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The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I,
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave squares of war.

Cleo. Ah, stand by.

Yet now-no matter.

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen.

Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him; He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me;-Oh!

Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches; Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble swerving.

Eros.

Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes,

By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroyed in dishonor.

Cleo.
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought,
You would have followed.

O my lord, my lord!

Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

Ant.
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after. Ö'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo.

Ant.

O, my pardon.

Now I must

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who

With half the bulk o' the world played as I pleased,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo.

O pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss;

Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster;
Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead;-

Some wine, within there, and our viands.- Fortune knows
We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X. Cæsar's Camp in Egypt.

Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him?

Dol.

Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster;
An argument that he is plucked, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Cæs.

Enter EUPHRONIUS.

Approach, and speak.

Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony.

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf
To his grand sea.

Cæs.

Be it so; declare thine office.
Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted,
He lessens his requests; and to thee sues

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
A private man in Athens. This for him.

Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,

Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cæs.

For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
Cæs.

Bring him through the bands. [Exit EUPHRONIUS.

To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time; despatch.

From Antony win Cleopatra; promise, [To THYREUS.
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers. Women are not,

In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touched vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we

Will answer as a law.

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Cæs. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves.

Thyr.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt.

SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno.

Think, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nicked his captainship. At such a point, When half to half the world opposed, he being The mered question; 'twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing. Cleo.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.

Ant. Is this his answer?

Eup.

Ay, my lord.

Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she

Will yield us up.

Eup. He says so.

Ant.

Let her know it.

To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

With principalities.

Cleo.

That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular. His coin, ships, legions,

May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon

As i'the command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me declined, sword against sword,

Ourselves alone. I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will

Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,

To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!- Cæsar, thou hast subdued
His judgment too.

Att.

Enter an Attendant.

A messenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my women!Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneeled unto the buds.-Admit him, sir.

Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. [Aside.

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make

Our faith mere folly;-yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,

Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.

Enter THYREUS.

Cleo. Cæsar'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 Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend. For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's Cæsar's. Thyr. Thus, then, thou most renowned; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,

Further than he is Cæsar.

Cleo.

So.

Go on; right royal.

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

Cleo.

O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honor, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes,

Not as deserved.

Cleo.

He is a god, and knows

What is most right. Mine honor was not yielded,

But conquered merely.

Eno.

To be sure of that,

I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky,

[Aside.

That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit ENOBARBus.
Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon; but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,

The universal landlord.

Cleo.

What's your name?

Most kind messenger,

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo.

Say to great Cæsar this in disputation,

I kiss his conquering hand. Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel;
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear

The doom of Egypt.

Thyr.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo.

Your Cæsar's father

Oft, when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place,

As it rained kisses.

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You will be whipped.

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest

To have command obeyed.

Eno.

Ant. Approach there;-Ay, you kite!-Now, god

and devils!

Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried, Ho!
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am

Enter Attendants.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him
Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.

Ant.

Moon and stars!

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