Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene Like perfect honor. Ant. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. You'll heat my blood; no more. And target,-Still he mends; Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. But this is not the best. Look, pr'ythee, Charmian, 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. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; Since my becomings kill me, when they do not And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Be strewed before your feet! Ant. Let us go. Come; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's House. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate. Our great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes More womanly than he; hardly give audience, or Vouchsafed to think he had partners. You shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think there are His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven; Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony So great weight in his lightness. If he filled His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't; but to confound such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Cæs. I should have known no less. That he, which is, was wished until he were ; And the ebbed man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, Comes deared, by being lacked. This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, VOL. IV.-2 Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound Antony, Cæs. Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome. 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnished to inform you rightly SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Charmián, Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora. Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. You think of him Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee, That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt? Hast thou affections? Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done. Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. Where think'st he is now? O Charmian, Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! For wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? Alex. Enter ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? He kissed the last of many doubled kisses — Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the East, Who neighed so high, that what I would have spoke Cleo Cleo. O well-divided disposition!-Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him; O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad, or merry, So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Čleo. Who's born that day Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.- Char O, that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men. |