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Cas. Antony,

Leave thy lascivious 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,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle‡
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did

The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now),
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

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
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To 'front this present time.

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.

Ces. Doubt not, Sir;

I knew it for my bond §.


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


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.
My bounden duty.

+ Urine.

|| A sleepy potion.

Char. Why, madam?

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of


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


In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,

That, being unseminar'd *, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt.

Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.

Cleo. Indeed?

Hast thou affections?

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 burgonet of men.-He's speaking now,

Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me; now I feed myself
With most delicious poison :-Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspéct, and die
With looking on his life.


Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hatha With his tinct gilded thee.

How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

* Unmanned.

+ A helmet.

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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.
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot
To mend the petty present, I will piece

Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And soberly did mount a termagant steed,

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


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
That make their looks by his he was not merry;
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy: but between both :

O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;

So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts?
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?

Cleo. Who's born that day

When I forget to send to Antony,

Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.→
Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian,

Ever love Cæsar so?

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,

If thou with Cæsar paragon again

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,
To say, as I said then!-But, come, away:

Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.


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Lep. Your speech is passion:

But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.


Eno. And yonder, Cæsar.


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Cæs. I do not know,

Mecænas; ask Agrippa.

Lep. Noble friends,

well here, to Parthia:

That which combined us was most great, and let


A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,

May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit

Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,

(The rather, for I earnestly beseech),

Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness+ grow to the matter.

Ant. 'Tis spoken well:

Were we before our armies, and to fight,

I should do thus.

Cas. Welcome to Rome.

Ant. Thank you.

Cæs. Sit.

Ant. Sit, Sir!

Ces. Nay,


Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not

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Or, being, concern you not.

Cæs. I must be laugh'd at,

If, or for nothing, or a little, I

Should say myself offended; and with you
Chiefly i' the world: more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your


It not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Egypt, Cæsar,

What was❜t to you?

Cas. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there

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Did practise

on my state, your being in Egypt Might be my question t.

Ant. How intend you, practised?

Cas. You may be pleased to catch at mine intent, By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother,

Made wars upon me; and their contestation

Was theme for you, you were the word of war. Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother


Did urge me in this act: I did inquire it;

And have my learning from some true reports ‡, That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather

Discredit my authority with yours;

And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.

Cas. You praise yourself

By laying defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your excuses.

Ant. Not so, not so;

I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,

Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which 'fronted mine own peace.
As for my


I would you had her spirit in such another: The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle ||

You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!

Ant. So much uncurable, her garboils ¶, Cæsar, Made out of her impatience (which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too), I grieving grant, Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must But say, I could not help it.

Cas. I wrote to you,

When rioting in Alexandria; you

Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missive ** out of audience.

Use bad arts or stratagems.

+ Subject of conversation.

§ Opposed.

** Messenger.

|| Bridle.

Reporters. Commotions.

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