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His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought;and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhooped, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
l' the east my pleasure lies.-

Enter VENTIDIUS.

O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia : your commission 's ready; Follow me, and receive it.

[Excunt.

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Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and AGRIPPA.
Lep. Trouble yourselves no further : pray you, hasten
Your generals after.
Agr.

Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.
Mec.

We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at Mount 3
Before you, Lepidus.
Lep.

Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about:
You'll win two days upon me.
Mec., Agr.

Sir, good success !
Lep. Farewell!

[Exeunt.

| All to nought.] All the world to nothing!' K. Richard III., i. 2; Romeo & Juliet, iii. 5.

2 Inhooped.] When enclosed in the ring.

3 At Mount.] At Mount Misenum. Extracts from Plutarch, 20. Nisenum was a promontory of Campania in Italy.

SCENE V.-Alexandria A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Alexas.
Cleo. Give me some music ;-music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.1
Att.

The music, ho !

Enter MARDIAN. Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards : Come, Charmian.

Char. My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch played
As with a woman.—Come, you 'll play with me, sir?
Mar. As well as I

can,

madam. Cleo. And when good will is showed, though't come too

short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
Give me mine angle,-we'll to the river: there,
My music? playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And
say,

Ah ha! you 're caught.
Char.

'T was merry when You wagered on your angling ;3 when your diver

2

· Moody food, &c.] •If music be the food of love, play on.' Twelfth Night, i. 1.

My music.] Music, often signified, as here, a band of musicians. So in The Merchant of Venice, v. 1,‘It is your music, madam, of the house ;' and in K. Henry VIII., iv. 2, ‘Bid the music leave : they are harsh and heavy to me.'

s 'Twas merry when, &c.] Extracts from Plutarch, 15.

Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
Cleo.

That time,-0, times!
I laughed him out of patience; and that night
I laughed him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.

Enter a Messenger.

O, from Italy !
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Mess.

Madam, madam,
Cleo. Antony's dead !-If thou say so, villain,
Thou kill 'st thy mistress: but, well and free !
If thou so yield him,2 there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss,-a hand that kings
Have lipped, and trembled kissing.
Mess.

First, madam, he is well. Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark; we

use

To say

the dead are well : bring it to that, The gold I give thee will I melt and pour Down thy ill-uttering throat.

Mess. Good madam, hear me.
Cleo.

Well, go to, I will;
But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
Be free and healthful-so tart a favour3

· His sword Philippan.] The sword with which he fought at Philippi.

? So yield him.] Admit or report him to be so.

s Favour.] Countenance. Compare Romeo and Juliet, ii. 5, • Thou shamest the music of sweet news by playing it to me with so sour a face

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To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a Fury crowned with snakes,
Not like a formal? man.
Mess.

Will’t please you hear me ?
Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
Yet, if thou say Antony lives, 't is well;
Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him,
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Rich pearls upon thee.2
Mess.

Madam, he's well.
Cleo.

Well said. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Cleo.

Thou’rt an honest man. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mess.

But yet, madam,Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence; fie upon but yet! But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Cæsar; In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.

| A formal man.] A sedate or sober-minded man. So in The Comedy of Errors, v. 1,

• With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers,

To make of him a formal man again.' 2 I'll set thee, &c.] In some eastern countries it was customary for princes, at their coronation, to be powdered with gold dust and seed-pearl. Hence the lines in Milton's Paradise Lost, ii. 3,

• Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.'

Mess. Free, madam! no, I made no such report:
He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo.

I am pale, Charmian.
Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

[Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo.

What say you?-Hence,

[Strikes him again. Horrible villain ! or I'll

spurn
thine

eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;

[She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipped with wire, and stewed in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle. Mess.

Gracious madam,
I that do bring the news made not the match.

Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud : the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
And I will boot theel with what gist beside
Thy modesty can beg.
Mess.

He's married, madam.
Cleo. Rogue, thou hast lived too long.

[Draws a knife. Mess.

Nay, then I'll run.What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit.

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;
The man is innocent.

Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.-
Melt Egypt into Nile ! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents !--Call the slave again :

· Boot thee.] Profit thee.

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