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Cæs. Farewel, my dearest fifter, fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well.

Oct. My noble brother,

Ant. The April's in her eyes ; it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on :—be chearful.

07. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andma

Cef. What, Etavia?

Oct. l'il tell you in your ear. (taking him afide.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæfar weep?

Agr. He has a cloud in's face. " Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse ; “ So is he, being a man.

Agr. Why, Enobarbus? " When Antony found Julius Cæfar dead, " He cry'd almost to roaring: and he wept, is When at Philippi he found Brutus flain. “ Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubl'd with a

" rheum; " What willingly he did confound, he waild: “ Believ't, 'till I weep too. Caf. No, sweet O&avia,

[coming forward. You shall bear from me fill; the time thall not Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. Come, fir, come ;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
Look, here I have you ; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

Cæs. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!

Cel. Farewel.-Farewel.
Ant. Farewel.

[Flourish. Exeunt. * This is a most beautiful fimile, the Swan's feather being delipetely adapted to the lady's softness, and the swell of the tide to a Aagnation of passions,

[kife's O&avia.

SCENE IIT. Alexandria A Room in the Palace.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cle. Where is the fellow?
Ale. Half afеard to come.
Cle. Go to, go to :-Come hither, fir.

Enter Messenger.
Ale. Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
But when you are well pleas’d.

Cle. That Herod's head
Fil have : but how? when Antony is gone,
Through whom I might command it. --Come thou near.

Mes. Most gracious majesty,

Cle. Did't thou behold
Octavia ?

Mej. Ay, dread queen.
Cle. Where?

Mef. Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face ; and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cle. Is she as tall as me?
Mes. She is not, madam.
Cle. Did'ft hear her speak? Is the Thrill-tongu'd, or

Mej. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic'd.
Cle. That's not so good :-he cannot like her long.
Cha. Like her? Ofis ! 'tis impossible.
Ck. I think so, Charmian i Dull of tongue, and

What majesty is in her gait? Remember ;
If e'er thou look'dft on majesty.

Mes. She creeps ;
Her motion and her station are as one:
She hews a body, rather than
A ftatue, than a breather.

Cle. Is this certain ?
Mef. Or I have no observance.

Cha. Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.



Cl. He's very knowing,
I do perceive't :-there's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgment.

Cha. Excellent.
Cle. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.

Mes. Her years, madam
She was a widow :

Cle. Widow i'-Charmian, hark.
Mef. And I do think, she's thirty.

Cle. Bear'At thou her face
In mind'? is't long, or round?

Mes. Round, even to faultiness,
Cle. For the most part too, they are foolish that are

Her hair, what colours

Mef. Brown, madam ; and her forehead
As low as he would with it.

Cle. There's gold for thee.
Thou most not take my former Sharpness ill:
I will employ thee back again ; I find thee
Mott fit for business: go, make thee ready, while
Our letters are prepar'd.

[Exit Messenger.. Cha. A proper man.

Cle. Indeed, he is fo: I repent me much
That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.

Cha. O, nothing, madam.
Cle. The man hath seen some majesty, and should

Cha. Hach he seen majesty ? Ifis else defend,
And serving you fo long!
Cle. I have one thing more to ak him yet, good

But 'tis no matter ; thou fhalt bring him to me
Where I will write : all may be well enough.
Cha. I warrant you, madam.

(Exeunt t.

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+ In this short scene Shakespeare shows intimate knowledge of the feelings and caprice of such a woman as Cleopatra ; one so filled with vanity and arabition; her questions and conclufioning in her ow! favour, are admirably thrown outo

SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's House.

Enter Antony, and O&avia.
Ant. Nay, nay, Odavia, not only that,
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
of semblable import,--but he hath wag'd
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke fcant'ly of me: when perforce he could not,
But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly
He vented them ; moft narrow measure lent me :
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.

Oa. O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomacb not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er food between,
Praying for both parts : the good gods will mock me,
When I shall pray, o, blefs my husband ! presently
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
0, bless my brotber! Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.

Ant. Gentle Ottavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
I lose myself: better I were not yours,
Than yours fo branchless. Bac, as you requested,
Yourself tall go between us : the mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall Itrain

brother: make


sooneft hafte; So your desires are yours.

oa. Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should folder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins,

your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be lo equals that



Can equally move with them. Provide your going ;
Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.


“ SCENE V. The same. Another Room in the same *

Enter Eros, and Ecobarbus, meeting. « Eno. How now, friend Eros? Ero. There's ftrange news come, fir. “ Ena. What, mans Ero. Cæfar and Lepidus have made wars upon

« Pompey: * Eno. This is old; what is the success?

Ero. Cesar, having made use of him in the war “ 'gainst Pompey, presently deny'd him rivalty; would “ not let him partake in the glory of the action : and

not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey ; upon his appeal, seizes him : so the poor third is up, 'till death enlarge his confine. 1. En. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no

more ; " And throw between them all the food thou hast, “ They'll grind the one the other.-Where is Antony?

Ero. He's walking in the garden thus ; and spurns • The rush that lies before him: cries, Fool Lepidus! “ And threats the throat of that his officer, " That murder'd Pompey.

« Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.

Ero. For Italy, and Cæfar. More, Domitius ; “ My lord desires you presently: my news “ I might have told hereafter.

Eno. 'Twill be naught : “ But let it be.-Bring me to Antony. Ero. Come, fir.


This little scene seems calculated merely to give OEtavia fome time for her journey; but the breaches of unity are

frequent and fo violent in this piece, that such a point is of little confideration

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