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Clco. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.-
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses,-
This orient pearl :-his speech sticks in my

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

“Good friend," quoth he, “Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster ; at whose foot, To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress.” So he nodded, And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. Cleo.

What, was he sad, or merry? Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry.

Cleo. O well-divided disposition !-Note him,
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad,—for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy ; but between both:
O heavenly mingle !-Be’st thou sad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,
So does it no man else.—Met'st thou my posts ?

Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick ?

Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.-
Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cæsar so?

O, that brave Cæsar!
Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis !
Say, the brave Antony.

The valiant Cæsar !
Clem. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cæsar paragon again
My man of men.

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By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

My sallad days,
When I was green in judgment cold in blood,
To say as I said then !-But come, away ;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.




A Room in POMPEY'S House.

Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and Menas.
Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.

Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
The thing we sue for.

We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.

I shall do well :
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My power 's a crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors : Cæsar gets money where
He loses hearts : Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Cæsar and Lepidus
Are in the field : a mighty strength they carry.

Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.

From Silvius, Sir.
Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till a Lethe'd dulness !-



now, Varrius!
Var. This is most certain, that I shall deliver :-
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected: since he went from Egypt, 'tis
A space for farther travel.

I could have given less matter
A better ear.—Menas, I did not think
This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm
For such a petty war: his soldiership
Is twice the other twain : but let us rear
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.

I cannot hope,
Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together :
His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cæsar;
His brother warr'd upon him ; although, I think,
Not mov'd by Antony.

I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords : but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions, and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be it as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.



Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.

I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,

Let Antony look over Cæsar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave to-day.

'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.

Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in 't.

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Eno. Not if the small come first.

Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.

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Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia :
Hark you, Ventidius.

I do not know,
Mecænas; ask Agrippa.

Noble friends,
That which combin'd us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
The rather, for I earnestly beseech,-
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to the matter.

'Tis spoken well
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
I should do thus.

Cæs. Welcome to Rome.
Ces. Sit.
Ant. Sit, Sir.
Cæs. Nay, then-

Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not so;
Or, being, concern you not.

I must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing, or a little, I
Should say myself offended ; and with you
Chiefly i' the world : more laugh'd at, that I should

Thank you.

Once name you derogately, when to sound your name

It not concern'd me.

My being in Egypt, Cæsar,
What was 't to you?
Cæs. No more than my residing here at Rome

Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt

Might be my question.

How intend you, practis'd ?
Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,

By what did here befall me. Your wife, and brother,
Made wars upon me; and their contestation

Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother never

Did urge me in this act; I did enquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports,
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have to make it with,

It must not be with this.

You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgment to me; but

You patch'd up your excuses.

Not so, not so ;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' the world is yours; which with a snafile

You may pace easy, but no. such a wife.
Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go lo wars
with the women !
Ant. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Cæsar,

Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant,
Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must

But say, I could not help it.

I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria ; you

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