May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious madam. Cleo. Indeed! *Unmanned. Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? 20 O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet* of men. He's speaking now, Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' For so he calls me: now I feed myself *Helmet. With most delicious poison. Think on me, There would he anchor his aspect and die +Looks. Alex. Enter ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail ! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct* gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen, *Stain. 39 He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses, Alex. Good friend,' quoth he, 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, To mend the pretty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded, +And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. Cleo. What, was he sad or merry? 50 Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition! Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him : He was not sad, for he would shine on those 60 O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry, Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Char. O that brave Cæsar ! The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char. Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you. Cleo. My salad days, When I was green in judgement: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: 71 He shall have every day a several greetingxeunt. Or I'll unpeople Egypt. ACT II. SCENE I. Messina. Pompey's house. Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES. and MENAS, in warlike manner. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for. Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. I shall do well : Pom. My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope II No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money where Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves, Men. Cæsar and Lepidus Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry. Men. Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, Defer. Enter VARRIUS. How now, Varrius! Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis A space for further travel. Pom. A better ear. This amorous helm* 30 `I could have given less matter Menas, I did not think surfeiter would have donn'd his For such a petty war: his soldiership *Helmet. Men. I cannot hope Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together: His wife that's dead did trespasses to Cæsar; His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, Not moved by Antony. Pom. I know not, Menas, How lesser enmities may give way to greater, Were't not that we stand up against them all, 'Twere pregnant they should square* between themselves; *Quarrel. For they have entertained cause enough 50 [Exeunt. SCENE II. Rome. The house of Lepidus. Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech. Eno. I shall entreat him To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him, Let Antony look over Cæsar's head I would not shave 't to-day. Lep. For private stomaching. Eno. 'Tis not a time Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in 't. IO Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. Eno. Not if the small come first. Lep. Your speech is passion: But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes The noble Antony. Eno. Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS. And yonder, Cæsar. Enter CESAR, MECENAS, and AGRIPPA. Ant. If we compose* well here, to Parthia: Hark, Ventidius. Cæs. I do not know, Noble friends, Mecænas; ask Agrippa. Lep. *Agree. 20 That which combined us was most great, and let not Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, |