I look'd her in the face; and faw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cleo. Is the as tall as me ?

Mef.

She is not, madam.

Cleo. Didft hear her speak? Is the shrill-tongu'd, or low?
Mef. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic'd.
Cleo. That's not fo good:-he cannot like her long.
Char. Like her? O Ifis! 'tis impoffible.

Cleo. I think fo, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarf

ish!

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,

If e'er thou look'dft on majefty.

She creeps;

Mef.
Her motion and her station are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;

A ftatue, than a breather.

I do perceive't:-There's nothing in her yet :-
The fellow has good judgement.

Mef. And I do think, fhe's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? is it long, or round? Mef. Round even to faultiness.

Cleo.

For the most part too,

They are foolish that are fo.-Her hair, what colour ?

Mef.

Mef. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As fhe would with it.

Cleo.

There is gold for thee.

Thou must not take my former sharpness ill :-
I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Moft fit for business: Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepar❜d.

Char.

[Exit Meffenger.

A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed, he is fo: I repent me much,
That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no fuch thing.

Char.

O, nothing, madam.

Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Ifis else defend,

And ferving you so long!

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

mian:

But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write: All may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, madam.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Athens. A Room in Antony's House.

Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA.

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,―
That were excufable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,-but he hath wag'd

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To publick ear:

Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not

But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly

He

He vented them; moft narrow measure lent me :
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.

Octa.

O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this divifion chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts :

And the good gods will mock me presently,
When I fhall pray, O, blefs my lord and husband!
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
"Twixt thefe extremes at all.

Ant.

Gentle Octavia,

Let your best love draw to that point, which feeks
Beft to preserve it: If I lose mine honour,

I lofe myself: better I were not yours,

Than yours fo branchless. But, as you requested,.
Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother; Make your
So your defires are yours.

Octa.

foonest hafte;

Thanks to my lord.

The Jove of power make me moft weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that flain men
Should folder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults
Can never be fo equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going;

Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.

3

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE V.

The fame. Another Room in the fame.

Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.

Eno. How now, friend Eros?

Eros. There's ftrange news come, fir.

Eno. What, man?

Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. Eno. This is old; What is the fuccefs?

Eros. Cæfar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not resting here, accufes him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, feizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

Eno. Then, world, thou haft a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou haft, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and fpurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer,

That murder'd Pompey.

Eno.

Our great navy's rigg'd.

Eros. For Italy, and Cæfar. More, Domitius; My lord defires you presently: my news

I might have told hereafter.

SCENE VI.

Rome. A Room in Cæfar's House.

Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS.

Caf. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: And

more;

In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,

I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publickly enthron'd: at the feet, fat
Cæfarion, whom they call my father's fon;
And all the unlawful iffue, that their luft
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,

Abfolute queen.

Mec.

This in the publick eye?

Caf. I' the common fhow-place, where they exercise. His fons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,

He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he affign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia : She

In the habiliments of the goddess Ifis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave
As 'tis reported, fo.

Mec.

Inform'd.

Let Rome be thus

audience

Agr. Who, queafy with his infolence

Already, will their good thoughts call from him.

Caf. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accufations.

Agr.