All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss; We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. [Exeunt. SCENE X. Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt. Enter Cæsar, Dolabella, Thyreus, and others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him7 Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Not many moons gone by. Dol. Enter Euphronius. Cæs. Approach, and speak. Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To his grand sea. Cæs. Be it so; Declare thine office. Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, He lessens his requests; and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: This for him. Next Cleopatra does confess thy greatness; Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace. Cæs. For Antony, I have no ears to his request. The queen Bring him through the bands. Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law. Thyr. Cæsar, I go. Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus ? Eno. Think, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Freighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos'd, he being The mered question: "Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing. Cleo. 'Pry'thee, peace. Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. Eup. He says so. Ant. Let her know-itTo the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail note Under the service of a child, as soon As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore [Exeunt Antony and Euphronius. Enter an Attendant. Att. Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, [Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly:-Yet he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer And earns a place i' the story Enter Thyreus. Cleo. Cæsar's will. Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say boldly, Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has: Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Whose he is, we are; and that's Caesar's. Thyr. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo. So Go on: Right royal Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserv'd. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, To be sure of that. [Aside. Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus. What art thou, fellow? One, that but performs You will be whipp'd. Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest tri butaries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them name, Since she was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows, Ani. [Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. Good my lord,- In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut ment 1 Att. He did ask favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since The white hand of a lady fever thee, Ant. Alack, our terrene moon. Cleo. Cleo. Not know me yet? Ah, dear, if I be so, I am satisfied Where hast thou been, my heart 7-Dost thou If from the field I shall return once more And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, be, You know not what it is. Wherefore is this? Cleo. The horned herd! for 1 have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. The wine peep through their scars.-Come on my There's sap in't yet.-The next time I do fight, [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, Cried he? and begg'd he pardon 7 Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria. To give them this discomfort 7 Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd ; for shame, Transform us not to women. Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it nus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends, Enter Cæsar, reading a Letter; Agrippa, Meca-You take me in too dolorous a sense: nas, and Others. I spake to you for your comfort: did desire you Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had To burn this night with torches: Know, my power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know, Mec. Cæs. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Ant. Why should he not? No. Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood ! hearts, I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, SCENE III. The same. Before the Palace. 1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. 1 Soid. Nothing: what news? Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 2 Sold. Good night to you. Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? 1 Sold. Musick i' the air. And thou art honest too. I wish, I could be made so many men ; The gods forbid ! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight: Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant. Tend me to-night; May be, it is the period of your duty: Haply, you shall not see me more; or if, A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow You'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, I turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death: Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for't! List, list! Under the earth. It signs well, 1 Sold. Peace, I say. What should this mean 7 2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony Now leaves him. lov'd, 1 Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [They advance to another Post. 2 Sold. "How now, masters? Sold. How now? do you hear this? 1 Sold. How now? [Several speaking together. Ay; Is't not strange 3 Sold. Do you hear, master's? do you hear? 1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how't will give off. Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: "Tis [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the Palace. . Cleo. Sleep a little. Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; inine ar mour, Eros! Enter Eros, with Armour. Ant. Nay, I'll help too Ah, let be, let be! thou art this. The armourer of my heart :-False, false; this, [SCENE VI. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria Flourish. Enter Cæsar with Agrippa, Enobarbus, and others. Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be. Ant. We shall thrive now. --Seest thou, my good fel Go, put on thy defences. Eros. Cleo. Is not this buckled well? Ant. Well, well; low Briefly, sir. Rarely, rarely: The royal occupation; thou should'st see come: A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welThou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love, we rise betime, 1 Off. Shout. Trumpets. Flourish. Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2 Off. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general. Ant. "Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so; come give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss; rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.-You, that will fight, Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu. [Exeunt Ant. Eros, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me, He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight: Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land! Ant. Sold. Who's gone this morning? Who? One ever near thee; Call for Enobarbus, Ant. Ant. What say'st thou ? Sir, Sir, his chests and treasure Is he gone? Plant those that have revolted in the van, Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's. Sold. Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with His bounty overplus: The messenger Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now, Unloading of his mules. Eno. I give it you. Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus. I tell you true: Best that you saf 'd the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have don't myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. [Exit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have My better service, when my turpitude [paid Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean I fight against thee!-No! I will go seek Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far; Alarum. Enter Antony and Scarus, wounded. Sold. bus Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught! Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though gray Do something mingle with our younger brown; yet have we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold: it was a king's. Ant. He has deserv'd it; where it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together; Applauding our approach. [Exeunt. Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Let's speak [Dice. 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his SCENE X. Between the two Camps. Enter Antony and Scarus, with Forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; Upon the hills adjoining to the city, Shall stay with us: order for sea is given; They have put forth the haven: Let's seek a spot, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt. Enter Cæsar, and his Forces, marching. Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I tak't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantago. [Exeunt. Re-enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine does stand, I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-Fight. Re-enter All is lost; Ant. This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe: and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore ! 'tis thou Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: hearts |