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Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you.

Your hopour calls you hence ;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! On your

Sit laure!I'd victory, and smooth success
Be strew'd before


Ant. Let us go: come,
Our separation fo abides and flies,
That thou residing here, goeft yet with me,
And I bence fleeting, here remain with thee.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to Cæfar's palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and

Caf. You may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth. know,
It is not Cælar's natural vice to hate
One great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more manly
Than Cleopatra ; nor the Queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience,
Or did vouchsafe to think that he had partners.
You shall there find a man, who is the abstract:
Of all faults all men follow.

Lep. I must not think
They're evils enough to darken all his goodness;
His faults in him leem as the spots of heav'n,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary;.
Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,
Than what he chuses.

(.af. You're too indulgent. Let us, grant it is not.
Amils to tumble on the bed of Proiemy,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit
And keep the turn of tipling with a slave,
To reel the streets at: noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat; fay, this becomes him,
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish), yet must Antony
No way excuse his foils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill?d.

His vacancy with his voluptuousness;
Full surfeits, and the driness of his bones,
Call on hiin fort. But to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state and ours ; 'tis to be chid,
As we rate boys, who, immature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Enter a Messenger,
Lep. Here's more news.

Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Molt Noble Cæfar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at fea,
And it appears he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæsar : to the ports
The discontents repair, and mens' reports
Give him much wrong’d.

Cæf. I should have known no less :
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is, was wish'd until he were ;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love,
Comes 'dear'd by being lack’d. This common body,
Like to a vagabond Aag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lacqueying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion,

Mel. Cæsar, I bring thee word,
Mesecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound
With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads
They make in Italy, the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on’t, and flush youth revolt.
No vessel can peep forth, but ’tis as soon
Taken as seen : for Pompey's name strikes more,
Tban could his war refifted.

Caf. Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou flew'st
Hirtius and Pansa Consuls, at thy heel
Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against
(Though daintily brought up) with patience more
ihan lavages could suffer. Thou didit drink


The ftale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did
The roughest berry on the rudelt hedge:

Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture (beets,
The barks of trees thou browsedst. On the Alps,
It is reported, thou didst eat ftrange flesh,
Which some did die to look on; and all this
(It wounds thine honour that I speak it now)
Was bore so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lep. 'Tis pity of him.

Cår. Let his Thames quickly
Drive him to Rome ; time is it, that we twain
Did Thew ourselves i' th' field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council ; Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

Lep. To morrow, Cæfar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To front this present time.

C«f. Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewel.
Lep. Farewel


Lord. What


shall know mean time of Kirs abroad, I shall befeech you, let me be partaker. Caf Doubt it not, Sir ; I knew it for my

bond. Farewel.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to the palace in Alexandria,

Enter Cleopatra, Chermian, Iras, and Mardian,
Cleo. Charmian.--
Char. Madam?
Cleo. Ha, hamgive me to drink Mandragoras,
Char. Why, Madam?
Cleo. 'I hat I might sleep out this great gap of time,

, My Antony is away.

Char. You think of him too much.
Cleo. 0, 'tis treason-
Char. Madam, I trust not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian,--
Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure ?

Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has; ’ris well for thee,
That, being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Ægypt. Hast thou affections ?

Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.
Cleo. Indeed ?

Mar, Not in deed, Madam ; for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done :
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars,

Cleo. Oh Charmian ! Where think’lt thou he is now ? stands he, or fics hc? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horse; for wot'st thou whom thou mov'lt ? The 'demy Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of man. “ He's speaking now, “ Or murmuring, Where's my ferpent of old Nile !-* (For so he calls me). Now I feed myself w With most delicious poison. Think on me, “ That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, “ And wrinkled deep in time. Broad:fronted Cæfar, * When thou wast here above the ground, I was A mortel for a monarch; and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect, and die With looking on his life.

Enter Alexas,
Alex, Sovereign of Ægypt, hail!
Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony?
Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
it with


brave Mark Antony? Alex. Last thing he did, dear Queen, He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses, This orient pearl-His speech sticks in my heart.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

Alex. Good friend, quoth he,
Say, the firm Roman to great Ægypt sends
This treasure of an oyster ; at whole foot;
To mend the pretty present, I will pace


Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded;
And soberly did mount an arm.gaunt steed *,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly done by him.

Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry?
Alex. Like to the time o’th' year, between th' ex-

Of hot and cold, he was nor sad, nor merry.

Cleo. Oh, well divided disposition ? Note him, good Charmian ; 'tis the man : but note him ; He was not fad, for he would shine on those That make their looks by his; he was not merry, Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay In Ægypt' with his joy ; but between both. O heav'nly mingle ! be'st thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man else. Met't thou my posts ?

Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty several meffecgers.
Why do you send so thick ?

Cleo. Who's born that day,
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charnian,
Ever love Cæfar so?

Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar !

Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Cæsar

Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cæfar paragon again
My man of men.

Cbar. By your molt gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

Cleo. My fallad days;
When I was green in judgment - Cold in blood !
To say, as I said then.

-But come away,
Get me ink and paper ;
He shall have every day several greetings, or I'll un-
people Ægypt.

[Exeunt. ile, his steed worn lean and thin by much Service in war.

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