He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, I' the east my pleasure lies :-0, come, Ventidius, Lep. Farewell. Sir, good success! [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Alexandria. A room in the palace. The music, ho! Enter Mardian. Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come, Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman:-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- Cleo. That time!-0 times!- Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Mess. Cleo. Antony's dead? Madam, madam,— If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress: If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here Mess. mark; We use To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour Down thy ill-uttering throat. Mess. Good madam, hear me. (4) Inclosed. (6) Melancholy. (5) Mount Misenum. (7) Head-dress, Mess. Cleo. Madam, he's well. Well said. Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. For what good turn? Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo. What say you?-hence [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. Mess. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside" Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long. [Draws a dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself; The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder- Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures (1) So sour a countenance. (2) A man in his senses. (3) Preceding. VOL. II. you: To punish me for what you make me do, Cleo. O, that his faults should make a knave of thee, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?-Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, Cæsar. Lead me from hence. I I am paid for't now. faint; O Iras, Charmian,-Tis no matter :— Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him Report the features of Octavia, her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair :-bring me word quickly.[Exit Alexas. Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, T'other way he's a Mars:-Bid you Alexas Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me Char mian, [To Mardain. But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-Near Misenum. Enter Pompey and Menas, at one side, with drum and trumpet: at another, Casar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, with soldiers marching. Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; Pom. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,1 Cæs. Ant. Thou can'st not fear2 us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, There's the point. (For this is from the present,') how you take The offers we have sent you. Cæs. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. And what may follow, You have made me offer [Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers and Attendants. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.-[Aside.1-You and I have known, sir. 6 Eno. At sea, I think. Men. We have, sir. Eno. You have done well by water. Men. And you by land. Eno. 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. Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land. Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing. Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. Men. No slander; they steal hearts. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to drinking. Pompey doth this way laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia. Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir? Eno. 'Tis true. Men. Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit together. 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, (5) Scores, marks. (6) Been acquainted. Scene VII. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia | is of holy, cold, and still conversation." Men. Who would not have his wife so? Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall 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 may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. Ena. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt. [Exeunt. Men. Come; let's away. 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants' are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down. 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. 1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. 1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. 2-Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mæcenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other captains. Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Cæsar.] They take the flow o'the Nile 5 By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know, Lep. You have strange serpents there. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile. Ant. They are so. Pom. Sit,-and some wine.-A health to Lepidus. out. Eno. Not till you have slept; I fear me, you'll be in, till then. Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that. Aside. And hear me speak a word. This wine for Lepidus. Lep. What manner o'thing is your (3) Feet. (6) Plenty. Behaviour. (2) Dessert. Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as Lep. What colour is it of. Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. Pom. [To Menas aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang! De as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for? Be jolly, lords. These quick-sands, Lepidus, Pom. How should that be? But entertain it, and, Show me which way. tors, 10 Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable; Ah, this thou should'st have done, I I'll never follow thy pall'd' fortunes more. Eno. Here's to thee, Menas. Enobarbus, welcome. Eno. were all, That it might go on wheels! Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels. (8) Encompasses. (10) Confederates. (9) Embraces. (11) Cloyed. 262 Men. Come. Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels,' ho! Before our army:-Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Cæs. I could well forbear it. It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, Be a child o'the time. Cas. Possess it, I'll make answer: but I had rather fast From all, four days, than drink so much in one. Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. Eno. All take hands.- Sil. [Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, in hand. SONG. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Let me request you off: our graver business Is weaker than the vine; and mine own tongue Good Antony, your hand. Pom. You have my father's house,--But what? we are friends: Come, down into the boat. Eno. Take heed you fall not.-) [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps, Eno. Cæsar! Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar ;go no further. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-Yet he loves Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, |