A Room in the Palace.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Think, and die Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other, why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship®; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
The mered question'. 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Pr’ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with EUPHRONIUS.
Ant. Is that his answer?
Eup. Ay, my lord.

Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.

He says so.

Let her know it.— To the boy Cæsar send this grizled head,

8 Have Nick'd his captainship ;] 1. e. says Steevens, “set the mark of folly on it,” referring to the practice of nicking fools, adverted to in “ The Comedy of Errors," Vol. ii. p. 170.

9 The MERED question.] So in all the old copies, excepting that they print “mered” meered. It was possibly a misprint for mooted, or it may have been a dissyllable formed from mere.

And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.

That head, my lord ?
Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him, from which the world should

note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him, therefore, To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declin’d; sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will Unstate bis happiness, and be stag'd t the show Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness !—Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant. Att.

A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What no more ceremony ?-See, my women ! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneeld unto the buds.-Admit him, sir.

Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square'. [Aside. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story.

i. e, begin to quarrel.

See this Vol. p. 28.

1- begin to SQUARE.] VOL. VIII.


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Cæsar's will ?
Thyr. Hear it apart.

None but friends : say boldly.
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has,
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend : for us, you know,
Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæsar's.

Thus then, thou most renown'd: Cæsar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Farther than he is Cæsar's.

Go on: right royal.
Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear’d him.


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

Cleo. He is a god, and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquerid merely.

[Aside.] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony.—Sir, sir, thou'rt 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 desir’d 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. Cleo.

Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this : In disputation ?

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

'Tis your 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 mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.

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

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

You will be whipp'd.
Ant. Approach, there.—Ay, you kite !-Now gods

and devils !
Authority melts from me: of late, when I cry'd, “ho!”
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, “Your will?” Have you no ears? I am

Enter Attendants.
Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Antony yet.

- In DISPUTATION] Warburton read deputation ; but as a clear meaning is afforded by “ disputation,” in the sense of controversy, or contest, we adhere to the text of all the old editions. At the same time the plausibility of Warburton's change is not to be disputed.

Eno. 'Tis 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
So saucy 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 whipp’d,
Bring him again.—The Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend. with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you : ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders?

Good my lord, —
Ant. You have been a boggler ever :-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes 3;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

0! is it 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,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out; for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.


3 – the wise gods seel our eyes ;] To “seel” the eyes of a hawk was a term in falconry. See Vol. vii. p. 141. It was perhaps only another form of seal, and it is sometimes doubtful which form should be preserved.

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