Cleo.

Enter THYREUS.

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo.

Cæfar's will?

None but friends; fay boldly.

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

Eno. He needs as many, fir, as Cæfar has; Or needs not us. If Cæfar pleafe, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's, Cæfar's.

So.

Thyr.
Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæfar entreats,
Not to confider in what cafe thou stand'st,

Further than he is Cæfar.

Cleo.

Go on: Right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cleo.

O!

Thyr. The fcars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes,

Not as deferv'd.

Cleo.

He is a god, and knows

What is moft right: Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.

Eno.

To be fure of that,

I will afk Antony.-Sir, fir, thou'rt fo leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy finking, for

Thy deareft quit thee.

Thyr.

[Afide.

[Exit ENOBARBUS.

Shall I say to Cæfar

What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff

To lean upon but it would warm his fpirits,

To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his throwd,
The universal landlord.

Clea.

What's your name?

Moft kind messenger.

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo.

Say to great Cæfar this, In difputation

I kifs his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel :

Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear

The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together,

If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it.. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo.

Your Cæfar's father

Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kiffes.

The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft
To have command obey'd.

Eno.

You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!-Now gods and

devils!

Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho!
Like boys unto a mufs, kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am

Enter

Enter Attendants.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,

Than with an old one dying.

Ant.

Moon and ftars!

Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæfar, fhould I find them
So faucy with the hand of the here, (What's her name,
Since the was Cleopatra ?)—Whip him, fellows,

Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,—

Ant.

Tug him away: being whipp'd,

Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæfar's fhall

Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Att. with THYREUS.

You were half blasted ere I knew you :-Ha!
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,

And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders ?

Cleo.

Good my

lord,

Ant. You have been a boggler ever :

But when we in our viciousness grow hard,

(O mifery on't!) the wife gods feel our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgements; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we ftrut
To our confusion.

Cleo.

O, is it come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon
Dead Cæfar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; befides what hotter hours,

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Unregister'd

Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have

Luxuriously pick'd out:-For, I am fure,

Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

Cleo.

Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And fay, God quit you! be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly feal,
And plighter of high hearts!—0, that I were
Upon the hill of Bafan, to outroar

The horned herd! for I have savage cause ;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Ant.

Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent

Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry
To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth,
The white hand of a lady fever thee,

Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæfar,
Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou fay,
He makes me angry with him: for he feems
Proud and difdainful; harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time moft eafy 'tis to do't;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and fhot their fires
Into the abifm of hell. If he mislike

My

My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:
Hence with thy ftripes, begone.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant.

[Exit THYREUS.

Alack, our terrene moon

Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!

Cleo.

I muft ftay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?

Cleo.

Not know me yet?

Ah, dear, if I be fo,

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo.

From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poifon it in the fource; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so

Diffolve my
life! The next Cæfarion fmite!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the difcandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant.

I am fatisfied.

Cæfar fits down in Alexandria; where

I will oppose his fate. Our force by land

Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too

Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning moft fea-like.

Where haft thou been, my heart?-Doft thou hear, lady?

If from the field I fhall return once more

To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my fword will earn our chronicle;
There is hope in it yet.

Cleo.