Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or fits Or does he walk? or is he on his horfe? [he? Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horfe; for wot'ft thou whom thou. mov'ft? 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 ?" Enter Alexas. Alex. Sov'reign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony? Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath With his tinct gilded thee +.. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt fends Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, * Mr Seward, in his preface to Beaumont and Fletcher, hath given good reafons to induce us to believe that the Poet wrote, -Bald-fronted Cæfar. + Alluding to the philofopher's ftone, which, by its touch, converts bafe metal into gold. The alchemifts call the matter, whatever it may be, by which they per form tranfmutation, a medicine. Johnson. And foberly did mount an arm-gaunt fteed;Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have spoke Was beaftly done by him. Cleo. What, was he fad or merry? Alex. Like to the time o' th' year between th extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor fad nor merry. Note him, good Charmian.'Tis the man. But note him: He was not fad, for he would fhine on those So does it no man elfe. Met'ft thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to fend to Antony, Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian. -Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian, Ever love Cæfar fo? Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar! Cleo. Be choak'd with fuch another emphafis! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæfar. Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæfar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, I fing but after you. Cleo. My fallad days! When I was green in judgment. Cold in blood! To fay, as I faid then.-But come away, Get me ink and paper; He fhall have every day a feveral greeting, Or I'll unpeople Ægypt. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE L SICILY. Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. F the great gods be juft, they fhall affift Is The Men. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pomp. While we are fuitors to their throne, de The thing we fue for. Men. We, ignorant of ourfelves, [cays Beg often our own harms, which the wife powers. Deny us for our good; so find we profit By lofing of our prayers. Pomp. I fhall do well: The people love me, and the fea is mine; My pow'r's a crefcent, and my auguring hope No wars without doors. Cæfar gets money, where Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves, Men. Cæfar and Lepidus are in the field; Pomp. Where have you this? 'tis falfe. Pomp. He dreams; I know they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love, Let witchcraft join with beauty; luft with both. That fleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,. Or, being, concern you not. If, or for nothing, or a little, I Should fay myself offended, and with you Your name it not concern'd me. Ant. My being in Egypt, Cæfar, what was't to you? Caf. No more than my refiding here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt; yet, if you there Did practise on my ftate, your being in Ægypt Might be my queftion. Ant. How intend you, practis'd? Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did here befal Your wife and brother Made wars upon me; and their conteftation Was theme for you, you were the word of war. Ant. You do mistake your bufinefs; my brother Did urge me in his act*: I did inquire it, [never And have my learning from fome true reports + That drew their fwords with you. Did he not raDifcredit my authority with yours, [ther And make the wars alike again my ftomach, Caf. You praife yourself, By laying defects of judgment to me: but Ant. Not fo, not se; I know you could not lack, I'm certain on't, Your partner in the caule 'gainst which he fought, Could not with grateful eyes attend thofe wars, i. e. never did make ufe of my name as a pretence for the war. Warburton + Reports for reporters. Upton. May it not be read thus, Hating alike our caufe? Johnson. 25 Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, Eno. Would we had all fuch wives, that the men might go to wars with the women! Ant. So much uncurbable her garboils, Cæfar, Made out of her impatience, which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant, Did you too much difquiet: for that you muft "But fay, I could not help it. Caf. I wrote to you, When rioting in Alexandria, you Did pocket up my letters; and with taunts Ant. Sir, he fell on me ere admitted; then · Caf. You have broken The article of your oath, which you fhall never Lep. Soft, Cæfar.. Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak; The honour's facred which he talks on now, Suppofing that I lack'd it. The article of my oath. But, on, Cæfar. Caf. To lend me arms and aid, when I requir'd The which you both dený'd. Ant. Neglected rather; [them, And then when poifon'd hours had bound me up |