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Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Alex.

Show him your hand. Ant. Then mnst thou needs find out new hea

Enter ENOBARBUS.
ven, new earth.
Enter an Attendant,

Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wins Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Cleopatra's health to drink.

(enough, Ant.

Grates me :The sum. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:

Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows Char. Pray then, foresee me one. If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent Sooth. You shall be yet fairer than you are. His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this: Char. He means, in flesh. Take in that kingdom, and en franchise that; Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Char. Wrinkles forbid ! Anl.

How, m love! Alex. Ves not his prescience; be attentive. Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like,

Char. Hush!

[loved. You must not stay here longer, your dismission Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beIs come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Char. I had rather heat my liver withdrinking. Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's, I would Alex. Nay, hear him. say?-Both ?

Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Call in the messengers.-- Aslam Egypt's queen, Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine and widow them all: let me have a child at Is Cæsar's homager; else so thy cheek pays fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: shame,

(sengers. find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.--The mes- companion me with my mistress. [serve. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melti and the wide Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you

Char. () excellent! I love long life better than Of the rang’d empi:e fall! Here is my space; figs.

(former fortune Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer Feeds beast as man; the nobleness of life Than that which is to approach. Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, Char. Then, belike, my children shall have

(Embracing. no names: Prythee, how many boys and And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind, wenches must I have ? On pain of punishinent, the world to weet, Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, We stand up peerless.

And fertile every wish, a million. Ciro.

Excellent falsehood ! Char, Out, fool; I forgive thee for a witch. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ? Alex. You think none but your sheets are I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony

privy to your wishes. Will be himself.

Char. Nay, come, tell Tras hers. Ant.

But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Let's not confound the time with conference shall be-drunk to bed.

[thing else. harsh :

Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if noThere's not a minute of our lives should stretch Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth Without some pleasure now: What sport to- famine.

(soothsay. Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. (night? Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot Ant.

Fye, wrangling queen! Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear,To weep; whose every passion fully strives Prythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. To make itself, in whee, fair and admir'd! Sonth. Your fortunes are alike. No messenger; but thine and all alone, [note Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. Tonight, we'll wander through the streets, and Sooth. I have said.

(she? The qualities of people. Come, my queen : Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than Last night you did desire it:--Speak not to us. Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune

Exeunt Ant. and ('leo. with their Train. better than I, where would you choose it? Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Iras. Not in my husband's nose.

Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! He comes too short of that great property Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.--0, let Which still should go with Antony.

him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, Dem.

I'in full sorry,

I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give That he approves the common liar, who him & worse! and let worse follow worse, till Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this

[Exeunt. prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more SCENE II. The same. Another Room.

weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!

Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer Enter CHARMIAN,IRAS, ALEXAs,anda Soothsayer. of the people ? for, as it is a heart-breaking to

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckwhere's the soothsayer that you praised so to olded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, fortune him accordingly! you say, must change his horns with garlandsi Char, Amen. Alex. Soothsayer.

Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to Sooth. Your will?

(know things ? make me a cuckold, they would make themChar. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that selves whores, but they'd do't.

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony. A little I can read.

Char,

Not he, the queen

Enter CLEOPATRA,

Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

My idleness doth hatch.-How now! EnobarEno. No, lady.

bus! Cleo. Was he not here?

Enter ENOBARBUS. Char. No, madam.

Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth; but on the Ant. I must with haste from hence. sudden

[bus, Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We A Roman thought hath struck him.- Enobar- see how mortal an unkindness is to them: if Eno, Madam.

they suffer our departure, death's the word. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's

Ant. I must be gone.
Alexas ?

slord approaches.

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing; Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. though, between them and a great cause, they

should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have (Exeunt Cleo. Exo. ALEX. Iras, CHAR. seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moSoothsayer, and Attendants.

ment: I do think there is mettle in death, which Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. commits some loving act upon her, she hath such Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

a celerity in dying. Mess. Ay:

Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. But soon that war had end, and the time's state

Eno. Alack, sir, no ; her passions are made Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We Cæsar,

cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, tears; they are greater storms and tempests than Upon the first encounter, drave them.

almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning Ant,

Well, in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as What worst?

well as Jove. Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Ant. 'Would, I had never seen her! Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward. Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonOn:

(thus; derful piece of work: which not to bave been Things, that are past, are done, with me.- 'Tis blessed withal, would have discredited your Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Ant. Fulvia is dead.

