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Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their Ant. They are so. hands are.

Pom. Sit, -and some wine. -A health to Lepidos. Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I'll true face.

ne'er out Men. No slander; they steal hearts.

Eno. Not till you have slept : I fear me, you'll Eno. We came hither to fight with you. be in, till then. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptole drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away mies' pyramises are very goodly things; without his fortune.

contradiction, I have heard that. Eno. If he do,sure he cannot weepit back again. Men. Pompey, a word.

[ Aside Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Pom.

Say in mine ear: What is't? Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, capCleopatra ?


| Aside Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia. And hear me speak a word. Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Pom.

Forbear me till anon.Marceleus.

This wine for Lepidus. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus An- Lep. What manner o' thing is yonr crocodile ? Mer. Pray you, sir?

[tonius, Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself ; and it is as Eno. 'Tis true.

broad as it hath breadth ; it is jnst so high as it Men. Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit to- is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by gether.

that which nourisheth it, and the elenients once Eno. If were bound to divine of this unity, 1 out of it, it transmigrates. would not prophesy so:

Lep. What colour is il of? Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made Ant. Of its own colour too. more in the marriage, than the love of the parties. Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent. Eno. I think so too. But you shall find, the Ant. 'Tis so.

And the tears of it are wet. band that seems to tie their friendship together, Cæs. Will this description satisfy him? will be the very strangler of their amity; Octa- Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, via is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.

else he is a very epicure. Men. Who would not have his wife so ? Pom. [ To Menas, aside | Go, hang, sir, hang: Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Tell me of that? away ! Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish Do as I bid you.—Where's this cup I call’d for! again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt bear me, fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that Rise from thy stool.

( 4sids which is the strength of their amity, shall prove Pom. I think, thou'rt mad. The matter! the immediate author of their variance. Antony

[Rises, and walks aside will use his affection where it is; he married but Men. I have ever held iny cap off to thy fortunes his occasion here.

Pom. Thou hast served me with much faith: Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you

What's else to say ? aboard? I have a health for you.

Be jolly, lords. Eno. I shall take it, sir : we have used our Ant. These quicksands, Lepidus, throats in Egypt.

Keep off them, for you sink. Men. Come; let's away.

[Ereunt. Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world ? SCENE VII. On board Pompey's Galley, Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?


What say'st thou? lying near Misenum.

That's twice. Musick. Enter two or three Servants, with Pom. How should that be? a Banquet.


But entertain it, and, 1 Seru. Here they'll be, man: Some o' their Although thou think me poor, I am the man plants are ill rooted already, the least wind i' Will give thee all the world. the world will blow them down.

Hast thou drunk well! 2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cap 1 Serv. They have made him drink alms drink. Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove :

2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the dispo- Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips, sition, he cries ont, no more; reconciles them to Is thine, if thou wilt bave 't. his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

Show me which was 1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between Men. These three world-sharers, these con him and his discretion.

petitors, 2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great Are in thy vessel: Let me ent the cable ; men's fellowslip : I had as lief have a reed that And, when we are put off, fall to their throats : will do me no service, as a partisan I could not All there is thine. heave.

Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done 1 Serv. To be call'd into a huge sphere, and not And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villany : to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes In thee, it had been good service. Thou mas should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.


'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour ; A Sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pom- Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue

pey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecænas, Enobarbus, Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done unknown Menas, with other Captains.

I should have found it afterwards well done: Ant. Thus do they, sir v7o Cæsar.] They But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink, By certain scales i' the pyramid ; they know, l'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more, By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth, Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'S Or fuizon, follow : The higher Nilus swells, Shall never find it more.

Jotere, The more it promises : as it ebbs, the seedsman Pom.

This bealth to Lepts Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, Ant. Bear him ashore.--I'll pledge it for his And shortly comes to harvest.

Pompey. Lep. You have strange serpents there.

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas. Ant. Ay, Lepidus.


