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Beat mine, in-hoop'd at odds. I will to Egypt ;
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Lep. Till I shall see you in your foldier's dress,
Mec. We shall,
Lep. Your way is shorter,
Both, sir, good luccess.
SCENE V. Changes to the palace in Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmían, Iras, and Alexas.
Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
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 thew'd, tho't come too The actor may plead pardon I'll none now.
[short, Give me mine angle, we'll to the river, there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-fion'd filh ; my bended hook thuill pierce VOL. VII.
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
Char. 'Twas merry when
Cleo. That time !-oh times !-
Enter a Messenger.
Mef. Madam ! Madam !
Cleo. Antony's dead?
Mes. First, Madam, he is well.
Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, firrah, mark, we To say, the dead are well: Bring it to that, [use The gold I give thee, will I met and pour Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Mes. Good Madam, hear me.
Cleo. Well, go to, I will: But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony Be free and healthful, why so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings ? if not well, Thou should'It come like a fury crown'd with snakes, Not like a formal * man.
Mef. Will't please you hear me?
Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st; Yet if thou fay Antony lives, 'tis well, Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, I'll set thee in a fhower of gold, and bail
* Formal for ordinary,
Rich pearls upon thee *.
Mell. Madam, he's well.
Cleo. I do not like But yet, it does allay
Mel. Free, Madam! no: I made no such report, He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo. For what good turn?
[Strikes bim down. Mef. Good Madam, patience, Cleo. What say you ?
[Strikes binte Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; l'll unhair thy head :
[She hales him up and down. * It was a ceremony among the eastern nations, at coronations, triumphs, and great festivals, that their kings sitting in state had showers of gold, and pearl, and precious stones, poured down upon them. To which custom Milton alfo alludes :
Or where the gorgeous cast with richest hand
Show'rs on her king's bath.ric pearl and gold. Bi 2. v. 3. This fact is verified by historians. In the life of Timor Bec or-Tamerlane, written by a Persian, a contoniporary author, are the follow. ing words, as they are translated by Mons. Petit de la Croix, in the account there given of his coronation, B. 2. chap. 1.
Les princes du fang royal & les emirs repandirent à pleines mains fur sa tête quantité d'or L de pierreries, selon la coûtume,
And at ihe bottom of the page is this note ;
Cette coûtume fubfijte encore aujourdhui, non seulement au couronne ment des princes, mais encore aux marriages des particuliers,
t procedence, for precedent.
Thou Malt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Mell. Gracious Madam,
Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
Mel. He's married, Madam.
[Draws a dagger. Mel. Nay, then I'll run: What mean you, Madam? I have made no fault. [Exit.
Char. Good Madam, keep yourself within yourself, The man is innocent.
Gleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt-
Ghar. He is afraid to come..
Cleo. I will not hurt him.
Re-enter the Melenger.
Mel I have done my duty.
Cleo. Is he married !
Mel. He's married, Madam,
Cleo. Oh, I would thou didlt;
Hadit thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
Mej. I crave your Highness' pardon.
Mel. Take no offence, for I would not offend you ;
Clo, Oh, that his faults should make a knave of theé, That sayst but what thou'rt sure of! -Get thee hence; The merchandizes thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me : Lie they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em!
[Exit Mel Char. Good your Highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais’d Cæsar. Char. Many times, Madam.
Cleo. I am paid for it now. Lead me from hence, I faint; oh Iras, Charmian--'tis no matter Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him Report the feature of O&avia, her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly,Let him for ever go
-let him not, Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, Th' other way he's a Mars. Bid you Alexas Bring word how tall the is : pity me, Charmian, But speak not to me, Lead me to my chamber.
[Exeunt; SCE N E VI. Changes to the cost of Italy, near Mifenum, Enter Pompey and Menas, at one door with drum and
trumpet; at and her, Cæfar, Lepidus, Antony, ÆBo. barbus, Mecænas, Agrippa, with Soldiers marching;
Pom. Your hostages I have, fo have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight.
Cæf. Most meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have weOur written purposes before us sent; Which if thou hast consider'd, let us know. If. 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,,