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Ant. If you can, your reason ?
Sooth: I see it in iny motion *, have it not in my tongue ;
you to Ægypt again. Ant. Say to me, whose fortunes Thall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?
Ant. Speak this no more.
Ant. Get thee gone.
Enter Ventidius. l'th' east my pleasure lyes. Oh, come, Ventidius. You must to Parthia, your coinmillion's ready : Follow me, and receive't.
[Exeunt. * I see it in my notion. Theobald.
+ The Ancients used to match quails, as we match cocks. "Johnson.
Enter Lepidus, Mecanas, and Agrippa.
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Lep. 'Till I thall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell.
Mec. We shall,
Lep. Your way is shorter,
Both. Sir, good fuccess.
SCE NE V.
Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody food
Enter Mardian the eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone, let's to billiards: come, Char
mian. Char. My arm is fore, best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, Sir?
Mar. As well as I can, Madam.
I'll think them every one an Antony, -
Char. 'Twas merry when
Clso. That time! -oh times !
Enter a Mefrenger.
Mell. Madam! Madam !
Cleo. Antony's dead?
Mell. First, Madam, he is well.
Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark, To say the dead are well ; bring it to that, The gold I give thee will I melt and pours Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Mell. Good Madam, hear me.
Gled. Well, go tu, I will: But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony Be free and healthful, why lo tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings ? if not well, Thou shouldst come like a fury crown'd with
Mell. Will’t please you hear me?
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Mej. Madam, he's well.
Mell. Free, Madam! no: I made no such report. He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo. For what good turn?
[Strikes him down. Mell. Good Madam, patience. Cleo. What say you?
[Strikes him. Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;
[She hale's hin up and down. * That is, I will give thee a kingdom ; it being the castern ceremony, at the coronation of their kings, to powder them with gold-dust and feed-pearl; fo Milton,
--the gorgeous East with liberal hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold. In the life of Timur-bec or Tamerlane, written by a Persian contemporary author, are the following words, as translated by Monsieur Petit de la Croix, in the account there given of his coronation, book II. ch. i. Les. princes du sang royal et les emirs repandirent à pleines mains Jar la tete quantité d'cr et. de pierreries, selon la coûtume.
Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.
Mell. Gracious Madam, 1, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
Mel. He's married, Madam.
[Draws a knife. Mel. Nay, then I'll run : What mean you, Madam? I have made no fault,
[Exit. Char. Good Madam, keep yourself within yourself, The man is innocent.
Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderboltMelt Ægypt into Nile; and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents ! Call the slave again ; Though I am mad, I will not bite him. Call.
Char. He is afraid to come.
Cleo. I will not hurt him. "These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself, since I myself Have given myself the cause. Come hither, Sir.
Re-enter the Messenger. Though it be honeft, it is never good To bring bad news. Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt.
Mell. I have done my duty.
Cleo. Is he married?
Mell. He's married, Madam.
there still ?
Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst;