To lay his gay comparisons apart *,

And antwer me.declin'd, fword against fword,
Ourfelves alone. I'll write it. Follow me.

[Exit Antony.

Eno. Yes, like enough; high-battled Cæfar will Unftate his happiness, and be ftaged to th' fhew › Against a fworder.-I fee men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To fuffer all alike. That he fhould dream,. Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will

Anfwer his emptinefs !-Cæfar, thou haft fubdu'd His judgment too.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. A meffenger from Cæfar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? See, my wo men!

Against the blown rofe may they ftop their nofe,.
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.
Eno. Mine honefty and I begin to fquare:
Tho' loyalty well held to fools, does nake
Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' th' story.

Enter Thyreus.

Cleo. Cæfar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart,

Cleo. None but friends. Say boldly.
Thyr. So haply are they friends to Antony.
Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has,
Or needs not us. If Cæfar pleafe, our master
Will leap to be his friend; for us, you know
Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæfar's.
Thyr. So.

* I require of Cæfar not to depend on that fuperiority which the comparison of our different fortunes may exhibit to him, but to answer me man to man, in this decline of my age and power. Johnfon.

Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cæfar intreats,
Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand'st
Further than he is Cæfar.

Cleo. Go on.——————Right royal.

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cleo. Oh!

[Afide.

Thyr. The fcars upon your honour therefore he Does pity, as conftrained blemishes,

Not as deferv'd.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows

What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,. But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be fure of that,

I will ask Antony-Sir, Sir, thou art fo leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy fmking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

Thyr. Shall I fay to Cæfar

[Exit Enobar

What you require of him? For he partly begs

To be defir'd to give. It much would pleafe him,. That of his fortunes you would make a staff

To lean upon..

But it would warm his fpirits to hear from me.
You had left Antony, and put yourself

Under his fhroud, the univerfal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. Moft kind meffenger,.

Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation

I kifs his conqu'ring hand: tell him I'm prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him that from his all-obeying breath
I hear the doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your nobleit course :
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may fhake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,

When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kiffes,

SCENE X.

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours! by Jove that thunders.

[Seeing Tyreus kifs her hand!

What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One that but performs

The bidding of the fulleft inan, and worthieft

To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach theregods and devils!

Authority melts from me.

hoa!

-ah, you kite!.

-Now,

Of late when I cry'd,

Like boys unto a mufs *, kings would ftart forth, And cry, your will? Have you no ears?

I'm Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Enter Servants.

Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars!

Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tribu-taries

That do acknowledge Cæfar, fhould I find them So faucy with the hand of She here, (what's her

name,

Since he was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony--

Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd,

Bring him again: this Jack of Cæfar's fhall
Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt with Thyr.

You were half blafted ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left unprefs'd in Rome,
Forborn the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abus'd

*.e. A fcramble. Pope.

By one that looks on feeders?

Cleo. Good my Lord, →→→→→

Ant. You have been a boggler ever.

But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard,
Oh mifery on't! the wife gods feel our eyes
In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us
Adore our errors, laugh at's while we ftrut
To our confusjon.

Cleo. Oh, is't, come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Dead Cæfar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Of Cneins Pompey's; befides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously prick'd out, For, I am fure,

Though you can guess what temperance fhould be, You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And fay, God quit you, be familiar with,
My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly feal,
And plighter of high hearts.- O that I were
Upon the hill of Bafan, to outroar

The horned herd, for I have favage caufe!
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank :
For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus.

Ser. Soundly, my Lord.

Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a' pardon?

Serv. He did afk favour.

Ant. If that thy father. live, let him repent

Thou waft not made his daughter: and be thou forry
To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Hence-
The white hand of a lady fever thee, [forth,
Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæfar,,
Tell him thy entertainment; look thou fay
He makes me angry with him :- for he seems
Proud and difdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry..
And, at this time, moft eafy 'tis to do't

When my good ftars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and flot their fires
Into the abyfin of hell. If he mislike

My fpeech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus my enchanchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he fhall like, to quit me. Urge it thou.
Hence with thy ftripes, be gone. [Exit Thyreus,

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd,. And it portends alone the fall of Antony. Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?
Cleo. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me!
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,

From my cold heart let Heav'n ingender hail,
And poifon't in the fource, and the firft ftone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, fo
Diffolve my life! the next Cæfario fmite!
'Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the difcandying of this pelleted ftorm,.
Ly gravelets: 'till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. I'm fatisfy'd:

Cæfar fits down in Alexandria, where

I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too

Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like.
Where haft thou been, my heart? Doft thou hear,
Lady?

If from the field I fhould return once more
To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my fword will earn my chronicle;
There's hope in't yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord.

Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously. For when my hours Were nice and lucky, men did random lives Of me for jefts; but now I'll fet my teeth,.