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Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands lie, or fits
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse ? [he?
Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony !
Do bravely, horse ; for wot’st thou whoin thou.

mov'it ?
The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of man. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, “ where's my serpent of old Nile ???
(For so he calls me.) Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black;
And wrinkled deepin time! Broad-fronted * Cæsar.
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel 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. Sov'reign of Ægypt, hail !

Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony?Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath With his tinet gilded thee t. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ?

Alex. Last thing he did, dear Queen, He kiss'd, the last of many doubled killes, 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 whose foot, To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, Say thou, Sall call her mistress. So he nodded;

* Mr Seward, in his preface to Beaumont and Fletcher, hath given good reasons to induce us to believe that the Poet wrote,

Bald.fronted Cæfar. + Alluding to the philosopher's stone, which, by its touch, converts base metal into gold. The alchemists call the matter, whatever it may be, by which they per. form transmutation, a medicine. Johnson.


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 fad or merry ?

Alex. Like to the time o'th' year between th' Of hot and cold, he was nor fad nor merry.

Cleo. Oh well-divided disposition ! Note him, good Charmian. -'Tis the man. But

note him : He was not sad, for he would shine on those That make their looks by his; he was not merry, Which seem'd to tell them, bis remembrance lay In Ægypt with his joy; but between both. Oh heav'nly mingle ! be'st thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man elfe. Met'lt thou my posts ?

Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty several messengers. Why do you send fo 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, Charmian, Ever love Cæsar lo ?

Char. Oh, that brave Cæsar!

Clco. Be choak'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 Cæsar paragon again
My man of men.

Char. By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

Cleo. My fallad days ! When I was green in judgment. Cold in blood ! To say, as I laid then.-But conie away, Get me ink and paper; He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Ægypt.





Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas.

If the great gods be juft, they shall alin.

Men. Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pomp. While we are suitors to their throne, deThe thing we sue for.

[cays Men, We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers. Deny us for our good; fo find we profit By losing of our prayers,

Pomp. I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine ; My pow'r's a crescent, and my auguring hope Says, it will come to th' full. Mark Antony In Ægypt fits at dinner, and will make No wars without doors. Cæsar gets money, where He loses hearts; Lepidus flatters both, Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Nor either cares for him..

Man. Cæsar and Lepidus are in the field;
A mighty strength they carry:

Pomp. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
Men. From Silvius, Sir.
Pomp. He dreams ; I know they are in Rame

Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty ; lust with both.
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming ; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloyless fawce his appetite ;
Thai Nleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even 'till a Lethe'd dulness-


Or, being, concern you not.

Cæf. I must be laugh'd at, If, or for nothing, or a litile, I Should say myself offended, and with you Chiefly i' th' world; more laugh'd at, that I should Once name you derogately, when to sound Your name it not concern'd me. Ant. My being in Ægypt, Cæsar, what was't te

you? Cæs. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Ægypt; yet, if you there Did practise on my state, your being in Ægypt Might be my question.

Änt. How intend you, practis'd ?

Cæf. 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 contestation Was theme for you, you were the word of war.

Ant. You do mistake your business ; my brother Did urge me in his act * : I did inquire it, [never And have my learning from fome true reports + That drew their swords with you. Did he not raDiscredit my authority with yours,

And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Haring alike your cause ? Of this, my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you've not to make it withi,
It must not be with this.

Cæs. You praise yourself,
By laying defects of judgment to me: but
You patch up your excufes.

srit. Not to, not lo ;
I know you could not lack, I'ın certain on't,
Very necefiity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the caule 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars,

i. e. never did make use of my name as a pretence for the war.

Harlurton Reports for reporters. L'pron. # May it nou te read thus,

Hating alike our cause? Johnson.


Which fronted * mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her ipirit in such another;
The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

Ero. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women'!

Ant. So much uncurbable her garboils, Cæsar,
Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant,
Did you too much disquiet: for that you muft
* But say, I could not help it.

Cæs. I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria, you
Did pocket up my letters; and with taunts
Did gibe my millive out of audience.

Ant. Sir, he fell on me ere admitted ; then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' th' morning ; but, next day,
I told him of myself, which was as much
As to have ask'd bin pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife ; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.

Cæs. You have broken
The article of your oath, which you
Have tongue to charge ine with.

Lep. Soft, Cæfar.

Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak;
The honour's sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Cæsar.
The article of my oath-

Cel. To lend me arms and aid, when I requir'd The which you both dený'd.

[theni, Int. Neglected rather And then when poisond hours had bound me up From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, I'll play the peniten: to you; but mine honesty Shall not make poor my greatness; nor my power Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, To have me out of Ægypt, made wars here ; For which myself, the ignorant motive, do

Náll never

* That is, opposed. Johnson.


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