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Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands lie, or fits
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;-
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,
Char. By your most gracious pardon,
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.
Men. Know, worthy Pompey,
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;
Pomp. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
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,
Cæs. You praise yourself,
srit. Not to, not lo ;
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,
Ero. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women'!
Ant. So much uncurbable her garboils, Cæsar,
Cæs. I wrote to you,
Ant. Sir, he fell on me ere admitted ; then
Cæs. You have broken
Lep. Soft, Cæfar.
Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak;
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
* That is, opposed. Johnson.