(travel. I hear him as he flatter'd.

Eno. Sir? Mess.

Labienus

Ant. Fulvia is dead. (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Eno, Fulvia ? Extended Asia from Euphrates;

Ant. Dead. His conquering banner shook from Syria Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful saTo Lydia, and to lonia;

crifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take Whilst

the wife of a man from him, it shows to man Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,

the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that Mess.

0, my lord!

when old robes are worn out, there are memAnt. Speak to me home, mince not the gene-bers to make new. If there were no more woral tongue;

men but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome : the case to be lamented; this grief is crowned Railthou in Fulvia's phrase:and taunt my faults with consolation; your old smock brings forth With such full licence, as both truth and malice a new petticoat and, indeed, the tears live in Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth an onion, that should water this sorrow. weeds,

[us, Ant. The business she hath broached in the When our quick winds lie still: and our ills told Cannot endure my absence.

[state, Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile. Eno. And the business yon have broached here

Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Erit. cannot be without you; especially that of CleoAnt. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. 1 Au. The man from Sicyon.- Is there such Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers 2 Alt. He stays upon your will. [a one? Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Ant,

Let him appear,—The cause of our expedience to the queen, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, And get her love to part. For not alone Enter another Messenger.

The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,

Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Or lose myself in dotage.---What are you? Of many our contriving friends in Rome 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.

Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Ant.

Where died she? Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands 2 Mess. In Sicyon :

(rious The empire of the sea : our slippery people Her length of sickness, with what else more se- (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Importeth thee to know, this bears.

Till his deserts are past), begin to throw

[Gives a letter. Pompey the Great, and all his dignities, Ant.

Forbear me.- Upon his son: who, high in name and power,

[Exit Messenger. Higher than both in blood and life, stands up There's a great spirit gone: Thus did I desire it: For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, What our contempts do often hurl from us, The sides o' the world may danger: Much is We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, breeding, By revolution lowering, does become Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ; And not a serpent s poison. Say, our pleasure, The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her To such whose place is under us, requires on,

Our quick remove from hence. I must from this enchanting queen break off; Eno. I shall do't.

(Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd (en;
Enter CLEOPATRA,CHARMIAN,'Iras, and Alexas. Upon the present state, whose numbers threat-

And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
Cleo. Where is he?
Char.
I did not see him since. And that which most with you should safe my

By any desperate change: My more particular,
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what Is Fulvia's death.

(going, he does

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give I did not send you :- If you find him sad,

me freedom, Say, I am dancing: if in mirth, report

It does from childishness.-Can Fulvia die? That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. Ant. She's dead, my queen:

[E.cit ALEXAS. Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best: dearly,

See, when and where she died. You do not hold the method to enforce

Cleo.

O most false love! The like from him.

Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill Cleo.

What should I do, I do not?! With sorrowful water? I see, I see, Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. in nothing

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, lose him.

(bear; As you shall give the advice ; by the fire, Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, for. That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, In time we hate that which we often fear.

Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
Enter ANTONY.

As thou affect'st.
But here comes Antony.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Cleo.

I am sick, and sullen. But let it be.--I am quickly ill, and well; Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur- So Antony loves. pose,

(fall; Ant.

My precious queen, forbear;
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall And give true evidence to his love, which stands
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature An honourable trial.
Will not sustain it.

Cleo.

So Fulvia told me. Now, my dearest queen,- I prythee, turn aside, and weep for her ; Cleo. 'Pray you, stand further from me. Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Ant.

What's the matter? Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene Clo. I know, by that same eye, there's some of excellent dissembling; and let it look good news.

Like perfect honour.
What says the married woman? You may go;

You'll heat my blood ; no more.
'Would, she had never given you leave to come! Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is moetly.
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, Ant. Now, by my sword,-
I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Cleo.

