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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,
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.
Ces. Doubt not, Sir;
I knew it for my bond §.
SCENE V.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN.
Cleo. Ha, ha !—
Give me to drink mandragora ||.
• Feastings: in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassals.
Stagnant, slimy water.
|| 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
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
Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.
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?
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?
+ A helmet.
Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,-the last of many doubled kisses,-
Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
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
O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad, or merry,
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.→
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,
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
Lep. Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS.
Eno. And yonder, Cæsar.
Enter CESAR, MECENAS, and AGRIFPA.
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
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.
Ant. Sit, Sir!
Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not
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
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
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,
Cas. You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgment to me; but
Ant. Not so, not so;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
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
Use bad arts or stratagems.
+ Subject of conversation.