With most delicious poifon : Think on me, Enter Alexas. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony? Yet coming from him, that great med'cin hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with My brave Mark Antony? Alex. Laft thing he did, dear Queen, Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Say the firm Roman to great Ægypt fends Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the Eaft, Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have spoke, Cleo. What, was he fad Or merry? Alex. Like to the time o' th' year, between Th' extreams of hot and cold, he was not fad Nor merry. Cleo. Oh well divided difpofition! Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him, That make their looks by his. He was not merry, So do's it no man elfe. Met'ft thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, Ever love Cæfar fo? Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar! Cleo. Be choak'd with such another emphafis! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæfar. Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæfar paragon again My man of men. ९ Char. By your most gracious pardon, I fing but after you. Cleo. My fallad days! When I was green in judgment, cold in blood! To fay as I faid then! But come away, Get me ink and paper; he fhall have every day Pom. I Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. [Exeunt. Pom. While we are fuitors to their throne, decays The thing we fue for. Men. We, ignorant of our felves, Beg often our own harms, which the wife powers By lofing of our prayers. Pom. I fhall do well: The people love me, and the fea is mine; 2 โก In Egypt fits at dinner, and will make Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves, Mene. Cæfar and Lepidus Are in the field, a mighty ftrength they carry. Mene. From Silvius, Sir. Pom. He dreams; they are in Rome together looking For Antony but all the charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, foften thy wan lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty, luft with both; How now, Varrius ? Enter Varrius. Var. This is most certain, that I shall deliver: Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis Pom. I could have given lefs matter A better ear. Menas, I did not think Is twice the other twain; but let us rear Men. I cannot hope, Cæfar and Antony fhall well greet together. Pom. I know not, Menas, How leffer enmities may give way to greater. 'Twere "Twere pregnant they should square between themselves; SCENE II. ROME. Lep. Good nobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, Eno. I fhall entreat him To answer like himself; if Cæfar move him, And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, Were I the wearer of Antonio's beard, I would not shave't to-day. Lep. 'Tis not a time For private ftomaching. no. Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in't. Lep. But fmall to greater matters must give way. Lep. Your fpeech is paffion; But pray you ftir no embers up. Here comes The noble Antony. Enter Antony and Ventidius. Eno. And yonder Cæfar. Enter Cæfar, Mecanas, and Agrippa. Ant. If we compofe well here, to Parthia. Hark thee, Ventidius. Caf. I do not know, Mecanas; ask Agrippa. That which combin'd us was moft great, and let not A leaner action rend us. May it be gently heard! When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murther in healing wounds. Then, noble partners, (The (The rather for I earnestly befeech) Touch you the fowreft points with sweetest terms, Nor curftness grow to th' matter. Ant. 'Tis fpoken well; Were we before our armies and to fight, I fhould do thus. Caf. Welcome to Rome. Ant. Thank you. Caf. Sit. Ant. Sit, Sir. Caf. Nay, then Ant. I learn you take things ill, which are not fo: Or being, concern you not. Caf. I must be laught at, If, or for nothing, or a little, I Should fay my felf offended, and with you Chiefly i' th' world: more laught at, that I fhould Your name it not concern'd me. Ant. My being in Egypt, Cæfar, what was❜t to you? Did practife on my ftate, your being in Ægypt Ant. How intend you, practis'd? Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, Was theam'd for you, you were the word of war. And have my learning from fome true reporters And make the wars alike against my stomach, Caf. You praise your self, By |