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SCENE IX. Changes to Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Ænobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, Ænobarbus? Æne. Drink and die * Cleo, Is Antony, or we, in fault for this ?

Æno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What although you

From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow you?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship, at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
The meered questions 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his Tose, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace..

Enter Antony, with the Ambasador..
Ant. Is that his answer?
Amb. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. The Queen shall then have coartely,
So she will yield us up:

Amb. He lays so.

Ant. Let her know't.
To the boy Cæsar fend this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim.
With princ.palities.

Cleo Thy head, my Lord!:

Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should note. Something particular; his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's, whole ministers would prevail. Under the service of a child, as soon As i'ch' command of Cæfar, i dare him therefore.: To lay his gay co oparitons apart,

* This reply of Ænobarbus seems grounded upon a particularity in the conduct or Ashtony and Cleopatra, which is related by Plutarc'. That, atrer their defeat at Altum, they instituted a society of frier...s, wire catered into engagement to die with them; not abatingio the mean tir ic any part of their luxury, excess, and riot, in which they had lived before.

And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone; I'll write it, follow me: [Exit Antooy..

Æno. Yes, like enough; high-battled Cæsar will
Uostate his happiness, and be staged to th' fhew
Against a fworder.

-" I fee mens’judgements are “ A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward 6. Do draw the inward quality after them, 6. To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will Answer his emptiness! Cæfar, thou hast fubdu'd: His judgement too.

Enter a Servant. Ser. A messenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.

Æno. Mine honesty and I begin to square : [Afide.
Though loyalty well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly ; yet he that can endure.
To follow with allegiance a fallin lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,,
And earns a place i' th’ story.

Enter Thyreus.
Cleo Cæsar's will ?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends ; fay boldly..
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony,

Æno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæsar has;
Or needs not us it Cæsar please. Our master
Will leap to be his friend : for, as you know,
Whole he is, we are, and that's Cæfar's.

Thyr. So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cæsar intreats, ,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'it
Further than he is Cæfar.

Cleo. Go on ;-right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him,
Cico: Oh!

[Alide, Thyr. The cars upon your honour, therefore,,he.

To lean upon.

Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows
What is molt right. Mine bonour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony-Sıf, thou'st so leaky, [Aside.
That we must leave thee to thy linking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

[Exit Æno. Thyr. shall I say to Cæfar What you require of him? He partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunes you would make a Itaff

Bat it would warm his fpirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony, [lorda
And put yourself under his shroud, the universal Tande

Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My dame is Thyreus,

Cleo. Most kind mefsenger,
Say to great Cæfar this: In deputation
I kiss his conquering hand : tell him, I'm prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneeli
Tell him, that from his all obeying breath
I hear the doom of Ægypt.

Thys, 'Tis your noblest course.
of Wisdom and fortune combating together,
« If that the former dare but what'it can,
« No chance may fhake it. Give me grace to lay.
My duty on your hand

Cleo. Your Cæsar's father oft, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Bestow'd his-lips on that unworthy place, As it rain's kisses, SCENE X, Enter Antony and Ænobarbus., ATH, Favours ! by Jove that thunders

[Seeing Thyreus kiss her hand, What art thou, fellow ?

Thyr. One that but performs
The-bidding of the fullest man, and worthielt.
To have command obey'd.

Ænó. You will be whippid.

Ant. Approach there--ah, you kite ! now, gods

and devils !
Authority melts from me of late.-- When I cry'd, Hoa!
Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will ? have you no ears?
I'm Antony yet. Take hence this jack, and whip him.

Enter Servants.
Æno,'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars !
Whip him----Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So faucy with the hand of the here, (what's her name,
Since the was Cleopatra?).-whip bim, fellows
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thyr. Mark Antony

Ant. Tug him away ; being whipp'd, Bring him again: this jack of Cæsar's lhall Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt with Thyreus, You were half blasted ere I knew you : ha! [To Cleo. Have I my pillow left unpress’d in Rome, Forborn the getting of a lawful race, And by a jem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders ?

Cleo. Good my Lord.

Ant. You have been a boggler ever, But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (Ob mifery on't!) the wise gods feal our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgements; make u. Adore cur errors, laugh at's while we arut To our confusion.

Gleo. Oh, is't come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher : nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar tame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out. For I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should ben, You know not what it is.

Cleo, Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly feal,
And plighter of high hearts ! O that I were
l'pon the hill of Bafan, to ont-roar
The horned herd, for I have savage cause !
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck, which does the hangwian thank
For being yare about him. Is he whipp'a ?

Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus.
Ser. Soundly, my Lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a' pardon?
Ser. He did afk favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter ; and be thou forry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Hencea
The white hand of a lady fever thee,

[forth Shake to look on't.-Go, get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: look thou say He makes me angry with him : for he feems Proud and disdainful, harping on wbat I am, Not what he knew I was.

He makes me angry ; And at this time most easy 'tis to do’t: When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Toto the abysm of Hell. If he mislike My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has Hipparchus my infranchis'd bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he lhall like, to quit me. Urge it thou :Hence with thy stripes, be gone. [Exit Thyreus, Cles. Have

you done int. Alaik, our terrene moon is now eclips'd, And it portends alone the fall of Antony.

Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points ?

Cleo Not know me yet?
Ant, Cold-hearted toward me!
Cleo. Ah dear, if I be to,


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