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Enter a Messenger.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren.
Cleo. Antony's dead ?
If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress:
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
Mess. First, madam, he's well.
Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark:
To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
Mess. Good madam, hear me.
Well, go to, I will;
Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee,ere thou speak'st: Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee.
Madam, he's well.
Thou'rt an honest man. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mess.
But yet, madam, Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence; fie upon but yet: But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: He's friend with Cæsar; In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia.
For what good turn?
Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mess, Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience, Cleo. What say you?-Hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.
I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.
[Draws a Dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself'; The man is innocent.
Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again; Though I am mad, I will not bite him:-Call. Char. He is afeard to come. Cleo. I will not hurt him :These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself; since I myself Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt.
Cleo. Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
He is married?
Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you.
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome,
Lead me from hence,
I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter :-
[To Mardian. Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. Near Misenum.
Enter Pompey and Menas, at one Side, with Drum
To you all three,
And what may follow,
You have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
Measures of wheat to Rome: This 'greed upon,
I have done my duty. To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targe undisted.
That will I, Pompey.
Pom. No, Antony, take the lot; but, first, Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard, that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there.
Ant. You have heard much. Pom. I have fair meanings, sir. Ant. And fair words to them. Pom. Then so much have I heard :And I have heard, Apollodoras carriedEno. No more of that;-He did so, Pom.
What, I pray you? Eno. A certain queen to Cresar in a mattress. Pom. I know thee now ;-How far'st thou, soldier? Well;
And well am like to do; for, I perceive, Four feasts are toward.
Let me shake thy hand; I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight, When I have envied thy behaviour.
Sir, I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd you, When you have well deserv'd ten times as much As I have said you did.
Enjoy thy plainness,
It nothing ill becomes thee.-
Cas. Ant. Lep. Show us the way, sir.
Come. [Exeunt Pompey, Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty (Aside].--You and I have known, sir. Eno. At sea, I think.
Men. We have, sir.
Eno. You have done well by water.
Men. And you by land.
Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me: though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
Men. Nor what I have done by water.
Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land.
Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.
Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.
Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face.
Men. No slander; they steal hearts.
Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra ? Eno. Cæsar's sister is called Octavia.
Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir?
Eno. 'Tis true.
Men. Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, 1 would not prophesy so.
Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties."
Eno. I think so too. But you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.
Men. Who would not have his wife so?
Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here.
Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.
Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt. Men. Come; let's away.
On board Pompey's Galley, lying near Misenum. Music. Enter two or three Servants, with a Banquet. 1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down.
2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.
1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.
1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and bis discretion.
2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan 1 could not heave.
1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
A Sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.
Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Caesar] They take the flow o'the Nile
By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know,
Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
Say in mine ear: What is't? Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain, [Aside.
And hear me speak a word.
Forbear me till auon.
Lep. What manner o'thing is your crocodile! Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.
Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cas. Will this description satisfy him? Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him," else he is a very epicure.
Pom. [To Menas aside] Go, hang, sir, hang! Tell
Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for?
Keep off them, for you sink.
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?·
What say'st thou ?
Hast thou drunk well?
Is thine, if thou wilt have't.
I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.→
The third part of the world, man; Seest
Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels.
Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
Caes. What would you more ?-Pompey, good night.
Let me request you off: our graver business
SCENE I. A Plain in Syria.
Enter Ventidius, as after Conquest, with Silius, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead Body of Pacorus borne before him.
Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
More in their officer, than person: Sossius,
Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour.
Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels, ho! I could do more to do Antonius good,
Let's ha't, good soldier.
All take hands.-
[Music plays. Enobarbus places them Hand
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
The weight we must convey with us will permit,
Rome. An Antechamber in Cæsar's House.
Enter Agrippa and Enobarbus, meeting.
Agr. What, are the brothers parted?
Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. Eno. Speak you of Cæsar? How? the nonpareil! Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird! Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar-go no further.
Agr, Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises. [tony: Eno. But he loves Cæsar best ;-Yet he loves AnHo! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
This is to horse-Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself;
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
Make me not offended
I have said.
You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part.
Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. My noble brother!
Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and What,
Cæs. Octavia ?
Adien; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Farewell, farewell! [Kisses Octavia. Farewell.
[Trumpets sound. Exeunt. SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir. Enter a Messenger.
Alex. Good majesty, 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. Mess. Most gracious majesty,
Cleo. Widow ?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or Mess. Round even to faultiness. [round? Cleo, For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour ? Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo. There is gold for thee, Thou must not take my former sharpness ill:I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepar❜d. [Exit Messenger. Char. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, This creature's no such thing. That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him,
O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty and should know.
And serving you so long!
Enter Antony and Octavia.
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not ~
Or did it from his teeth.
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
And the good gods will mock me presently,
O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
I lose myself: better I were not yours,
Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste;
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins,
Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
Your heart has mind to.
The same. Another Room in the same.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eno. What, man?
He'll never yield to that.
Cas. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Octa. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear
Caes. That ever I should call thee, east-away!
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon By sea, and land: supplying every stage
Eno. This is old; What is the success?
Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no
Our great navy's rigged.
I might have told hereafter.
"Twill be naught:
This in the public eye?
Caes. I'the common show-place, where they exer-
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
In the habiliments.of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
Let Rome be thus
Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence
Whom does he accuse?
Cres. Cesar: and that, having in Sicily
Sir, this should be answer'd.
Ces. "Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too ernel; That he his high authority abus'd,
And did deserve his change; for what I have con-
Demand the like..
I have eyes upon him,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas:
Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas,