Puslapio vaizdai

Ant. Come, Sir, 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.

Cas. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light

To thy fair way!

Cas. Farewell, farewell!

Ant Farewell.

[Kisses Octavia.

[Trumpets sound.-Exeunt.

SCENE III-Alexandria.-A Room in the Palace.


Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex. Half afeard to come.

Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, Sir.


Alex. Good majesty,

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
But when you are well pleased.

Cleo. That Herod's head

I'll have but how? When Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.-Come thou


Mess. Most gracious majesty,

Cleo. Didst thou behold

Octavia ?

Mess. Ay, dread queen.

Cleo. Where?

Mess. Madam, in Rome

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

Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

Mess. She is not, madam.

Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongued,

or low?

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoiced.

Cleo. That's not so good:-He cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!

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

Mess. She creeps;

Her motion and her station are as one :

• Standing.

She shews a body rather than a life;

A statue, than a breather.

Cleo. Is this certain?

Mess. Or I have no observance.

Char. Three in Egypt

Cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing,

I do perceive't:-There's nothing in her yet:-
The fellow has good judgment.

Char. Excellent.

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.
Mess. Madam,

She was a widow.

Cleo. Widow?-Charmian, hark.

Mess. And I do think, she's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is it long, or round?

Mess. Round even to faultiness.

Cleo. For the most part too,

They are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour?

Mess. Brown, madam: and her forehead is as low As she would wish it.

Cleo. There is gold for thee.

Thou must not take my, former sharpness ill:
I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Most fit for business: go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepared..

Char. A proper man.

[Exit Messenger.

Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.

Char. O, nothing, madam.

Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and

should know.

Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long!

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good


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


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

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Pulled, legged..

Of semblable import-but he hath waged

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it

To public ear:

Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not + But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly

He vented them; most narrow measure lent me ; When the best hint was given him, he not took't, Or did it from his teeth §.

Oct. O my good lord,

Believe not all; or, if you'must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:

And the good gods will mock me presently,

When I shall pray, 0, bless my lord and husband! Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway Twixt these extrenies at all.

Ant. Gentle Octavia,

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 so branchless. But as you requested,
Yourself shall go between us: the mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother; make your soonest haste;

So your desires are yours.

Oct. 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 solder** up the rift ft.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what


Your heart has mind to.

Similar tendency.


+ Could not help.

Cement, close.

Published. Indistinct, through his teeth.


++ Opening.

SCENE V.The same.-Another Room in the same.

Enter ENOBARBUS and EROs meeting.

Eno. How now, friend Eros?

Eros. There's strange news come, Sir.
Eno. What, man?

Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Eno. This is old; what is the success * ?

Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; 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 own appeal, seizes him: so the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no


And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and


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.

Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. 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.

Eros. Come, Sir.


SCENE VI.-Rome.-A Room in Casar's House.


Cas. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: and more;

In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,-
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself, in chairs of gold,
Were publicly enthroned: at the feet, sat
Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son;
And all the unlawful issue, that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her

What follows.
Equal rank.

+ i. e. Lepidus.

Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
Absolute queen.

Mec. This in the public eye?

Cas. I' the common show-place, where they ex


His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,

He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she

In the habiliments of the goddess Isis

That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience As 'tis reported, so.

Mec. Let Rome be thus


Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence

Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cas. The people know it; and have now received His accusations.

Agr. Whom does he accuse?

Cas. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily

Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated + him
His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets,
That Lepidus of the triumvirate

Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain
All his revenue.

Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd.

Cas. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abused,

And did deserve his change; for what I have con quer'd,

1 grant him part; but thien, in his Armenia, And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I

Demand the like.

Mec. He'll never yield to that.

Cas. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.


Oct. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! Hail, most dear Cæsar!

Cas. That ever I should call thee, cast away! Oct. You have not call'd me so, nor have you


Cas. Why have you stolen upon us thus? You come not

Like Cæsar's sister: the wife of Antony

Sick, disgusted.

+ Assigned.

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