Iras. Madam; O good emprefs!

Eros. Sir, fir,

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes ;-He, at Philippi, kept
His fword even like a dancer; while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I,
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had

In the brave fquares of war: Yet now-No matter.
Cleo. Ah, ftand by.

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen.

Iras. Go to him, madam, fpeak to him;

He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me :-O!

Eros. Most noble fir, arife; the queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will feize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation ;

A most unnoble swerving.

Eros.

Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither haft thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo.

Forgive my fearful fails! I little thought
You would have follow'd.

Ant.

O my lord, my lord!

Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou fhould'ft tow me after: O'er my fpirit
Thy full fupremacy thou knew'it; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo.

O, my pardon.

Ant.

Now I must

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My fword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates All that is won and loft: Give me a kiss;

Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster,

Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead :

Some wine, within there, and our viands :-Fortune knows, We fcorn her most, when moft the offers blows. [Exeunt.

SCENE X.

Cæfar's Camp, in Egypt:

Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and Others.

Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him?

Dol.

Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmaster:

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He fends fo poor a pinion of his wing,

Which had fuperfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Caf.

Enter Ambaffador from ANTONY.

Approach, and fpeak.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony:

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As

As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf

To his grand fea.

Caf.

Be it fo; Declare thine office.
Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He leffens his requests; and to thee fues

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
A private man in Athens: This for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,

Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caf.

For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall fail; fo the
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there: This if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune pursue thee!
Caf.

Bring him through the bands.
[Exit Amballador.

To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch;
From Antony win Cleopatra: promife, [To THYREUS.
And in our name, what the requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not,

In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd veftal: Try thy cunning, Thyreus ;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw And what thou think'ft his very action speaks

In every power that moves.

Thyr.

Cefar, I fhall.

[Excunt.

SCENE

SCENE XI.

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.

Cleo. What fhall 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 although you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection fhould not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The mered question: 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his lofs, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

To the boy Cæsar send this grizled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.

Cleo.

Cleo.

That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose

Of youth upon him; from which, the world should note
Something particular: his coin, fhips, legions,

May be a coward's; whose minifters would prevail
Under the service of a child, as foon

As i' the command of Cæfar: I dare him therefore

To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me declin'd, fword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and Ambassador.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæfar will
Unftate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a fworder.-I fee, men's judgements are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,

To fuffer all alike. That he fhould dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will
Answer his emptiness !-Cæfar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgement too.

Att.

Enter an Attendant.

A meffenger from Cæfar.

[Afide.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my women!-
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, fir.
Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.
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