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Thus then, thou most renowned : Cæsar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou standest,
Further than he is Cæsar. 1

Go on: right royal !
Thyr. He knows that


embrace not Antony
did love, but as you

feared him. Cleo.

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.

He is a god, and knows
What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
But conquered merely 3

Eno. [Aside.] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit ENOBARBUS. Thyr.

Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him ? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon : but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.

What's your name ?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this:-in disputation 5

* Further than he is Cæsar.] Further than he is what he is.
? As.] Because.
Merely.) Absolutely.
4 Sir, sir, 8-c.] This apostrophises Antony.

In disputation.] In anything of which he disputes my possession.

I kiss his conquering hand : tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
Tell hin, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.


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.

Your Cæsar's father oft,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,a
Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place,
As 3 it rained kisses.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant.

Favours ! 4 by Jove that thunders !What art thou, fellow? Thyr.

One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obeyed.

Eno. [Aside to Turr.] You will be whipped.
Ant. Approach, there ! 6-Ah, you kite !-Now, gods

and devils !

· To lay my duty on your hand.] To kiss your hand.
? Taking kingdoms in.] See p. 4, note 5.
As.] As though.

Favours.] This refers to Thyreus kissing Cleopatra's hand. See Extracts from Plutarch, 42.

The fullest man.] The man of fullest fortune, Compare what is previously said in the present scene : "That he should dream—the full Cæsar will answer his emptiness. So, in ir. 15, 'The full-fortuned Cæsar;' and in Othello, i. 1, 'What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe.

* Approach, there.] This is a summons to servants without.

Authority melts from me: ' Of late, when I cried ho !
Like boys unto a muss,2 kings would start forth,
Your will ?

Enter Attendants.

Have you no ears ? I am Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Eno. [Aside.] 'T is better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying.

Moon and stars !
Whip him.-Were 't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them

with the hand of she here, -what's her name,
Since she was Cleopatra ? —Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.

Thyr. Mark Antony,

Tug him away: being whipped,
Bring him again :-this Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attendants, with THYREUS. You were half blasted 4 ere I knew Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women,5 to be abused By one that looks on feeders ? 6

| Authority melts from me.] My authority is losing force. This is spoken in impatience for the entrance of the attendants.

? Like boys unto a muss.] These words, in construction, come after the remainder of the line. A muss is a scramble.

* This Jack.] A Jack was a usual name for a low menial fellow.

* Half-blasted.] Half blighted.

5 And by a gem of women.] The getting of a lawful race by such a gem of women as Octavia.

Feeders.] Servants.

you :- ha!


Good my lord, —
Ant. You have been a boggler ever :-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(0, misery on 't!) the wise gods seel our eyes ; 1
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors ; laugh at's, while we strut
To our confusion.

O, is 't come to this?
Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously picked out: for, I am sure
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

Wherefore is this?
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you ! ? be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand ; this kingly seal,3
And plighter of high hearts !--0, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, 4 to outroar
The horned herd ! for I have savage cause :
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.5

Seel our eyes.] Blind our minds. The metaphor is taken from falconry. To seel the eyes of a hawk was to sew up the eyelids to make it tame.

2 Quit you.] Requite you.
8 This kingly seal.] The seal means a kiss.

* The hill of Basan.] The 'fat bulls of Basan' were here in the poet's mind. 5 Yare about him.] Active and speedy with him.


Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS.

Is he whipped ? 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant.

Cried he? and begged he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him : henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on 't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: look thou say He makes me angry with him, for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry; And at this time most easy 't is to do't, When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranehed bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me:2 urge it thou ! Hence with thy stripes, begone!

[Exit THYREUS. Cleo. Have you done yet?

Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed ; and it portends alone The fall of Antony ! Cleo.

I must stay his time. Abysm.] Old French, Abisme. • The dark backward and abysm of time. Tempest, i. 2.

? To quit me.) To requite me for whipping you. Sce Extracts from Plutarch, 42.



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