I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course. Wifdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Re-enter ANTONY, and ENOBARBUS. Thyr. One, that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthieft Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there:-Ah, you kite!-Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho! Enter Attendants. am 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 stars! Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Cæfar, fhould I find them So So faucy with the hand of she here, (What's her name, Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæfar's fhall [Exeunt Attendants, with THYREUS, Cleo. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever:But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (O mifery on't!) the wife gods feel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confufion. Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Luxuriously pick'd out :-For, I am fure, 'Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, Upon Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar The horned herd! for I have favage cause ; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did afk 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 haft been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, Shake thee to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæfar, When If he mislike My Ipeech, and what is done; tell him, he has Ant. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. I muft ftay his time. Ant. Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Ant. I am fatisfy'd. Cæfar fits down in Alexandria; where [lady? Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning moft fea-like. Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight malicioufly: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jefts; but now, I'll fet my teeth, And fend to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my fad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell. Clee. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, fince my Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We'll yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. [lord Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt ANT. and CLEO. Reftores his heart: When valour preys on reason, [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. CÆSAR's camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS,, and others. Cafar. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to perfonal com- Laugh |