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Ant. Make me not offended

In your distrust.

Caf. I've faid.

Ant. You fhall not find,

Though you be therein curious, the leaft caufe
For what you feem to fear; fo the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans ferve your ends!
We will here part.

Caf. Farewell, my dearest fifter, fare thee well ;The elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy fpirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

O. My noble brother!

Ant. The April's in her eyes: it is love's spring, And thefe the fhowers to bring it on; be chearful. Oft. Sir look well to my husband's house; and→ Caf What, Octavia ?

Oct. I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; "the fwan's down

feather,

"That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide,

"And neither way inclines.

Eno Will Cæfar weep?

Agr. He has a cloud-in's face,

Eno He were the worfe for that, were he a horfe ;; So is he, being a man.

Agr. Why, Anobarbus?

When Antony found Julius Cæfar dead,

He cried almost to roaring; and he wept,

When at Philipi he found Brutus flain.

Eno. That year indeed he was troubled with a

rheum;

What willingly he did confound, he wail'd;

Believe't, till I wept too,

Gef. No, fweet Octavia,

You thall hear from me ftill; the time fhall not

Outgo my thinking on you.

Ant. Come, Sir, come,

I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.

Look, here I have you; [Embracing him.] thus I let you.

And give you to the gods.,

[go,,

Gef. Adieu, be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the flars give light

To thy fair way!

Caf. Farewel, farewel!

Ant. Farewel!

[Kifles Octavia.

[Trumpets found., Exeunt.

SCENE III. Changes to the palace in Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cleo. Where is the fellow?

Alex. Half afraid to come.

Gleo. Go to, go to, come hither, Sir.

Enter the Messenger as before.

Alex. Good Majesty!

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,

But when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo. That's Herod's head.

I'll have.

But how, when Antony is gone,

Through whom I might command it! Come thou gear. Me. Moft gracious Majefty,.

Cleo. Didft thou behold.

Octavia ?

Me. Ay, dread Queen.

Cleo. Where?

Me. In Rome, Madam.

I look'd her in the face, and faw her led

Between her brother and Mark Antony.

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Cleo. Is the as tall as me?

Me. She is not, Madam.

Gleo. Did't hear her fpeak? is fhe fhrill-tongu'd or

low?

Me. Madam, I heard her speak, she is low-voic'd. Gleo. That's not fo good; he cannot like her long. Ghar. Like her? oh lfis! 'tis impoffible.

Gleo. I think fo, Charmian; dull of tongue and What majesty is in her gate? remember, [dwarfish,. If e'er thou look'dft on majesty.

Mel. She creeps;

Her motion and her station are as one
She fhews a body rather than a life,

A ftatue than a breather.

Gleo. Is this certain?

Mef. Or I have no obfervance *.
Char. Three in Ægypt
Cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing..

I do perceive't, there's nothing in her yet.
The fellow has good judgement.

Char. Excellent.

Cleo. Guels, at her years, I pr'ythee.
Me. Madam, fhe was a widow.
Cleo. Widow? Charmian, hark.
Me And I do think he's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? is't long, or round ?

Me. Round even to faultiness.

Cleo. For the most part too,

They're foolish that are so.

Her hair, what colour?>

Me. Brown, Madam; and her forehead As low as fhe would with it.

Gleo. There's gold for thee.

Thou must not take my former fharpness ill,
1 will employ thee back again; I find thee
Moft fit for bufinefs. Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepar❜d.

Char. A proper man.

[Exit Meflenger.

Cleo. Indeed he is fo; I repent me much, That fo I harried him.

Why, methinks by him

This creature's no fuch thing.

Char. O, nothing, Madam.

Gleo. The man hath feen fome majesty, and should

know.

Char. Hath he feen majefty? Ifis elfe defend!

And ferving you fo long?

Cleo. I've one thing more to afk him yet, good

Charmian :

But 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me :
Where I will write: all may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, Madam.

[Exeunt

S CE NE IV.- Changes to Athens,

Enter Antony and Octavia.

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that;

~ observance, for observation, or ability of obferving

my

That were excufable, that and thousands more

Of femblable import; but he hath wag'd

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read is To public ear; fpoke fcantily of me;

When perforce he could not

But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly

He vented them; molt narrow meature lent me ;
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,,
Or did it from his teeth.

O. Oh, my good Lord,

Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,

If this divifion chance, ne'er flood between,
Praying for both parts: the good gods will mock me,
When I fhall pray, Oh, bleis my Lord and husband !.
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

Oh, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,,
Prays, and deftroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt thefe extremes at all.

Ant. Gentle Octavia,

Let your best love draw to that point which feeks
Best to preserve it; if I lofe mine honour,

I lose myself; better I were not your's,

'Than your's fo branchlefs. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between's; the mean time, Lady,
I'll raife the preparation of a war,

Shall ftrain your brother; make your fooneft haste;
So, your defires are your's.

Oct. Thanks to my Lord.

The Jove of power make me, most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! wars 'twixt you 'twain would be
As if the world fhould cleave, and that flain men
Should folder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your difpleafure that way; for our faults
Can never be to equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
Chute your own company, and command what coft
Your heart has mind to.
[Exeunt.

Enter Anobarbus and Eros,

Eno. How now, friend Eros ?

Eros. There's strange news, come, Sir.
Eno What, man?

Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made war upon Pompey.
Eno. This is old; what is the fuccefs?

Eros. Cæfar, having made ufe of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, prefently denied him rivalty, would not let him partake in the glory of the action; and not resting here, accufes him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. Upon his own appeal, feizes him; fo the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

Eno. Then 'would thou hadst a pair of chaps, no more: and throw between them all the food thou haft, they'll grind the other. Where's Antony?

Eros. He's walking in the garden thus; and fpurns The rush that lies before him. Cries," Fool Lepidus !?" And threats the throat of that his officer,

That murder'd Pompey.

Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.

Eros. For Italy and Cæfar; more, Domitius, My Lord defires you prefently; my news

I might have told hereafter.

Eno, Twill be naught; but let it be; bring me to› Antony.

Eros. Come, Sir..

[Exeunt..

SCENE V. Changes to the palace in Rome.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas,

[more,,

Caf Contemning Rome, he has done all this and
In Alexandria; here's the manner of it:
I' th' market-place on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publickly inthron'd; at the feet, fat
Cæfario, whom they call my father's fon;
And all the unlawful iffue, that their luft

Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'tablishment of Ægypt, made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,

Abfolute Queen.

Mec. This in the public eye?

Caf' th' common fhew place, where they exercise, His fons were there proclaim'd the Kings of Kings;

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