Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar. Ant. How now, lady! Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, queen : The strong necessity of time commands. Our services a while; but my full heart Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Breeds scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength, 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? Ant. She's dead, my queen : Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, Cleo. But let it be :-I am quickly ill, and well; So Antony loves. Ant. Cut my lace, Charmian, come : My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Like perfect honour. 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, 'How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. 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, Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Be strew'd before your feet! Ant. Let us go. Come ; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, [Exeun! SCENE IV.-ROME. An Apartment in CÆSAR'S House. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cas. 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 The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd 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 Evils enow to darken all his goodness: 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 And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. 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; 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: It hath been taught us from the primal state, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Cæs. Leave thy lascivious wassails. Antony, When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Cas. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, Assemble me immediate council: Pompey Thrives in our idleness. Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly, Cæs. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, Sir, To let me be partaker. Cas. Doubt not, Sir; I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. A Room in the Palace. SCENE V.-ALEXANDRIA. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN. Cleo. Charmian, Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora. Char. Why, Madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian,— What's your highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught a eunuch has: 'tis well for thee, That, being unseminar'd, 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 in deed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think Where think'st thou he is now? 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?" With most delicious poison :-think on me, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, With looking on his life. Alex. Enter ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! |