SCENE IX. Changes to Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Ænobarbus, Charmian, and Iras..

Cleo. What fhall we do, Enobarbus ?>
Eng. Drink and die*

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reafon. What although you fled
From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges,
Frighted each other? why fhould he follow you?
The itch of his affection fhould not then

Have nick'd his captainfhip, at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered queftion. 'Twas a fhame no lefs
Than was his lofe, to course your flying flags,、
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace..

Enter Antony, with the Ambassador..

Ant. Is that his answer?

Amb. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. The Queen fhall then have courtesy, So fhe will yield us up.

Amb. He fays fo.

Ant. Let her know't.

To the boy Cæfar fend this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim.
With princ.palities.

Cleo Thy head, my Lord!!

Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world fhould note.
Something particular; his coin, fhips, legions,
May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail
Under the fervice of a child, as foon

As i' th' command of Cæfer, I dare him therefore
To lay his gay conparifons apart,

* This reply of Anobarous feems grounded upon a particularity, in the conduct or Antony and Cleopatra, which is related by Plutarch. That, after their defeat at Actium, they inftituted a fociety of frien..s, who entered into engagement to die with them; not abatingin the mean time any part of their luxury, excefs, and riot, in which they had lived before.

And answer me declin'd, fword against sword,

Ourselves alone; I'll write it, follow me: [Exit Antony.
Eno. Yes, like enough; high-battled Cæfar will
Unftate his happiness, and be staged to th' fhew
Against a fworder..

"I fee mens' judgements are

"A parcel of their fortunes. and things outward
"Do draw the inward quality after them,
"To fuffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will

Answer his emptiness!—Cæfar, thou hast subdu’d:
His judgement too.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. A meffenger from Cæfar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women,Against the blown rofe may they ftop their nofe,

That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.

Eno. Mine honefty and I begin to fquare: [Afide. Though loyalty well held to fools, does make

Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,

Does conquer him that did his mafter conquer,,
And earns a place i' th' ftory.

Enter Thyreus.

Cleo Cæfar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo. None but friends; fay boldly..

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony,
Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has;.
Or needs not us if Cæfar pleafe. Our mafter
Will leap to be his friend: for, as you know,
Whole he is, we are, and that's Cæfar's.
Thyr. So.

Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cæfar intreats,
Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand'st

Further than he is Cæfar.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him,

Cleo. Oh!

[Afide..

Thyr. The fears upon your honour, therefore, he.

Does pity, as constrained blemishes,

Not as deferv'd.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows

What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,

But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be fure of that,

I will afk Antony-Sir, thou'rt fo leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy finking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

Thyr. Shall I fay to Cæfar

What you require of him? He partly begs

[Afide.

[Exit Eno..

To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you would make a staff

To lean upon.

But it would warm his fpirits,

To hear from me you had left Antony,

[lord.

And put yourself under his fhroud, the univerfal land

Cleo. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. Moft kind meffenger,

Say to great Cæfar this: In deputation

I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I'm prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel;
Tell him, that from his all obeying breath
I hear the doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course.
"Wifdom and fortune combating together,
"If that the former dare but what it can,

"No chance may fhake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your

hand

Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,

When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place,

As it rain'd kisses.

SCENE X, Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Art, Favours! by Jove that thunders

What art thou, fellow?

[Seeing Thyreus kifs her hand

Thyr. One that but performs.

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest

To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach there-ah, you kite! now, gods

and devils!

Authority melts from me of late.-When I cry'd, Hoa!
Like boys unto a mufs, Kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will? have you no ears?

I'm Antony yet. Take hence this jack, and whip him.
Enter Servants.

Eno.'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars!

Whip him-Were't twenty of the greateft tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæfar, fhould I find them
So faucy with the hand of the here, (what's her name,
Since the was Cleopatra ?),-whip him, fellows
Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony-

Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd,

Bring him again: this jack of Cæfar's fhall

Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt with Thyreus
You were half blafted ere I knew you: ha! [To Cleo.
Have I my pillow left unprefs'd in Rome,
Forborn the getting of a lawful race,

And by a jem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders ?

Cleo. Good my Lord.

Ant. You have been a boggler ever,

But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard,

(Oh mifery on't!) the wife gods feal our eyes;

In our own filth drop our clear judgements; make us. Adore cur errors, laugh at's while we trut

To our confufion.

Gleo. Oh, is't come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon

Dead Cæfar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; befides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar tame, you have

Luxuriously pick'd out.

For I am fure,

Though you can guess what temperance should be,,

You know not what it is.

Cleo, Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And fay, God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly feal,
And plighter of high hearts! O that I were
Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar

The horned herd, for I have favage caufe!
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus.

Ser. Soundly, my Lord.

Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a' pardon?

Ser. He did afk favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent

Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince

Thou haft been whipp'd for following him. Hence The white hand of a lady fever thee,

[forth
Shake to look on't.-Go, get thee back to Cæfar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look thou fay
He makes me angry with him: for he feems
Proud and difdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry;
And at this time moft eafy 'tis to do't:

When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and fhot their fires
Into the abysm of Hell. If he mislike
My fpeech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus my infranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:-
Hence with thy ftripes, be gone.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

[Exit Thyreus,

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd,

"And it portends alone the fall of Antony.

Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes

With one that ties his points?

Cleo Not know me yet?

Ant, Cold-hearted toward me!

Cleo. Ah dear, if I be fo,