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.

Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square.

[Aside.

The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.

Enter THYREUS.

[Aside.

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. Shall I say to Cæsar

Thyr. 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.

Cleo.

What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind messenger,

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?

Ant.

Alack, our terrene moon

Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!

Cleo.

I must stay his time.

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.

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Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow

shoots

Out of the mind.

Ant.

And thou art honest too.I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clapped up together in An Antony; that I might do you service So good as you have done.

[Aside.

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night; Scant not my cups; and make as much of me As when mine empire was your fellow too And suffered my command.

May be it is the period of your duty:

This is a soldier's kiss [Kisses her]: rebukable
And worthy shameful check it were to stand
On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave
thee

Now like a man of steel.-You that will fight,
Follow me close: I'll bring you to 't.-Adieu.
[Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, Officers, and Soldiers.
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
Cleo.
Lead me.

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might

Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony-but now -Well, on.

[Exeunt.

[Exit AGRIPPA. Cæs. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nooked world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Antony is come into the field.
Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Cæsar hath hanged him. Canidius and the

rest

That fell away have entertainment, but No honourable trust. I have done ill: Of which I do accuse myself so sorely That I will joy no more.

Sol.

Enter a Soldier of CESAR'S.
Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus. The messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

I tell you true. Best that you safed the bringer
Out of the host: I must attend mine office,
Or would have done 't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit Soldier.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have

paid

My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my

heart:

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do 't,
I feel.

I fight against thee!-No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die: the foul'st best

fits My latter part of life.

[Exit.