And target,-still he mends ; Ant. The gods best know,

But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee, CharCleo.

0, never was there queen mian, So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first, How this Herculean Roman does become I saw the treasons planted.

The carriage of his chafe.
Ant.

Cleopatra,
Ant.

I'll leave you, lady.
Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine Cleo. Courteous lord, one word,
and true,

Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Sir, you and I have lov’ds--but there's not it; Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous mad- That you know well: Something it is I wouid, -ness,

o, my oblivion is a very Antony, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, And I am all forgotten. Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant.

But that your royalty 4nt.

Most sweet queen,- Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your For idleness itself. going,

Cleo.

'Tis sweating labour, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, To bear such idleness so near the heart Then was the time for words :-Nogoing then;- As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me ; Eternity was in our lips and eyes ;

Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence;
But was a race of heaven: They are so still,

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
Or thou, the greatest soldier in the world, And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Sit laureld victory! and smooth success
Ant.

How now, lady! Be strew'd before your feet! Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st Ant.

Let us go. Come; There were a heart in Egypt.

[know Our separation so abides, and flies, Ant.

Hear me, queen; That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, The strong necessity of time commands And I, hence fleetig, here remain with thee. Our services & while; but my full heart Away.

[Ezeunt. Remains in use with you. Our Italy

SCENE IV.
Shines o'er with civil swords ; Sextus Pompeius

Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's House.
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers

Enter OCTAVIUSCÆSAR, LEPIDUS,and Attendants. Breeds scrupulous faction; The hated, grown Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth to strength,

(pey, know, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Poin' It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Our great competitor: From Alexandria

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This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps, Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy It is reported, thou did'st eat strange flesh, More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Which some did die to look on: And all this Vouchsard to think he had partners: You shall (It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now), find there

Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek A man, who is the abstract of all faults

So much as lank'd not. That all men follow.

Lep.

'Tis pity of him. Lep.

I must not think, there are Cæs. Let his shames quickly
Evils enough to darken all his goodness: Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change, Thrives in our idleness.
Than what he chooses.

[is not
Lep.

To-morrow, Cæsar,
Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let us grant it I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit

To 'front this present time. And keep the turn of tipling with a slave;

Cæs.

Till which encounter, To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet It is my business too. Farewell. (mean time With knaves that smell of sweat; say this be Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know comes him,

Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir
(As his com posure must be rare indeed, To let me be partaker.
Whom these things cannot blemish), yet must Cæs.

Doubt not, sir;
Antony

I knew it for my bond.

(Exeunt. No way excuse his soils, when we do bear

SCENE V. So great weight in his lightness. If he fillid

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
His vacancy with his voluptousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Enter CLEOPATRA,CHARMIAN IRAs,and MARDIAN.
Call on him for't: but to confound such time, Cleo. Charmian,-
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as Char. Madam.
loud

Cleo. Ha, ha!
As his own state, and ours,—'tis to be chid Give me to drink mandragora.
As we rate boys; who, being mature in know Char.

Why, madam? ledge,

Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, My Antony is away.

(time, And so rebel to judgment.

Char.

You think of him
Enter a Messenger.

Too much.
Lep.

Here's more news. Cleo. 0, 'tis treason! Mess. Thy biddings have been done: and Char,

Madam, I trust, not so. every hour,

Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian! Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no And it appears, he is belov'd of those

pleasure That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports In aught a eunuch has : 'Tis well for thee, The discontents repair, and men's reports That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts Give him much wrong'd.

May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Ces.

I should have known no less ; Mar. Yes, gracious madam. It hath been tanght us from the primal state, Cleo. Indeed ?

thing That he, which is, was wish'd until he were! Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do noAnd the ebbd man ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth But what in deed is honest to be done : love,

[body, Yet I have fierce affections, and think, Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. This common What Venus did with Mars. Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,

Cleo.

O Charmian, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, Where think'st thon he is now ? Stands he, or To rot itself with motion.

sits he? L'ess.

