Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Cleo. Char. [Exit Messenger. A proper man. I repent me much, Cleo. Indeed, he is so: Char. O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long! Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian : But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write: All may be well enough. [Exeunt. VOL. XII. SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's House. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import,-but he hath wag'd New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not Octa. And the good gods will mock me presently, Let Ant. Gentle Octavia, your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours, Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war Shail stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours. Octa. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so 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. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Same. Another Room in the Same. Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting. Eno. How now, friend Eros? Eros. There's strange news come, sir. Eno. What, man ? Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. Eno. This is old; What is the success? Eros. Cæsar, 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, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine. 31 Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Eros. He's walking in the spurns Where's Antony? garden-thus; and 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 Cæsar. My lord desires you presently: I might have told hereafter. Eno. But let it be.-Bring me to Antony. "Twill be naught: [Exeunt. Eros. Come, sir. SCENE VI. Rome. A Room in Casar's House. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS. Cæs. 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, Absolute queen. Mec. This in the publick eye? Cas. I' the common show-place, where they ex ercise. His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd In the habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience Mec. Inform'd. Let Rome be thus Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Agr. Whom does he accuse? Cas. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him |