Since my becomings kill me, when they do not And all the gods go with you! On your sword Ant. Let us go: come, Our feparation fo abides and flies, with me, And I hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away. SCENE V. [Exeunt. Changes to Cafar's palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and Attendants. Caf. You may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæfar's natural vice to hate One great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes Lep. I must not think They're evils enough to darken all his goodness; Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant it is not Amils to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,. To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit And keep the turn of tipling with a flave, To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that fmell of fweat; fay, this becomes him, (As his compofure must be rare indeed, Whom there things cannot blemish), yet muft Antony His vacancy with his voluptuoufness; Full furfeits, and the drinefs of his bones, Call on him for't. But to confound fuch time, Enter a Meffenger. Lep. Here's more news. Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Moft Noble Cæfar, fhalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at fea, And it appears he is belov'd of thofe Caf. I fhould have known no lefs: It hath been taught us from the primal state, And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, 'Comes 'dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lacqueying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Mef. Cæfar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the fea ferve them; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads They make in Italy, the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt. Taken as feen for Pompey's name ftrikes more, Caf. Antony, Leave thy lafcivious waffails.When thou once The ftale of horses, and the gilded puddle Thy palate then did Which beafts would cough at. Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Caf. Let his fhames quickly Drive him to Rome; time is it, that we twain Lep. To morrow, Cæfar, I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Caf. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewel. Lep. Farewel my Lord. What you fhall know mean time of flirs abroad, Caf Doubt it not, Sir; I knew it for my bond. Farewel. [Exeunt S GENE VI. Changes to the palace in Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Chermian, Iras, and Mardian. Char. Madam? Cleo. Ha, ha-give me to drink Mandragoras, Char Why, Madam? Gleo. I hat I might fleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. O, 'tis treafon.. Char. Madam, I trust not fo. Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian, Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has; 'tis well for thee, That, being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Haft thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious Madam. Cleo. Indeed?. Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honeft to be done: Yet have I fierce affections, and think Cleo. Oh Charmian ! Where think'st thou he is now? ftands he, or fits he? Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! And burgonet of man. "He's fpeaking now, Enter Alexas. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony? Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath With his tinct gilded-thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Say, the firm Roman to great Ægypt fends VOL. VII. H Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, Cleo. What, was he fad, or merry ? Alex. Like to the time o'th' year, between th' ex tremes Of hot and cold, he was nor fad, nor merry. Cleo. Oh, well divided disposition? Note him, good Charmian; 'tis the man: but note him; So does it no man elfe. Met'st thou my pofts? Cleo. Who's born that day, When I forget to fend to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar! Cleo. Be chok'd with fuch 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. 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 feveral greetings, or I'll un people Ægypt. [Exeunt. i.e. his steed worn lean and thin by much service in war. |