Cas. That ever I should call thee, cast away! cause. Cas. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Cæsar's sister: The wife of Antony Oct. Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it time, What should not then be spar'd. He is already Cleo. I have eyes upon him, Appear there for a man. Speak not against it; And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? Oct. My lord, in Athens. Cas. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o'the earth for war; He hath assembled Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas: Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas, Oct. Cæs. Welcome hither: Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart: Be you not troubled with the time, which drives O'er your content these strong necessities; But let determin'd things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome: Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort; And ever welcome to us. Agr. Welcome, lady. Mac. Welcome, dear madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Only the adulterous Antony, most large In his abominations, turns you off; And gives his potent regiment' to a trull, Is it so, sir? Oct. Cæs. Most certain. Sister, welcome: Pray you, Be ever known to patience: My dearest sister! [Exeunt. (2) Obstruction. (4) Harlot. (5) Threatens. (7) Absolutely. By sea! What else? Can. Why will my lord do so? Ant. For he dares us to❜t. Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Casar fought with Pompey: But these offers Which serves not for his vantage, he shakes off; And so should you. Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd: Your mariners are muleteers, 10 reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress;" in Caesar's fleet Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: Their ships are yare; 12 yours, heavy. No disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepar'd for land. Ant. And, with the rest full mann'd, from the head off Actiuin Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail, Enter a Messenger. We then can do't at land.-Thy business? Ant. Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible; Enter a Soldier. Away, my Thetis !-How now, worthy soldier? And the Phoenicians, go a ducking; we Ant. Not in the power on't: So our leader's led, Sold. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's Sold. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions, as Beguil'd all spies. Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Sold. They say, one Taurus. Can. Well I know the man. Alarum. Re-enter Enobarbus. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad," the Egyptian admiral, Scar. Eno. Enter Scarus. Gods, and goddesses, What's thy passion? All the whole synod of them! Eno. That I beheld: mine eyes Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not Scar. She once being loof'd," I never saw an action of such shame; Alack, alack! Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. [Aside. Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæsar will I render My legions, and my horse; six kings already Show me the way of yielding. Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. ace. SCENE IX.-Alexandria. A room in the pal Fly! not we Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders.--Friends, be gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you; be gone : [Sits down. Enter Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras. Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-Comfort him. Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Eros. See you here, sir? Ant. O fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam, O Juno! Iras. Madam; O good empress !- Ant. Yes, my lord, ves;-He,' at Philippi, kept In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. He is unqualitied with very shame. :-0! Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen ap Her head's declined, and death will seize her; Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving. Sir, the queen. Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, Cleo. Ant. Cleo. O, my pardon. Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness; who With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd, Making, and marring fortunes. You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would (1) Cæsar. (2) Fought by his officers. (3) Divested of his faculties. (4) Unless. (5) Values. (6) Euphronius, schoolmaster to Antony's children. O pardon, pardon. Obey it on all cause. We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. Dol. I have no ears to his request. The queen Bring him through the bands. [Exit Euphronius. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, [To Thyreus. And in our name, what she requires; add more, From thine invention, offers: women are not, In their best fortunes, strong: but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal: Try thy cunning, Thy VOL. II. SA 268 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 [Exeunt Antony and Euphronius. What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. Eno. To be sure of that, [Aside. 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. What's your name? Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation" Thyr. Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,10 Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses. Ant. Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus. Favours, by Jove that thunders! What art thou, fellow? Thyr. 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 Eno. gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho, Like boys unto a muss, 12 kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack,13 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 tribu taries 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, (7) Supposed to be an error for deputation, i. e. by proxy. (8) Obeyed. (9) Grant me the favour. (10) Conquering. (11) Most complete and perfect. (12) Scramble. (13) A term of contempt. Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, [Exeunt Attend. with Thyreus. I am satisfied. lord,-Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too Ilave knit again, and fleet,1° threat'ning most sealike, Ant. You have been a boggler ever:But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (0 misery on't!) the wise gods seel2 our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, 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, 1 Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more Cleo. Though you can guess what temperance should be, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage 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 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 whipp'd for following him: henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? (1) Servants, (2) Close up. (3) Wantonly. (4) Ready, handy. (5) Requite. (6) Earthly. (7) Dissolves. (8) Her son by Julius Cæsar. queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attend. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, ACT IV. [Exit. En SCENE I-Cæsar's camp at Alexandria. ter Cæsar, reading a letter; Agrippa, Mæcenas, and others. Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger combat, Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know, (9) Melting. (10) Float. (11) Trifling. |