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Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word, Menecrates, and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them ; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted. Oct. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassals: When thou once Wert beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink The gilded puddle, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed'st: on the Alps,
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Lep. Tis pity of him.
Oct. Let his shames quickly
Lep. To-morrow, Caesar,
Oct. Till which encounter,
Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know
Oct. Doubt not, sir; I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter Cleopatra, supporting herself on Iras;
Cleo. Ha! ha!—Give me to drink mandragora.
Char. Why, madam?
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away.
Char. You think of him Too much.
Cleo. Indeed !—O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?— O, happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse; for wot'st thou whom thou
mov'st? The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of man.—He's speaking now, Or murmuring," Where's my serpent of old Nile ?" For so he calls me:—Now I feed myself With most delicious poison.
Alexas. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony!
Alexas. Last thing he did, brave queen,
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alexas. Good friend, quoth he, Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster: at whose foot, To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded, And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed; Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him.
Cleo. What, was he sad or merry?
Alexas. Like to the time o'the year between the extremes Of hot and cold ; he was nor sad nor merry.
Cleo. O, well divided disposition!—Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man, but note
Alexas. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Cleo. Who's born that day
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
ACT THE SECOND.
A Room in Lepidus' House.
Enter Lepidus and Enobarbus.
Lep. Good Enobarljus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech.
Enob. I shall entreat him
Lep. Tis not a time
Enob. Every time
Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Enob. Not if the small come first.
Lep. Your speech is passion:
Enter Antony and Canidius.
Enob. And yonder Caesar. Enter Octavius Caesar, Agrippa, and Mecaenas.
Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia:— Hark you, Canidius,—
Oct. I do not know, Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
Lep. Noble friends,
Ant. 'Tis spoken well:
Oct. Welcome to Rome.
Ant. Thank you.