Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me; And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cas. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate One great competitor: from Alexandria This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes More womanly than be: hardly gave audience, or A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Cas. You are too indulgent: let us grant, it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes him, Associate or partner. + Procured by his own fault. (As his composure must be rare indeed, ' Whom these things cannot blemish); yet must An tony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge, Enter a MESSENGER. Lep. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report Cas. I should have known no less : It hath been taught us from the primal state, And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved, till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads Lack blood to think on't, and flush it youth revolt: Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Than could his war resisted. Cas. Antony, Leave thy lascivions wassels. When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Lep. It is pity of him. Cas. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain Did shew ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, Assemble we immediate council: Pompey Thrives in our idleness. Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Cas. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you 'shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, Sir, To let me be partaker. Cas. Doubt not, Sir; I knew it for my bond §. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Charmian, Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora ||. Feastings: in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassals. Stagnant, slimy water. + Urine. A sleepy potion. Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. You think of him Too much. Cleo. O, treason! Char. Madam, I trust, not so. Cleo. Thou, eunuch! Mardian! Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no plea sure In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee, Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam: for I can do nothing But what in deed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. O Charmian. Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horse! For wot'st thou whom thou movest? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonett of men.-He's speaking now, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? With most delicious poison :-Think on me, Enter ALEXAS. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath) With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Unmanned. + A helmet. Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd,-the last of many doubled kisses, This orient pearl;-his speech sticks in my heart. Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, 3. Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry? Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition!-Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him: He was not sad; for he would shine on those So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.- Char. O that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you. Cleo. My sallad days; When I was green in judgment :-Cold in blood," Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day. [Exeunt. |