Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. Mec. We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at mount * Lep. Your way is shorter, My purposes do draw me much about; Mec. Agr. Sir, good success! [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody + food Of us that trade in love. Attend. The music, ho! Enter MARDIAN. Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman :-Come, you'll play with me, Sir ? Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is shew'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now :- And say, Ah, ha! you're caught. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Cleo. That time !-0 times! I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night Mount Misenum. + Melancholy. Enter a MESSENGER. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Cleo. Antony's dead? If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress: If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here Mess. First, madam, he's well. Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark; we use To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, Mess. Good madam, hear me. But there's no goodness in thy face: If Antony Not like a formal man t. Mess. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st: Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him, Rich pearls upon thee. Mess. Madam, he's well. Cleo. Well said. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Cleo. Thou'rt an honest man. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mess. But yet, madam,- Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence ; fie upon but yet: But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, The good and bad together: he's friend with Cæsar; In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. So sour a countenance. A man in his senses. + Preceding. Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. For what good turn? Mess. For the best turn i' the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo. What say you ?-Hence, [Strikes him down. [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast lived too long. Mess. Nay, then I'll run : [Draws a Dagger. What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Cleo. I will not hurt him : These hands do lack nobility, that they strike Re-enter MESSENGER. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious message Recompense. Th An host of tongues; but let ill tidings te I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say, Yes. Mess. He is married, madam. Cleo. The gods confound thee! Dost thou hold there still ? Mess. Should I lie, madam? Cleo. O, I would, thou didst ; So half my Egypt were submerged, and made Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? Cleo. He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you: via. To punish me for what you make me do, thee, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure oft-Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me; lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em! [Exit Messenger. Char. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have dispraised Cæsar. Cleo. I am paid for't now. Lead me from hence, I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-Tis no matter :- The colour of her hair :-Bring me word quickly. [Exit Alexas. Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, [To Mardian. Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Char mian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt. • Whelmed under water. + Beauty. SCENE VI.-Near Misenum. Enter POMPEY and MENAS, at one side, with Drum and Trumpet: at another, CESAR, LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECENAS, with Soldiers marching. Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Cas. Most meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent; Which if thou hast consider'd, let us know Pom. To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, To drench the Capitol; but that they would Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden Cas. Take your time. Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st. How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: Remain in't as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleased to tell us, (For this is from the present ), how you take The offers we have sent you. Cas. There's the point. • Brave. + Haunted. + Affright. |