Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing! Ant. Most sweet queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Ant. How now, lady! Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile; but my full heart Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Equality of two domestic powers Breed (13) scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness:-can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;But let it be:-I am quickly ill, and well, So Antony loves. Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence (14) to his love, which stands I prithee, turn aside, and weep for her; Ant. You'll heat my blood: no more. Ant. Now, by my (15) sword,— Cleo. And target. Still he mends; But this is not the best:-look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part,-but that's not it: And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Be strew'd before your feet! Ant. Let us go. Come; That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in CÆSAR's house. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Our (16) great competitor: from Alexandria This is the news:-he fishes, drinks, and wastes More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd (17) to think he had partners: you shall find there A man who is the abstract (18) of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think there are Evils enow to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes him,— As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish,—yet must Antony No way excuse his soils, (19) when we do bear Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports Cæs. I should have known no less: It hath been taught us from the primal state, And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Goes to and back, lackeying (22) the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Leave thy lascivious wassails.(23) When thou once Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain (24) Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Cæs. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. Cæs. I knew it for my bond. Doubt not, sir; [Exeunt. |