Enobarbus, welcome Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid. your mud by the operation of your sun : so is Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. vour crocodile

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Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body

He bears Before our army :-Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
The third part of the world, man; Seest not? Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it Sil.

Noble Ventidius, were all,

Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is That it might go on wheels!

warm, Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels.

The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through
Men. Come.

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither

Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels, ho! The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
Here is to Cæsar.

Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and

I could well forbear it. Put garlands on thy head.
It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain,

O Silius, Silius,
And it grows fouler.

I have done enough: A lower place, note well, Ant.

Be a chid o' the time. May make too great an act: For learn this, Silius; Cæs. Possess it, I'll make answer: but I had Better to leave undone, than by our deed rather tast

Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's
From all, four days, than drink so much one.

Eno. Ha ! my brave emperor! [ To Antony. Cesar, and Antony, have ever won
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, More in their officer, than person : Sossius,
And celebrate our drink?

One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,

Let's ha't, good soldier. For quick accumulation of renown,
Ant Come, let us all take hands,

Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favorir.
Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our Who does i' the wars more than his captain can,

Becomes his captain's captain : and ainbition, In soft and delicate Lethe.

The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,

All take hands. Than gain, which darkens him.
Make battery to our ears with the loud musick ;- I could do more to do Antonius good,
The while, I'll place you : Then the boy shall But 'twould offend him; and in his offence

Should my performance perish.
The holding every man shall bear, as loud Sil.

Thon hast, Ventidius, tha
As his strong sides can volley,

Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
(Musick plays. Enobarbus places them Grants scarce distinction. 'Thou wilt write to
hand in hand.

Antony ?

Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name,
Come, thou monarch of the vine,

That magical word of war, we have effected ;' Pluinpy Bacchus, with pink eyne:

How, with his banners, and his well paid ranks,
In thy vais our cares be drown'd;

The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;

We have jaded out o' the field.

Where is he now ?
Cup us, till the world go round

i Cup us, till the world go round?

Ven. He purposeth to Athens : whither with

what haste Cæs. What would your more ?-Pompey, good The weight we must convey with us will permit, night. Good brother,

We shall appear before him.-On, there ; pass Let me request you off: our graver business


[Exeunt. Frowns at this levity:-Gentle lords, let's part; You see, we have burnt our cheeks : strong


Rome. An Antechamber in Caesar's House.
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Enter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, meeting.
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath

Agr. What, are the brothers parted ?
Antick'd us all. What needs more words ? Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is
Good night

gone; Good Antony, your hand.

The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
I'll try you o' the shore. Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled

To part from Rome: Cæsar is sad ; and Lepidus,
Ant. And shall, sir: give's your hand.

0, Antony

With the green-sickness. You have my father's house,-But what? we are

'Tis a noble Lepidus. friends :

Eno. A very fine one : 0, how he loves Cæsar! Come, down into the boat.

Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark
Take heed you fall not.

Antony !
(Ereunt Pom. Cæs. Ant. and Attendants.

Eno. Csesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Menas, I'll not on shore.

Agr. What's Antony ? The god of Jupiter. Men.

No, to my cabin. Eno. Spake you of Cæsar 1 How? the nonThese drums!-these trumpets, flutes ! what!

pareil ! Let Neptune hear me bid a loud farewell

Agr. Antony ! O thon Arabian bird ! To these great fellows : Sound, and be hang'd, Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar; sound out.

-go no further (4 Flourish of Trumpets, with Drums. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap.


-noble captain


Eno. But he loves Cæsar best ;-Yet he loves Come.

(Eseunt. Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,

poets, cannot ACT III.

Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his SCENE I. A Plain in Syria.

Enter Ventidius, as after Conquest, with Silius, To Antony. But as for Cæsar,

and other Romans, Officers, and soldiers; the Kneel down, kneel down, and 'wonder.
dead Body of Pacorus borne before him.


Both he loves

Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck ; So,

[Trumpets and now

This is to horse.-Adien, noble Agrippa. Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. Mess. Most gracious majesty


Didst thou behold Ant. No further, sir.

