SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and
IRAS.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Eno. Think, and die.

Cleo. Is Antony or we in fault for this?

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other, why should he follow ? The itch of his affection should not then Have nicked his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world opposed, he being The meréd question: "T was a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.

Something particular. His coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon

As i' the command of Cæsar. I dare him, therefore, To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me (declined), sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show Against a sworder!-I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdued His judgment too.

Enter THYREUS.

Cæsar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo. None but friends: say boldly.

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know Whose he is we are; and that's Cæsar's.

I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking; for
Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit ENOBARBUS.
Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar

What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon but it would warm his spirits
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.

Say to great Cæsar this:-In deputation

I kiss his conquering hand: tell him I am prompt To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel: Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. "T is your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand.

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say
"God quit you!" be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

The hornéd herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly were like

A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.-Is he whipped?

Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS.

1st Atten. Soundly, my lord.

Ant. Cried he, and begged he pardon? 1st Atten. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipped for following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee:
Shake thou to look on 't.-Get thee back to Cæsar,
Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry:
And at this time most easy 't is to do it;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike

My speech and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchised bondman, whom.
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou.
Hence, with thy stripes; begone! [Exit THYREUS.
Cleo. Have you done yet?

Let our best heads

Cæs. Know that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight:-within our files there are Of those that served Marc Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in.-See it be done; And feast the ariny: we have store to do 't, And they have earned the waste.-Poor Antony! [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHAR-
MIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.
No.

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better He is twenty men to one.

Ant.

To-morrow, soldier,

[fortune,

By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well!
Eno. I'll strike, and cry "Take all!"
Ant. Well said; come on.-
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
[Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand;
Thou hast been rightly honest:-so hast thou ;-
Thou, and thou,-and thou :-you have served

me well,

And kings have been your fellows:What means this?

Cleo.

Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow

[Aside.

2nd Sol. It will determine one way: fare you Heard

you of nothing strange about the streets?

1st Sol. Nothing: what news?

[to you.

:

1st Sol. Walk let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

[They advance to another post. 2nd Sol. How now, masters? Sol. How now?-How now?-Do you hear this? [Several speaking together.

1st Sol. Ay: is 't not strange? 3rd Sol. Do you hear, masters; do you hear? 1st Sol. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter:

Let's see how 't will give off. Sol. [Several speaking.] strange!

Content.

"T is

[Exeunt.