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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
Enter Antony, with the Ambasador..
Ant. The Queen shall then have coartely,
Amb. He lays so.
Ant. Let her know't.
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,
Æno. Yes, like enough; high-battled Cæsar will
-" 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.
Æno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæsar has;
Cleo. Go on ;-right royal.
Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony
[Alide, Thyr. The cars upon your honour, therefore,,he.
To lean upon.
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Cleo. He is a god, and knows
Eno. To be sure of that,
[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,
Cleo. What's your name?
Cleo. Most kind mefsenger,
Thys, 'Tis your noblest course.
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
Ænó. You will be whippid.
Ant. Approach there--ah, you kite ! now, gods
and devils !
Ant. Moon and stars !
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,
Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
[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
Cleo Not know me yet?