Octavia ? Ces. You take from me a great part of myself;

Mess. Ay, dread queen. Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife

Where? As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest Cleo.


Madam, in Rome band Shall pass on thy approof.—Most noble Antony, flook'd her in the face ; and saw her led

Between her brother and Mark Antuny. Let not the piece of virtue, which is set

Cleo. Is she as tall as me? Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,


She is not, madam. To keep it builded, be the rain, to batter The fortress of it: for better might we

Cleo. Didst hear her speak ? Is she shrill-tongu'd

or low? Have loved without this mean, it on both parts This be not cherish'd.

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low.

voic'd. Ant. Make me not offended

Cleo. That's not so good :-he cannot like her In your distrust.

long. Caes.

I have said. Ant.

You shall not find,

Char. Like her ? O Isis ! 'tis impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian : Dull of tongue, Though you be therein curious, the least cause

and dwarfish! For what you seem to fear : So, the gods keep What majesty is in her gait? Remember, you,

If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. Aurl make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!


She creepsi We will here part. Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee Her motion and her station are as one:

She shows a Lody rather than a life;
The elements be kind to thee, and make

A statue, than a breather.

Is this certain ? Thy spirits all of comfort ! fare thee well.

Mess. Or I have no observance.
Octa. My noble brother -
Ant. The April's in her eyes : it is love's spring, Cannot make better note.

Three in Egypt And these the showers to bring it on. ---Be cheer


He's very knowing, ful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house ; The fellow has goud judgment.

I do perceive't :-There's nothing in her yet :and


Excellent. Caes.

Octavia ?

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr’ythee.

Madam, Orta. I'll tell you in your ear.

She was a widow. Ant. Her tongue will noi obey her heart, nor can


Widow ?-Charmian, hark Her heart inforın her tongue: the swan's down

Mess. And I do think, she's thirty. feather,

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind ? is't long, That stawis upon the swell at full of tide,

or round ? And neither way inclines.

Mess. Round even to faultiness. Eno. Will Cæsar weep ? [Aside to Agrippa.

Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish Agr. He has a cloud in's face.

that are so Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a Her hair, what colour ? horse ;

Mess. Brown, madam : And her forehead So is he, being a man.

As low as she would wish it.
Why, Enobarbus?


There is gold for thee. When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead, He cried almost to roaring: and he wept

Thou must not take my former sharpness ill When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

I will employ thee back again ; I find thee Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with Most fit for business : Go, make thee ready;

Our letters are prepar'd. [Erit Messenger a rheun;


A proper man. What willingly he did confound, he wail'd :

Cleo. Indeed, he is 80 : I repent me much, Lelieve it, till I weep too. Cas.

No, sweet Octavia, That I so harry'd him. Why, metbinks, by him, You shall hear from me still, the time shall not This creature's no such thing.


Nothing, madam Outgo my thinking on you.

Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, a

and Ant.

Come, sir, come;

should kuow. I'll wrestle with you in my strength, of love : Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,

Char. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend,

And serving you so long i And give you to the gods.

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, Caus.

Adieu ; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light But 'tis no matter ; thon shalt bring him to me

good Charmian : To thy fair way! Farewell, farewell! [Kisses Octavia. Where I will write: All may be well enough.

Char. I warrant you, madam.

(Eseur! Ant.

[7'rumpets sound. Ereunt. SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the


Enter Antony and Octavia. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,Cleo. Where is the fellow ?

That were excusable, that, and thousands more Aler.

Half afеard to come. Or semblable import-but he hath wag'd Cleo. Go to, go to :-Come hither', sir.

New wars 'gainst Pompey: made his will, and

read it
Enter a Messenger.

To publick ear:
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,

Good majesty, Spoke scantly of me; when perforce he could not

But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly But when you are well pleas'd.

