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A cistern for scald snakes! go, get thee hence ;
Mej. I crave your Highnes pardon.
Mefl. Take no offence, that I would not offend To punish me for what you make me do, [you; Seems much unequal. He's married to Octavia. Cleo. Oh, that his fault should make a knave of
thee, That art not what thou’rt sure of !-Get thee hence, The merchandises thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me: Ly they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em!
[Exit Melenger. Char. Good your Highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have difprais'd Cæsar. Char. Mary times, Madam.
Clen. I am paid for it now. Lead me from hence; I faint; oh Iras, Charmiantis no matter.. Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him Report the feature of Ottavia, her years, Her inclination, let him kot leave out The colour of her hair. Bring me word quicklyLer bir for ever go --Let him not- CharmianThough he be painted one way like a Gorgon, Th’ other way's a Mars ---Bid him, Alexas, Bring word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian, But speak not to me. Lead me to my chamber.
S CE N E VI. Changes to the coast of Italy, near Milenum.
Eviter Pompey and Menas, at one door, with drum
and trun pet : at another, Cælar Lepidus, Antony, Enobart us, Mecænas, Agrippa, with Soldiers murching
Pomp. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight.
Cæf. Most meet
Pomp. To you all three,
What was it
To scourge th’ ingratitude that despightful Roine
Cel. Take your time.
fails; We'll speak with thee at sea. At land thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee,
Pomp. At land, indeed,
Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us,
Cæf. There's the point.
Ant. Which do noi be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd.
* Since, like the cuckow, that seizes the nests of other birds, you have invaded a house which you could not build, keep it while you can. Johnson. VOL. IX.
Cæs. And what may follow
Pomp. You've made me offer
Pomp. Know then,
Pomp. Let me bave your hand:
Ant. The beds i' th'east are soft; and thanks to you, That calld me timelier than my purpose hither, For I've gain'd by it.
Caf: Şince I saw you laft,
Pomp. Well, I know not
Lep. Well niet here.
Pomp. I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed. I crave, our composition may be written And seal'd between us.
Cæs. That's the next to do.
Pomp. We'll fealt each other ere we part, and let's Draw lots who shall begin.
Ant. That I will, Pompey.
Pomp. No, Antony, take the lot: But, first or last, your fine Ægyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I've heard that Julius Cæfar
Grew fat with feasting there.
Ant. You have heard inuch.
Pomp.' Then so much have I heard.
Eno. No more of that. He did fo.
Pomp. Let me thake thy hand.
Pomp. Enjoy thy plainnels,
have made this treaty.
Eno. At fea, I think.
E10. You have done well by water.
Èno. I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
Men. Nor what I have done by water. Evo, Yes, something you can deny for your own safetyyou have been a great thief by sea.
Men. And you by land.
Eno. There I deny my lạnd-service; but give me your hand, Menas. If our eyes had' authority, here they inight take two thieves killing.
Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.
Eno. But there is ne'er a fair woman has a true face.
Men. No slander, they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Min. For my part I ain sorry it is turned to a inking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his. fortune.
Eno. If he do, sure he cannot weep't back again,
Mer. You've said, Sir. We look'd not for Mark Antony here; pray you is he married to Cleopatra ?
Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Oitavia.
Men. True, Sir ; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
Eno. But now she is the wife of Marcus Antonius.
Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.
Men. I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage than the love of the parties.
Eno. I think so too. But you shall find the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia is of a holy, cold, and fill conversation.
Men. Who would not have his wife fo?
E-0. Not he that himself is not so, which is Mark Anton'. He will to his Ægyptian dish again : tben fhall the fighs of Oétavia blow the fire up in Cæfar, and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity hall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here. Men. And thus it
be. Come, Sir, will you aboard ? I have a healti: for you.
Enn. I fall take it, Sir. We have us’d our throats in Ægypt. Men. Come, let's away.