Cæsar, I bring thee word, Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse ? Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, (wound O happy horse, to bear the

weight of Antony! Make the sea serve them: which they ear and Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm (mov'st? They make in Italy: the borders maritime And burgonet of men.--He's speaking now, Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of ou Nile ? No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon For so he calls me : Now I feed myself Taken as seen! for Pompey's name strikes more, With most delicious poison :- Think on me, Than could his war resisted.

That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, Cæs.

Antony, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once Cæsar, Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st When thou wast here above the ground, I was Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my Thought daintily brought up with patience more brow; Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink There would he anchor his aspect, and die The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle With looking on his life, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then

Enter ALEXAS. did deign

Alex.

Sovereign of Egypt, hail! The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!

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Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath No wars without doors; Cæsar gets money, With his tinct gilded thee.

He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, (where How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,

Nor either cares for him. He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses, Men,

Cæsar and Lepidus This orient pearl:–His speech sticks in my Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. [heart. Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
Aler.
Good friend, quoth he, Men.

From Silvius, sir. Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends Pom. He dreams; I know they are in Rome This treasure of an oyster, at whose foot

together, To mend the petty present, I will piece

Looking for Antony: But all the charms of love, Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the cast, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip! Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! And soberly did mount a termagant steed, Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have Keep his brain fuming: Epicurean cooks, Was beastly dumb'd by him.

(spoke Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; Cleo.

What, was he sad, or merry ? That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, Alex. Like to the time o' the year, between Even till a Lethe'd dulness.—How now, Var the extremes

rius! Of heat and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry.

Enter VARRIUS.
Cleo. O well-divided disposition !- Note him, Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
note him;

Expected : since he went from Egypt, tis
He was not sad; for he would shine on those A space for further travel.
That make their looks by his: he was not merry, Pom.

I could have given less matter
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay A better ear.-Menas, I did not think,
In Egypt with his joy: but between both; This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his
O heavenly mingle !-be'st thou sad, or merry, helm
The violence of either thee becomes;

For such a petty war: his soldiership
So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts ? Is twice the other twain: But let us rear

Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers: The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Why do you send so thick ?

Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
Cleo.

Who's born that day The ne'er lust-wearied Antony. When I forget to send to Antony,

Men,

I cannot hope, Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.- Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together: Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian, His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cæsar; Ever love Cæsar 50 ?

His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, Char.

O that brave Cæsar! Not mov'd by Antony. Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! Pom.

I know not Menas, Say, the brave Antony.

How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Char.

The valiant Cæsar? Were't not that we stand up against them all, Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, 'Twere pregnant they should square between Jf thou with Cæsar paragon again

themselves; My man of men.

For they have entertained cause enough Char. By your most gracious pardon, To draw their swords : but how the fear of us I sing but after you.

May cement their divisions, and bind up Cleo.

My sallad days: The petty difference, we yet not know. When I was green in judgment:-Cold in blood, Re it as our gods will have it! It only stands To say, as I said then!-- But, come, away: Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands. Get me ink and paper : he shall have every day Come, Menas.

(Exeunt. A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.

SCENE II. (Exeunt.

Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidus.

Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS.
Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,

And shall become you well, to entreat your cap-
SCENE I.
To soft and gentle speech.

(tain Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. Eno.

I shall entreat him Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and Menas.

To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him, Pon. If the great gods be just, they shall assist Let Antony look over Casar's head,

And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
The deeds of justest men.
Mene,
Know, worthy Pompey, I would not shave't to-day.

Were 1 the wearer of Antonius' beard,
That what they do delay, they not deny.
Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, For private stomaching.

Tis not a time
The thing we sue for.

[decays
Eno.

Every time
Mene.
We, ignorant of ourselves,

Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
Beg often ourown harms; which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,

Lep. But small to greater matters must give

Eno. Not if the small come first. By losing of our prayers.

[way, Pom. I shall do well:

Lep.

Your speech is passion : The people love me, and the sea is mine;

But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes My power's a crescent, and my auguring hope

The noble Antony. Saya, it will come to the full. Mark Antony

Enter AXTONY and VENTIDIUS. Jn Egypt sits at dinner, and will make | Eno.

And yonder, Cæsar,

Art srroud.

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