Enter Ventidius as in Triumph, the dead body of Pacorus born before bim, Silius, Roman Soldiers and Attendants. No VENTIDIUS. OW, darting Parthia, art thou ftruck, and now Before our hoft; thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Craffus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm, The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony Vent. 'Silius, I've done Enough. A lower place, note well, may make More in their officer, than perfon. Sofius, Which he atchiev'd by th' minute, loft his favour. X 2 To 6 Oh Silius, Silius, To do Antonius good, but 'twould offend him ; Ven. I'll humbly fignifie what in his name, We've jaded out o'th' field. Sil. Where is he now? Ven. He purpofeth to Athens; with what hafte The weight we muft convey with's will permit, We fhall appear before him. Pafs along. [Exeunt. Enter Agrippa at one door, Ænobarbus at another. 7Hat, are the brothers parted? [gone, Agr. WHat, To part The other three are fealing. Octavia weeps Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one; oh, how he loves Cafar! Agr. Nay but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! Eno. Cafar? why, he's the Jupiter of men. Agr. What's Antony, the God of Jupiter? Eno. Speak you of Cafar? oh the non-pareil ! Agr. Of Antony? oh the Arabian bird! Eno. Would you praise Cæfar? fay, Cafar! go no further. Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises. Ano. But he loves Cæfar beft, yet he loves Antony : Hoo! hearts, tongues," 'figures, fcribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, 1 Think, fpeak, caft, write, 'fing, hoo! his love to Antony. But as for Cæfar, kneel, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his fhards, and he their beetle. SoThis is to horfe; adieu, noble Agrippa. [Trumpets. Agr. Good fortune, worthy foldier, and farewel. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. Ant. No farther, Sir. felf: Caf. You take from me a great part of my The fortrefs of it; for much better might we Ant. Make me not offended In your diftrust. Cef. I have faid. Ant. You fhall not find, parts Though you be therein curious, the leaft caufe Caf. Farewel, my dearest fifter, fare thee well; Thy fpirits all of comfort; fare thee well! Ant. The April's in her eyes, it is love's fpring, Octavia? Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. X 3 2 for better 9 fing, number, ho! 1 kneel down, Ant. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the fwan's down-feather, That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæfar weep? Agr. He has a cloud in's face. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus? When Antony found Julius Cæfar dead, He cryed almost to roaring: and he wept, When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. Eno. That year indeed he was troubled with a rheum, What willingly he did confound, he wail'd; Believ't 'till I weep too. Caf. No, fweet Octavia, You fhall hear from me ftill; the time fhall not Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, Sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my ftrength of love. [go, Look, here I have you; [Embracing him.] thus I let you And give you to the Gods. Caf Adieu, be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the ftars give light Cleo. SCENE The Palace in Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Here is the fellow? Alex. Half afraid to come. Cleo. Go to, go to: come hither, Sir, Enter Enter the Melenger as before. Alex. Good Majefty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleas'd. Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have; but how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it: come thou near. Mef. Moft gracious Majefty! Cleo. Didft thou behold Octavia? Mef Ay, dread Queen. Cleo. Where? Mef. Madam, in Rome, I lookt her in the face: And faw her led between her brother and Mark Antony. Cleo. Is the as tall as me? Mef. She is not, Madam. Cleo. Didft hear her fpeak? is fhe fhrill-tongu'd or low? Cleo. I think fo, Charmian; dull of tongue, and dwarfish. What majefty is in her gate? remember If e'er thou look'dft on majefty. Mef. She creeps;" Her motion and her ftation are as one: She fhews a body rather than a life, A ftatue than a breather. Cleo. Is this certain? Mef. Or I have no obfervance. 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. Guefs at her years, I pr'ythee. X 4 (a) Obfervance is here used for Obfervation. Mef, |