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The matter of this speech : for't cannot be
Agr. Give me leave, Cæfar,
Agr. Thou hast a filter by the mother's lide,
Cæf. Say not fo, Agrippa ;
Ant. I am not married, Cæsar; let me hear
Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you brothers, and to knit your heartsWith ac unflipping knor, take Antony O&avia to his wife : whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men ; Whose virtue and whose general graces speak That which none else can utter. By this marriage All little jealousies, which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers. Would then be nothing. Truths would be but tales, Where now half-tales be truths : her love to both, Would each to other, and all loves to both Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,, For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, By duty ruminated.
Ant. Will Cæfar speak ?
Cef. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already.
Ant. What power is in Agrippa (If I would say, “ Agrippa, be it fo,'') To make this good ?
Cæf. The power of Cæsar, and
'Ant. May I never
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,
Cæs. There is my hand.
Lep. Happily, amen.
ont, I did not think to draw my sword ʼgain It PomFor he hath laid strange courtefies and great [pey, of late upon me.
I must thank him only,
Lep. Time calls upon's.
Ant. Where lies he ?
Ant. So is the fame.
Caf. With molt gladness;
Ant. Let us, Lepidus, not lack your company.
Manent Ænobarbus, 'Agrippa, Mecænas.. Mec. Welcome from Egypt, Sir.
Æno. Half the heart of Cæsar, worthy Mecænas! my honourable friend Agrippa !
Agr. Good Ænobarbus !
Miec. We have caule to be glad that matters are lo well digefted : you lay'd well by't in Egypt.
Æno. Ay, Sir, we did sleep day out of countenance and made the night light with drinking.
Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there. - Is this true !
Æno. This was but as a fly by an eagle : we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deferved noting.
Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.
Æ10. When she first met Mark Antony, she purs'd up his heart upon the river of Cydnus.
Agr. There she appeared indeed, or my reporter den vis'd well for her.
Æno. I will tell you.
The barge she fat in, like a burnilh'd throne, " Burnt on the water : The poop was beaten gold, " Purple the fails, and so perfumed, that [filver, 66 'The winds were love-lick with 'em; th' oars were “ Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made “ The waters which they beat, to tollow faster, “ As amorous of their strokes, For her own person, " It beggar'd all description ; she did lie “ In her pavilion, cloth of gold, of tissue, “ O'er-picturing that Venus *, where we see " The fancy, out-work Nature. On each side her, " Stdod pretty dimpled boys, like siniling Cupids, 6. With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem " To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, " And what they undid, did.”
Agr. Oh, rare for Antony !
Æno. " Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,
From the barge
Meaning the Venus of Pratogenes mentioned by Pliny, l. 35. c. io.
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
Agr. Rare Egyptian !
Æno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Agr. Royal wench!
Æno, I saw her once
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Æno. Never, he will not.
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modefty, can settle
Agr. Let us go.
Ant. Good night, Sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report :
Oita, Good night, Sır.
SCENE IV. Enter Soothsayer.
Sooth, 'Would I had never come from thence, por you thither.
Ant. If you can, your reason ?
Sooth. I see it in my motion *; have it not in my tongue ; but yet hie you to Egypt again.
Ant. Say to me, whose fortune shall rise higher, Cæfar's or mine. Sooth. Cæsar's—Therefore, oh Antony, itay not
by his side. Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Cæfar's is not. But near him thy angel Becomes a fear t, as being o'erpower'd ; and therefore Make space enough between you.
Ant. Speak this no more.
Sooth. To none but thee ; no more, but when to If thou dost play with him at any game, [thee. Thou'rt sure to lose : And of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickens, When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him. But, he away, 'tis noble.
Ant. Get thee gone :
* i, e. The divinitory agitation,
# Lucian relates, that at Athens quail fighting was exhibited at Thews : And many other ancient authors mention is as a Sport much in ure.