Ant. Make me not offended In your distrust.

Cæf. I've said.

Ant. You shall not find,
Though you be theréin curious, the least cause
For what you seem to fear; so the gods keep you,,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.

Cæf. Farewell, my dearest Gifter, fare thee well;-
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well.

Oe. My noble brother!

Ant. I he April's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on; be chearful.

Ost, Sir look well to my husband's house ; and.
Cas What, Odavia ?
Oct, I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue ;

" the swan's dawna. feather, « That stands upon the swell at full of tide, " And neither way inclines,

Æno Will Cæsar weep ?
Agr. He has a cloud-in's face.

Æno : He were the worse for that, were he a horse si So is he, being a man.

Agr. Why, Ænobarbus? When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead, He cried almost to roaring ; and he wept, When at Philipi he found Brutus slain, Æno. That year indeed he was troubled with a

rheuin ;
What willingly, he did confound, he wail'd ;
Believe't, till I wept too,

Cief. No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me ftill; the time shall not
Outgo my thinking on you,

Ant. Come, Sir, come,
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
Look, here I have you; [Embracing him.] thus I let you
And give you to the gods.,

[go, Gef: Adieu, be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the fars give light
To thy fair way!
Cæf. Farewel, farewel !

[Kiles Octavia. Ant. Farewel !

[Trumpets found. Exeunt. SCENE III. Changes to the palace in Alexandria,

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex. Half afraid to come.
Cleo. Go to, go to, coine hither, Sir.

Enter the Mellenger as before,
Alex. Good Majesty!
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
But when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo. That's Herod's head l'll have. But how, when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it! Come thou gear.

Mel. Most gracious Majesty,

Cleo. Didst thou behold.
Octavia ?

Mej. Ay, dread Queen,
Cleo. Where ?

Mell. Jo Rome, Madam.
I look'd her in the face, and faw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mell

. She is not, Madam, Gleo. Did'It hear her speak? is she shrill-tongu'd or

low? Mef. Madam, I heard her speak, she is low-voic’d. Gleo. That's not so good; he cannot like her long. Ghar. Like her? oh llis! 'tis impossible.

Gleo. I think so, Charmian; dull of tongue and What majesty is in her gate ? remember,

[dwarfish. If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.

Melli. She creeps;
Her motion and her fation are as one:
She shews a body rather than a life,
A ftatue than a breather.
Gleo, Is this certain ?

Meil. Or I have no obfervance *.

Char. Three in Ægypt,
Cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very koowing..
I do perceive't, there's nothing in her yeta
The fellow has good judgement.

Char. Excellent.
Cleo. Guess, at her years, I pr’ythee.
Mef. Madam, she was a widow,
Cleo. Widow? Charmian, hark.
Mel And I do think she's thirty.
Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind ? is't long, op

round ?
Mel. Round even to faultiness,

Cleo. For the most part too, They're foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour?

Mel. Brown, Madam; and her forehead
As low as she would with it.

Gleo. There's 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 seady ;
Our letters are prepar’d.

[Exit Messenger, Char. A proper man.

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

Ghar. O, nothing, Madam.
Gleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should

know.
Char, Hath he seen majesty ? Ifis elfe defend !
And serving you fo long?
Gleo. I've one thing more to ask him yet, good

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

[Exeunte S.C.EN E IV, - Changes to Athens,

Enter Antony and Octavia. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that ;

obscrvitice, for. obfervation, or ability of observing.

That were excusable, that and thousands more
Of femblable import; but he hath wag'd
New wars ’gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it.
To public ear; spoke fcantily of me;
When perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow meature lent me ;
When the belt hint was given him, he not took?ts,
Or did it from his teeth.

Oct. Oh, my good Lord,
Believe not all.; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er ftood between,
Praying for both parts: the good gods will mock me,
When I shall pray, Oh, bleis my Lord and husband !
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
Oh, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, ,
Prays, and destroys the prayer ; no midway,
"Twixt these extremes at all.
Ant. Gentle Octavia,

best love draw to that point which seeks
Best to preserve it; if I lose mine honour,
I lose myself; better I were not your's,
Than your's so branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between's; the mean time, Lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war,
Shall strain your brother; make your sooneft 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 folder

up

the rift. Ant., When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be io equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Chute your own company, and command what colt Your heart has mind to.

(Exe***, Enter Ænobarbus and Eros, Æno. How now, friend Eros ?

Let your

Eros. There's strange news, come, Sir.
Æno: What, man ?
Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made war upon Pompey.
Æno. This is old ; what is the success ?

Eros, Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivalty, 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, Æno. Then 'would thou hadít a pair of chaps, no more: and throw between them all the food thou haft, they'll grind the other.

Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden thus; and spurns The rush that lies before him. Cries, “ Fool Lepidus!” And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey,

Æno. 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.

Æno, 'Twill be naught; but let it be; bring me to
Antony.
Eros, Come, Sir

[Exeunt, SCENE V. Changes to the palace in Rome.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecænas, Cæf Contemning Rome, he has done all this and In Alexandria; here's the manner of it : [more, I''th' market-place on a tribunal silver'd, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold." Were publickly inthron'd; at the feet, fat Cæsario, whom they call my father's fon ; And all the unlawful issue, that their lust Since then hath made between them. Unto her He

gave the 'stablishment of Ægypt, made her Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, Absolute Queen.

Mec. This in the public eye ?

Cæj s'th'common thew place, where they exercise, His fons were there proclaim'd the Kings of Kings;