He vented them ; most narrow measure lent se: Cleo

That Herod's head When the best hint was given him, he not looks I'll have : But how? when Antony is gone

Or did it from his teeth. Through whom I might command il.-Come Oct.

O my good lord, thou near.

Believe not all : or, if you must believe,


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Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Were publickly enthron'd: at the feet, sat
Praying for both parts: the good gods will mock Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son;
me presently,

And all the unlawful issue, that their lust When I shall pray, o, bless my lord and hus- Since then hath made between them. Unto her band!

He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, O, bless my brother i Husband win, win brother, Absolute queen. Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway Mec.

This in the publick eye? 'Twixt these extreines at all.

Cæs. l' the common show-place, where they Ant.

Gentle Octavia, exercise. Let your best love draw to that point, wbich His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: seeks

Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour, He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd I lose myself: better I were not yours,

Syria, Cilicia, and Phænicia : She Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, In the habiliments of the goddess Isis Your self shall go between us; The mean time, That day appear’d; and oit before gave audience lady,

As 'tis reported, so. I'll raise the preparation of a war


Let Rome be thus Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest Inform’d. haste;

Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence So your desires are yours.

Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Oct.

Thanks to my lord. Cæs. The people know it : and have now reThe Jove of power make me most weak, most ceiv'd weak,

His accusations. Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would Agr.

Whom does he accuse ? be

Cæs. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him Should solder up the rift.

His part of the isle: then does he say, he lent me Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Some shipping unrestor'd : lastly, he frets, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults That Lepidus of the triumvirate Can never be so equal, that your love

Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain Can equally move with them. Provide your all his revenue. going;


Sir, this should be answer'd. Choose your own company, and command what Cæs. 'Tis done already, and the messenger cost

gone. Your heart has mind to.

[Ereunt. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel ;

That he his high authority abusid,

And did deserve his change ; for what I have
The same. Another Room in the same.


I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting Aud other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I Eno. How now, friend Eros?

Demand the like. Eros. There's strange news come, sir.


He'll never yield to that. Eno. What, man?

Cæs. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars

Enter Octavia. upon Pompey. Eno. This is old; What is the success ? Oct. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the Cæsar! wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him Cas. That ever I should call thee, cast-away! rivality; would not let him partake in the glory | Oct. You have not call'd me so, nor have you of the action and not resting here, arcuses him cause. of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey ; Cæs. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You upon his own appeal, seizes him : So the poor come not third is up, till death enlarge his confine. Like Cæsar's sister : The wife of Antony Eng. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, Should have an army for an usher, and no more ;

The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, And throw between them all the food thou hast, Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way, They'll grind the one the other. Where's An. Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, topy ?

Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, spurns

Rais'd by your populous troops : But you are The rush that lies before him ; cries, Fool, Le come pidus!

A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented And threats the throat of that his officer, The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, That murder'd Pompey.

Is often left uplov'd : we should have met you Eno.

Our great navy's rigged. By sea, and land ; supplying every stage
Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius; With an augmented greeting.
My lord desires you presently : my news


Good my lord, I might have told hereafter.

To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it Eno.

'Twill be naught: On my free-will. My lord, Mark Antony. But let it be.-Bring me to Antony.

Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted Eros. Come, sir.

(Eteunt. My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd

His pardon for return.


Which soon he granted, A Room in Cæsar's House.

Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.

Oct. Do not say so, my lord.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mecænas. Cres.

I have eyes upon him,
Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this : And his affairs come to me ou the wind.
And more;

Where is he now? In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,


My lord, in Athens. l' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, Cas. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra

Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd, empire

Than by the negligent. Up to a whore; who now are levying


A good rebuke, The kings o' the earth for war: He hath assem- Which might have well becom'd the best of men, bled

To taunt at slackness.-Canidius, we Bocchus, the king of Libya ; Archelaus, Will fight with him by sea. of Cappadocia ; Philadelphos, king


By sea! What else! Of Paphlagonia ; the Thracian king, Adallas; Can. Why will my lord do so? King Malchus of Arabia ; king of Pont;


For that he dares us to't. Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king

Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight Of Comagene - Polemon and Amintas,

Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, The kings of Mede, and Lycaonia, with a Where Cæsar fought with Pompey : But these More larger list of sceptres.

offers, Oct.

