Equality of two domestick powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die? 5 Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read 6 The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best: Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be. Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well: 4 Render my going not dangerous. The commotion she occasioned.. 5 Can Fulvia be dead? 7 Mud of the river Nile. So Antony loves. Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands Belong to Egypt: 8 Good now, play one scene Like perfect honour.. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. And target,-Still he mends; But this is not the best: Look, pr'ythee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe." Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part,—but that's not it: And I am all forgotten. As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me ; And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Be strew'd before your feet! Ant. Let us go. Come; That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, Away. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's House. Enter OCTAVIUS CESAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cas. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate One great competitor: 2 From Alexandria This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or there A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness: 2 Associate or partner. His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Cas. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony So great weight in his lightness.4 If he fill'd Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't: but, to confound such time, As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge, Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; 3 Procured by his own fault. 4 Levity. • Consume. 5 Visit him. And it appears, he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports Cæs. I should have known no less:- Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear9 and wound With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood' to think on't, and flush2 youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Than could his war resisted. Cæs. Leave thy lascivious wassals. Antony, When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, 7 Discontented. 8 Endeared by being missed. 9 Plough. I Turn pale. 2 Ruddy. 3 Feastings, in the old copy it is waissailes, i. e. vassals. |