The ne'er-yet beaten horse of Parthia
We have jaded out o' the field.

Sil. Where is he now?
Ven. He purposeth to Athens : whither, with

what haste The weight we must convey with us will permit, We shall appear before him.—On, there ; pass along


Enter Ventidius, as after conquest, with Silius,

and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers: the dead body of Pacorus borne before him. Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck :

and now Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body Before our army.—Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is

warm, The fugitive Parthians follow: spur through

Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and Put garlands on thy head. Ven.

O Silius, Silius, I have done enough. A lower place, note well, May make too great an act : for learn this,

Silius : Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve 's

away. Cæsar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person. Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his fa

Scene II.-Rome. An Antechamber in Cæsar's


Enter Agrippa and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted ? Eno. They have despatched with Pompey;

he is gone :


Who does i' the wars more than his captaio

can, Becomes his captain's captain : and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 't would offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish.

The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome : Cæsar is sad: and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.

Agr. "T is a noble Lepidus.
Eno. A very fine one: O how he loves Cæsar!
Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Marc An-

tony ! Eng. Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. :-gr. What's Antony? the god of Jupiter. Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How! the nonpareil

! Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say “Cæsar!" go no further. Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excel

lent praises.

6 But he loves Cæsar best:—yet he loves !

Antony: 0! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,

Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love
To Antony. But as for Cæsar!
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Agr. Both he loves.
Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle.

[Trumpets. This is to horse.— Adieu, noble Agrippa. Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and fare


Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with

a rheum; What willingly he did confound, he wailed : Believe 't till I weep too.

Cæs. No, sweet Octavia. You shall hear from me still: the time shall not Outgo my thinking on you.

Ant. Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love :Look, here I have you: thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.

Cæs. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!

Cæs. Farewell, farewell! [Kisses Octavia Ant. Farewell! [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

SCENE III.- Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and Octavia. Ant. No further, sir.

Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself: Use me well in it.—Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest

band Shall pass on thy approof.—Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us as the cement of our love, To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it: for better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherished.

Ant. Make me not offended
In your distrust.

Cæs. I have said.

You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause
For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.

Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister; fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Octa. My noble brother!

Ant. The April's in her eyes: it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Becheerful.

Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and,
Cæs. What, Octavia ?
Octa. I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue :—the swan's down

feather, That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, And neither way inclines.

Eno. Will Cæsar weep? [Aside to AGRIPPA.
Agr. He has a cloud in 's face.
Eno. He were the worse for that were he a horse:
So is he being a man.

Agr. Why, Enobarbus?
When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead,
He cried almost to roaring: and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHArmian, Iras, and ALEXAS.

Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex. Half afеard to come.
Cleo. Go to, go to.-Come hither, sir.

Enter a Messenger.
Alex. Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleased.

Cleo. That Herod's head
I'll have: but how? when Antony is gone,
Through whom I might command it.—Come thou

Mess. Most gracious majesty,–
Cleo. Didst thou behold Octavia ?
Mess. Ay, dread queen.
Cleo. Where?

Mess. Madam, in Rome
I looked her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Marc Antony.

Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess. She is not, madam.
Cleo. Didst hear her speak?—is she shrill-

tongued, or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak : she is low

voiced. Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her

long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 't is impossible. Cleo. I think so, Charmian.—Dull of tongue

and dwarfish!--
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.

Her motion and her station are as one:
She shews a body rather than a life;
A statue than a breather.

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Cleo. Is this certain ?
Mess. Or I have no observance,

Char. Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing;
I do perceive 't.—There 's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgment,

Char. Excellent.
Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'y thee.
Mess. Madam, she was a widow.
Cleo. Widow ?-Charmian, hark.
Mess. And I do think she's thirty.
Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind ? is it long

or round?
Mess. Round even to faultiness.

Cleo. For the most part, too,
They are foolish that are so.—Her hair, what

colour? Mess. Brown, madam : and her forehead is as

low As she would wish it.

Cleo. There 's gold for thee : Thou must not take my former sharpness ill. I will employ thee back again : I find thee Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready: Our letters are prepared. [Exit Messenger.

Char. A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed he is so : I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.

Nothing, madam.
Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and

should know.
Char. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long !
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet,

good Charmian : But 't is no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write. All may be well enough. Char. I warrant you, madam.



O my good lord, Believe not all: or, if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts : And the good gods will mock me presently, When I shall pray, "O, bless my lord and hus

band !" Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, “O bless my brother!"— Husband win, win

brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer: no midway 'Twixt these extremes at all!

Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let

your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours, Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us: the meantime, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war Shall stain your brother. Make your soonest haste: So your desires are yours.

Octa. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me (most weak, most

weak!) Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults Can never be so equal that your

love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what

cost Your heart has mind to.


SCENE V.-The same.

Another Room in Antony's House.

Scene IV.-Athens. A Room in Antony's House.

Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,That were excusable; that, and thousands more Of semblable import:- but he hath waged New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and

read it To public ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not But

pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them: most narrow measure lent me: When the best hint was given him, he not took 't, Or did it from his teeth.

Enter ENOBARBUS and Eros, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. There's strange news come, sir,
Eno. What, man?
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon

Eno. This is old : what is the success?

Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let bim partake in the glory of the action; and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey: upon his own appeal, seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps ;

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