Ah me, most wretched, which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off ; That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, And so should you. That do afflict each other!


Your ships are not well mapnd; Caes.

Welcome hither: Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; Ingross'd by swift impress ; in Cesar's feet Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led, Are those that often have'gainst Pompey fought: And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart: Their ships are yare; yours, heavy. No disgrace Be you not troubled with the time, which drives shall fall you for refusing him at sea, O'er your content these strong necessities; Being prepar'd for land. But let determin'd things to destiny


By sea, by sea. Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome : Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd The absoluse soldiership you have by land; Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, Distract your army, which doth most consist To do you justice, make them ministers

Of war-mark'd footmen ; leave unexecuted or us, and those that love you. Best of comfort! Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego And ever welcome to us.

The way which promises assurance; and

Welcome, lady. Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard Mec. Welcome, dear madam.

From firm security. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Ant.

T'll fight at sea. Only the adulterous Antony, most large

Cleo. I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better. In his abominations, turns you off;

Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn;, And gives his potent regiment to a trull, And, with the res: full-mann'd, from the head That noises it against us.

Actium Oct.

Is it so, sir? Beat the approacning Cæsar. But if we fail, Cæs. Most certain. Sister, welcome. 'Pray you,

Enter a Messenger, Be ever kuown to patience : My dearest sister!

[Ereunt. We then can do't at land.--Thy business?

Mess. The news is true, my lord ; he is descried; SCENE VII.

Cæsar has taken Toryne. Antony's Camp, near to the Promontory of Ant. Can he be there in person ? 'tis impossible; Actium.

Strange, that his power should be. -Candius,

Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus. And our twelve thousand horse We'll to Oct Clen. I will be even with thee, doubt it not.

ship: Eno. But why, why, why?

Enter a Soldier. Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these Away, my Thetis !-How now, worthy so lizer1 wars;

Sold. o'noble emperor, do not fight by sea : And say'st, it is not fit.

Trust not to rotten planks : do you misdoubt End. Well, is it, is it?

This sword, and these my wounds ? Let the Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? Why Egy ptians, should not we

And the Phænicians, go a ducking: we Be there in person ?

Have used to conquer, standing on the earth, Eno [Aside.] Well, I could reply :

And fighting foot io foot. If we should serve with horse and mares together," Ant.

Well, well, awar. The horse were nierely lost; the mares would bear

[Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Eco A soldier, and his horse.

Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i' the right Cleo.

What is't you say ? Can. Soldier, thou art : but his whole actica Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;

grows Take from his heart, take from his brain, from Not in the power on't: So our leader's led, his time,

And we are women's men. What should not then be spar'd. He is already Sold.

You keep by and Traduc'd for levity; and 'uis said in Rome, The legions and the horse whole, do you not! That Photinus, a eunuch, and your maids, Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeias, Manage this war.

Publicola, and Culius, are for sea : Cleo. Sink Rome; and their tongues rot, But we keep whole by land. This speed & That speak against us ! A charge we bear i' the Cæsar's war,

Carries beyond belief. And, as the president of my kingdom, will


While he was yet in Roc Appear there for a man. Špeak not against it; His power went out in such distractions, as I will not stay behind.

Beguil'd all spies. Eno.

Nay, I have done : Here comes the emperor.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear yar?

Sold. They say, one Taurus.
Enter Antony and Canidius.


Well I know the an
Is't not strange, Canidius,

Enter a Messenger.
That from Tarentum, and Brundusium,
He could so quickly cut the lonian sea,

Mess. The emperor calls Canidius

Can. With news the time's with labour; sed And take in Toryne ?-You have heard on't, throes forth, sweet?

Each minute, some.


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